What a DAY.

Penguin SLAP! is our first game. Friday we launched our first kickstarter. Saturday was our first time running a booth at a convention.

I have so much more respect for people who run booths at conventions.

Penguin SLAP! at Boston FIG 2018

Boston FIG was a one-day thing, there's a lot to see, and people get tired after walking around. Each person who passes by might not pass by again, so there's pressure to try and engage every person you can. And there are a lot of people passing by for those eight hours.

After the first hour or so you start to get hoarse, but at least by now you've figured out your sales pitch. A few more hours later your feet get sore, then your back from hunching over the table, then you start to realize you haven't eaten and your stomach is starting to growl. Then a little kid comes over and says "look mommy, penguins!" and you forget everything again.

It was awesome.

We showed our game to tons of people. We had a guestbook for patrons to sign that we forgot about for the first hour or so but we still packed it with signatures. Little kids, teenagers, college kids, young adults, old adults, coworkers, bloggers, vloggers, (I know those aren't all mutually exclusive, but,) we had so many people show up! By the end of the day we were both exhausted (and I know I didn't smell the freshest) but we had a great time.

We also learned a few more things about the design changes we made to the last print of the game. A few tiny things left room for ambiguity, we'll need to clear those up. Our game has lots of little nuances in it, but it was awesome seeing a 9 year old correct me when I forgot about a rule while he was playing.

You're HOW old? NINE? And you GET THIS? We can market to nine year olds!? To be fair, there was an eight-year-old who also played, but not as proficiently. Still though, it's hard to benchmark the lower-age-limit for a card game, and this was the first time I got a good educated guess on that.

We also found out that kids LOVED the narrative behind the penguins. The fact that one of them was a polar bear in a cheap disguise, and that only one of the penguins could see through the disguise, and that that one penguin was a tin-foil-hat-wearing conspiracy theorist was something they latched onto. They even ACTED OUT the ROLES of polar bear and conspiracy-theorist penguin WHILE PLAYING the game. It was a gas.

I never wanted to leave the booth, I didn't want to miss a chance to wave to someone, catch their eye, and pantomine reeling them in with a fishing rod, only to see them smile, shrug and walk over.

"Alright, you got me. What's this game about?"

"Hello friend! Do you like penguins and/or slapping your friends?"

"YES to BOTH of those things. What else is there in life!?"

"We'll you've come to the right place!..."

(The people who said "yes" to both were my favorite people.)


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