FMF: RISK

Risk.
The game of the century.
We roll dice in hopes to take over the world.

Families gather around the card table.
Set up the board, shuffle the countries,
Pick your color and gather your armies.

We wait in anticipation
As cards with our countries land in our laps.
We survey the world
And plop a warrior on each country we received.
Ah, the die picks the first player

And we all watch eagerly
To see who will lose battle first.

Rolling, rolling, rolling
And we conquer! The crowd cheers
And the first continent is won!!
Australia is all green.
Your move.

Armies grow.
Colors ally momentarily.
Let’s get rid of pink together
Then we can duel it out for Africa
But not before pink is pushed out.

Australia is expanding into Asia.
Crap! We have to keep Green at bay.
Out of Africa pink remarks about wanting to help
But not having enough armies left to invade Asia.

Black and yellow hang on dearly
Trying to help one another out
But green is too strong.
All those armies from Australia and Asia
Add up to unstoppable.
Even if the dice rolls against green 70%
Their army is too great.

And all other colors fade into history;
Green is triumphant!
I took a risk and conquered the world
That Friday night.