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Birthday Evil, the rules explained again

Last week, I shared my confusion over this new game.  So, I got my daughter to write down the rules so I could understand them better.

1. Set the game up
2. Roll the die.
3. Go how many steps the die says.
4. Try to get past the evil markers that are trying to block you.
5. Get your right birthday penny.

You win by the getting the right penny of your birthday.
The prize is your own birthday date which you can make 3 wishes on.


I have to say, that clears things up considerably.

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  1. introphoto5/07/2012 7:07 am

    I love it!! Good and evil and lucky pennies. I don't think it gets any better.

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