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Players explore the strange island Villa of Tektolio™ (depicted on the board; moves determined by rolling an 8-sided die) where you have become stranded. You find all sorts of junk (point-earning items from the green This/That card deck, as well as random other things. The other card decks, purple and orange, send you to different parts of the board or cause gains, losses or trades of This/That cards ). You'll encounter some uniquely odd characters and be plunged into some bizarre and possibly life-threatening situations (whenever you land on or are sent to a Room Event space). You have to use the items you find to build Kontraptions that will remedy the situations (the more This/That card items you use, the more points you get — within the 3 Kontraption-building guidelines, natch). The first player to reach 500 points (or any prearranged victory condition that players agree to) wins the game and may leave the island. . . if the other players allow it. . . . Put Tektolio™ to work Corporate teams Tektolio encourages thinking outside the box, effective communication, problem solving and working together. It's an engaging way to strengthen executive and marketing skills and to get your whole team pulling in the same direction. Counseling options Tektolio can be an excellent method for counselors and therapists to develop verbalization skills, problem-solving and teamwork skills in a group counseling context. Teaching tools Tektolio's emphasis on creative thinking, communication and problem-solving make it a dynamic tool for teachers and parents to get children or learning-impaired people involved in group activities. For more on development and mentoring, see our FAQs. One night I am in a dream: I am wandering through a building. Sometimes I am alone, sometimes with assorted friends and relatives. Each time I or we go somewhere, things are startlingly different and bizarre: in someone’s garage, replete with a mounted deer head, cops break in on a bust; from a theatre rehearsal studio I sense I’ve been in before, I go outside into bright daylight to see that the building is an old (now-demolished) tobacco barn near the house where I grew up; on a warehouse loading dock, there is a raid by leather-clad gang members; outside, in twinkling twilight, the building is the church I attended in my formative years, and paramedics come racing in to whisk away an unidentified person.... I awaken, a bit shaken, thinking, “Hm... that was weird.” Questions? e-mail us: tektolio@oktabo.com |