Play with cunning

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From: Ambition: The Garden of Nightmares

You have not come this far to shy away now. The Manager's smile is too sure, too bright.

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Challenge information

Broad, Shadowy 190

  • 130 - very chancy (41%)
  • 162 - chancy (51%)
  • 194 - modest (61%)
  • 225 - very modest (71%)
  • 257 - low-risk (81%)
  • 289 - straightforward (91%)
  • 317 - straightforward (100%)


Against the Manager

[…] you've lowered his guard […] shadows behind the Manager stir […] his bespoke nightmares bear down on you.

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The Manager […] loses the hand […] he loses the next, and the next […] a new nightmare blossoms beyond […]

Description summary:
You play cunningly, lowering his guard. Eventually, the Manager summoned his nightmares - yours to be exact. They are the personification of your insecurities and worries. You deploy your dream-battalion and crush them. Without his trump card, your better skill wins hand after hand. He has more nightmares to throw at you, of course.

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BattalionVarying passage
1[…] have marshalled dreams of your own. You send your tamed fire. Against their enemy, they rain down flame and cinders, shrouding the shadows in ash and embers. Their crowns ignite like the haloes of the rebel angels as they were flung from paradise.
2[…] You summon the dead who arrive in […] Against the nightmare kings, they number in their thousands. Grey bandages and grey eyes, the tremble of age and palsy in their arms. United they ring the three kings and smother them slowly with dust and bandages.
3[…] You unleash the thunder which rages like judgement day. The nightmare-kings quail as the sky breaks over them, shrouding the false-moon in clouds […] Lightning forks like Satan's own trident and pierces the shadow kings again and again and again.
4[…] The chess-pieces ride […] on their scarlet and milk destriers. The Queen commands her leagues from a chariot of crimson blades. Wielding her whip she harries the nightmare-kings until their shadows are […] strips of darkness, like shreds of stormclouds.


The keeper's grip falters

Your first hand is poor. From beyond the bounds of the Garden, shadows creep and spill over the fences. […]


The Manager curses something ancient and potent […] he looks up and with a flick of his wrist, sends the shadows scurrying. They menace him too?


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