Each game of Stiltskin begins with players secretly crafting their goblin names from a shared pool of gloriously grotesque word cards—combinations like Turd Clamflaps are not just possible, they’re inevitable. From there, it’s open season. Players take turns launching interrogations (read: hurling insults) at one another in an effort to unmask these ridiculous names. Accents are encouraged, dignity is optional, and maintaining a straight face is its own kind of warfare. The game is filthily foul-mouthed, and packed with deeply questionable language, and adult humour, making it wonderfully unsuitable for children, prudes, or anyone who takes things too seriously. If you’re under 16, or the sort who might object to being called Ass Fudgetrumpet by a close friend, this may not be the game for you.
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Stiltskin is a raucous, fast-paced party game where insults aren’t just encouraged—they’re the entire point. Players take on the role of foul-mouthed goblins attempting to guess each other’s grotesque, secretly constructed goblin names through targeted interrogation, scathing mockery, and beautifully baroque abuse. The last goblin to remain unnamed wins. It’s deduction meets derision, played out in interrogation cycles where every wrong guess and every suppressed giggle carries consequences. Make no mistake—this game rewards the shameless, the sharp-tongued, and the stone-faced. Laugh, and you’ll be penalised. Flinch, and your filthy little secrets might be exposed. Bluff, bluster, and bellow your way to victory—but bring a thick skin, because in the world of Stiltskin, the only thing more important than protecting your name is making sure nobody forgets how magnificently ugly theirs is.