Justin - Board Game Battle

Prepare, prepare the table for our war,
Bring forth the chips, tossed in a plastic bowl;
Th’ Angel of War has set the table well,
And placed the field upon the darken’d boards!
Prepare, prepare!

Prepare your minds for Death has come! Prepare
Your hearts for fight, your face to hide your hand;
Prepare your wits to crush your faml’y foes;
Prepare your nerve to lose to little bro!
Prepare, prepare!

Whose turn to move is now? Methinks ‘tis mine!
What should I do, why faileth plotting mind?
Had I more rooms, to guide where I should go,
And guess, and blame, about the bloodied house.
Prepare, prepare!

The weapon of the guilty still to find;
The Angel of Death hiding in the crowd!
Six suspects seeking clues in ev'ry room,
Racing to be the first to solve the crime!
Prepare, prepare!

Players, prepare! Your cause is bragging rights;
Players, prepare! Force others to reveal;
Prepare to guard the knowledge that you have;
Prepare to strike when all has been made clear!
Prepare, prepare!

Body shall smile, and know he is avenged;
When the case is solved and the cards revealed,
The file opened: suspect, weapon, room,
And the victory claimed by one of six!
Prepare, prepare!