Choose Your Weapon: The Card Game!

CYW: Card Game (Bare Bones Edition) This is an exciting card game that also uses Dice, your imagination, improvitivity, logic, and even debating skills!

Join your friends in acing of against strange creatures from the Vault of Champions! But be careful, the will quickly develop quirks that may be beneficial to them, or yourself with the Bag of Monkey Wrenches! Will you have the right weapon in hand from the Arsenal to defeat the Champion? Or would be able to make one? Or do you think you can argue your way to victory?!? Come Play the game and find out!!!

(Warning: We had some issues containing Certain Champions in the cards for this game. So, mind the floating symbols in the cards' layout)

The Future:

The year is 2150 A.D., and you find yourself smack dab in the middle of a dilapidated Colosseum. Thousand stare down at you shouting, and chanting, hoping that you will be the one to become the new champion. Among you or other combatants, waiting for the battle to begin. From up high, stepping out onto his throne, is the battle master. It was just a hand raise, he silences the crowd. The battle master then calls forth The champion from within his vault. As the vault opens up, you hear a large pounding on the ground. Loud enough to cause your legs in your spine to shake. It is a Tyrannosaurus rex! And he is looking very, very hungry. Before the battle starts, the battle master arises from his throne, and turns his back to his champion, and you fellow combatants. At this time, before you rises from the ground five items that you can use at your arsenal. But, whatever you may choose, only one full item must be removed from the arsenal to be used in the battle. Before yourself, is a flamethrower, some Barbwire, a pistol with four rounds, a 12 pound bowling ball, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As the other combatants are choosing their weapons, the crowd starts to stamp their feet and pound their hands into the seats they’re sitting in. You start to get nervous, the sweat drips from your four head. You reach out for the flamethrower, but accidentally grab the peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead! The weapons in front of you disappear, and you are stuck with the sandwich in your hand. As the battle is about to begin, the battle master turns around and sees all of the combatants with their weapons. You suddenly see the look of surprise, and fear wash across the BattleMasters face as he holds up his hand holding the battle. As all of the combatants, as well as yourself lower your arms, The battle master also lowers his arm towards you, declaring you the Victor. And as dumbfounded as the rest of the combatants, you exit the arena into the holding bay. Before you leave, you were met by the battle master. And he says to you, “how did you know that my Champion was allergic to peanuts? “

You don’t tell him that you had no clue and you just reached out grabbing whatever weapon was closest to you. You just confidently smile and nod to him as if you had known all along. The battle master will then make a decree that none of the battles henceforth will actually be physically fought, but decided by him based on the weapons they are using against his chosen champions.

Ok, now back to the game!