Jump, jump, jump a rope, Merrily in the spring! Hop, hop with both feet As fast as you can sing! 🐰🎶

Ga-ga is a ball game played in an octagonal pit. The rules are variable, but similar to dodgeball in that players who are struck by the ball are "out" and must leave the pit. In most variants, the ball can only be aimed at other players by striking with the open palm.

FABLE – Playground Games

at least the new girl looks super cute!

Next person who says this about Fable it is ON SIGHT

Hoping to hear more fable news this year!

Copying and pasting my thoughts of the new Fable trailer from Instagram:

I like Richard Ayoade, so that's a pretty lovely start.

I didn't read, so I was mistaken. This is in-game stuff, so what we saw is exactly how it'd look in the game. And there's my first problem, it's missing some of its flare in style. I don't mean the bloom, but the slight stylisation isn't really there - which I could forgive somewhat since Fable was distancing itself from caricatures after the first game.

The vibes... are off... I'm not saying it's all terrible, but it's not great either. While I can appreciate balverines still being a thing and an introduction to giants, it's not quite Fable enough from that trailer alone. While Fable had fairytale elements, it made things up on their own, which made them unique.

Everything felt more like Shrek than it did Fable, BUT I won't be too quick to judge since it's a trailer with no actual gameplay or info.

This leads to my next point:

Where's the information? It's been 3 years since the announcement trailer and I still have nothing to work with except that giants are a thing and that they've got Bri'ish talk of "wanker" and a throwback to kicking chickens.

Seriously, while it was fun to watch, it didn't feel that connected to Fable, and it did give off the impression you'd be exploring giant worlds rather than Albion.

I'm willing to wait for something more, of course, but with this, I can't say I'm too thrilled beyond seeing Fable get acknowledged. I hope more comes out soon so I can feel a bit more excited and attached to this reboot.

I'm still holding out for Reaver btw imdb is saying Stephen Fry will be a part of it but I don't trust that when there's no official source to back it up! (At least to my knowledge)

Reminds me of Grendel from the 2007 animated Beowulf movie...

Marbles

The Tiger Cage

It is 8:20 in the morning, and the sky is pressing down like the tired choke of omen. Grey and dim as fall threatens to slip into winter, the sun hidden by the horizon and a thick blanket of foggy clouds. A chill sits on the air.

The children, waiting, do not feel it. In twenty minutes, the bell will ring and their day will begin in earnest. The playground monitor will blow her shrill whistle and they will form into narrow lines, march into the brick building, and disappear into the mist of being. But for now, they remain floating suspended in the early morning light, hanging, grasping desperately at what little is left to hold.

The game they are playing is called “Tiger Cage”. It’s the only game they play on the dome: a geometric mesh of bars bolted into triangles, attached into pentagons, molded into a half sphere. Other games take place around the dome, or through it: tag where the chased are cornered against it, play pretend where the dome can be a castle, a cave, or a prison, but only Tiger Cage is possessed by the dome. A game that exists only here, only now- before the playground monitor has power enough to stop them, to tell them it isn’t safe and scatter them about. Tiger Cage is part of the dream, part of the blur before school, of waiting for the bell to ring. It is a fervor, as many children’s games are. So consuming as to mold you into character, enrapture you into a new being. The children are caught. The game is being played.

More than twenty of them weigh down onto the creaking metal bars, writhing as they clamor to the top. Twisting in and out of the triangular openings, hanging by tiny fingers, pushing over each other and the whole structure sways under the pressure of them all. They wait to see who will drop first, who will start.

Eventually, unspoken, someone slips. They tumble down onto the wood chips, and the game begins. He is the Tiger now, and the cage presses in. The Tiger in its blue jacket snarls, twisting away from the grasping hands. The other side of the cage shutters and hands become arms, the Tiger bears its teeth and pulls back. Surrounded on all sides, the cage becomes impenetrable, a wall of writhing, reaching hands, desperate to hold it, snatch it. The cage is sanctuary, and only so safe as it can curl right within its center, thrashing as their hands lash though the air, wanting, wanting, wanting. It finds the middle of the dome eventually, crouching out of reach. The cage waits, performs the perfunctory strain of failure for a moment, before the second act begins. One of the hands at the side, perhaps midway up the dome, starts the show. In one smooth motion, hand becomes arm becomes shoulder, then a whole body breeches the boundaries of the cage, half suspended by an aching little arm twisted backwards, balanced on the thin metal as the Tiger’s safety is lanced through. The body swipes down and out, and the Tiger must throw itself backwards, then roll on its feet to the center again, away from the hungry walls as the body rebalances from the attempt, then retreats. But it is too slow, and as it jumps back to safety a pale hand snatches at it. Too late, too slow: so he is no longer the Tiger. His blue jacket scrambles back onto the dome, pulling up and disappearing into the roiling web of hands and bodies and reaching.

The next Tiger drops into the pit on bright red sneakers, crunch-crushing the wood chips as his weight becomes predator, as he arches forward into its four-legged growling snarling anger. The cage does not wait long before they begins to swing down, death-defying dives as they clamor to consume it. It snarls and spins and grows and roars and twists into its own dives avoiding. But the cage is all blood and air, swooping like taloned birds bereft of weight, and it is only mortal, rolling into splinter-soil till it is heavy with it. A body from the center top, nearly the perilous center ring, pulls him back out of the cage.

And then the next, a girl in a green knit cap. Then next, a boy in a black jacket. It is movement, it is trial. They are children, and children are becoming things. So they are becoming: Predators trapped, all consuming grasp, a silent dance of death on the cold autumn morning. They don’t speak, not really. Just act.

A girl drops into the cage- or what was thought to be a girl, before this. She is wearing a brown canvas jacket. But there is no girl in the cage, there never was. Only the Tiger. It is warmer here, caught in cloying heat as the sky becomes skin, reaches in, for the kill. It roars, spins. Pacing becomes panting, anguished dancing running as it twists. The hands grab in-in-in. Its eyes wide, gold- rimmed, slitting into beastly adrenaline. A body falls, it flips. Pushes with its hind claws as it amends. Another lunges and it tucks, ducking, hackles raised. Howls back away, hitches forward to avoid a graze. Whirls back from a close miss, panting heavy. Its ribs swell like prey-kin, and there is fear. But it is a Tiger, and tigers have teeth, not armor. And it has teeth. Spitting as it yowls upwards, and suddenly it is done: the grandest feat. A body at the very top, all in visceral strength, plummets to the center of the cage, caught only by the legs. And the Tiger roars, stomach exposed as it’s thrown, deep into the shrapnel at its back. Belly up as it stares into the eyes of the cage, double-dozen-thousand staring pin point as the Tiger’s teeth bear down into sharp fangs, fingers made paws bloom white claws, and then-

The bell rings. For a moment, the children stay perfectly still. The girl who hangs from the top of the dome, inches away, doesn’t blink. Then the recess monitor’s shrill whistle screams, and they all slowly pull away. Shuffling just slow enough that by the next blink, the girl in the brown canvas jacket has human eyes.

What's the time Mr. wolf is a tag variant/call and response game. One player is selected as Mr.Wolf, and the other players start at the opposite end of a play area.

A call-and-response then takes place: all players except for Mr. Wolf chant in unison "What's the time, Mr. Wolf?", and Mr. Wolf will answer in one of the two ways:

Mr. Wolf may call a clock time (e.g., "5 o'clock"). The other players will then take that many steps, counting them aloud as they go ("One, two, three, four, five"). Then they ask the question again.

Mr. Wolf may call "Dinner time!"/"Lunch Time"/"Midnight", then Mr. Wolf will turn around and chase the other players..

Fable - Xbox Games Showcase

The Fable reboot is in development for Xbox Series X|S and PC. A release date has yet to be announced.

Forza Horizon 5

Tell me about your local/self-made childhood games that you bet will horrify some people I’ll start:

Two person game played in Mandarin, first you say (name of game) and then you say “first floor” (in Chinese, 一楼) and show scissors paper stone. Except if you both show a different hand sign, you go again and say “second floor”. Basically you keep going up until you both show the same hand sign, at which point the first person to make finger guns and say “bang!” wins.

The name of the game is “跳楼自杀”. As a child I never contemplated the name but on hindsight it’s pretty morbid to play “jump roof self-kill” (literal translation). Then again ring a-round the rosies exists

(If you have a not-morbid local game put it down too!! Gonna list more games down here)

Heart attack:

Scissors paper stone, but when you lose you put a hand on the floor in the middle of the circle of people playing. When the next person loses, they put their hand on top of yours. When a single hand is not on the pile, whoever’s hand is the bottom of the pile is pulled out to play. Eventually the hands will rotate until someone gets both hands free, at which point they chant “heart attack” at whatever pace they want before slapping the hand stack.

The losing players can try to withdraw their hand from the stack once the winner moves to slap. Whoever’s hand gets slapped is now the bottom of the pile for the next game (they start with one hand less)

While saying “heart attack” the winner crosses their finger over the pile with each syllable, kind of like doing innie-minnie-miny-mo. “Heart” tap on the hand pile, “aaa” tap on the floor, “ttack” slap the hands. To build suspense they usually say each syllable excruciatingly slow. “Hearrrrt-aaaaaa-ttACK”

Chopsticks:

Each player starts with one finger on each hand. When you tap one finger to another one-fingered hand said tapped hand becomes a two-fingered hand. Tapped by a two-fingered hand adds two fingers to your hand. You lose when getting tapped makes your hand five-fingered or a bigger number

There’s some additional rules: You can clap both hands to split the number of fingers between the two hands, so one hand has three the other has one you can clap to split two-two. If you wanna waste a turn you can just swap the number of fingers on each hand by clapping.

One-two-three(一二三):

There is an english version I think but the Mandarin one sounds better and is probably the original. I’ll explain in english then put the whole Chinese recitation at once

Basically it’s a long sequence of hand claps between two people. “One-two-three” put both hands together palms facing inwards and slap the back of the other person’s hand at each syllable. Imagine two fish tails slapping each other

”We go high” double high five above your heads “we go low” double high five at your legs/lap “we go back, front, legs” at “back” turn palms facing face and slap back of hands with other person, at “front” normal high five, at “legs” slap your own thighs

“we go one-two-three” double high five at normal height, three times. So “one” high five, “two” high five, “three” high five.

“We go four-five-six” turn your hands palms facing your own face. Backwards double high five another three times. “We go seven-eight-nine” normal double high fives again, three times. “We are best of friends” double thumbs up to each other

“We go jelly jelly lom chiam” make fists and roll them like a hand peddle “pas pas pas” and then throw out scissors paper stone. So, in Chinese:

“一二三//我们上//我们下//我们后前脚//我们一二三//我们四五六//我们七八九//我们好朋友//jelly jelly lom chiam pas pas pas!”