I’m a hipster. Not even going to bother denying it. Despite never owning a record player before in my life, I was almost immediately swept up in the current vinyl craze and began my own collection of movie soundtracks to very carefully mount on my apartment walls. And then when a friend of mine introduced me to the complexity of the German-influenced tabletop games, I drank that Kool-aid too, attending a weekly board game night in New York City and exposing myself to the breadth of the industry. Until now, the only reason I haven’t gotten broke is because I treated it as an either-or scenario. Money spent on movie paraphernalia was money I couldn’t spend on a fun new board game, and vice-versa.