DEVIN

“It was recently brought to my attention that I am the fourth grandson on my fathers side. My firstborn is the fourth great grandchild on my fathers side. May the fours be ever with me and may the fours dwell ever in you for your four is my four. We are four. All is four. Ron came through with the board. Brian came through with being born approximately 40 years ago. Nicole came through with the meals. Marty came through a tough couple of days and still made the effort to come and join the party. I did not want it to be Brian but I knew that nobody was going to be allowed to hole up in Australia for that kind of win on my watch so my Asian forces descended and rained hell upon him when he did not set himself up to take advantage of any escape route that may have been proffered. My first ever July victory. 15 years in the making. A win that shall be savoured like I savoured the lovely Scotch Brian provided in a coffee mug. A couple days of eating drinking and making merry capped by a Risk victory. A weekend to remember. My thanks and beneficences to all involved. Abandon all hope ye who hole up there. Thats a quote from Virgil that I plan to live by in the future so be forewarned my adversaries.”

“Fuck 4s. This is how I thought my quote would end. With a simple 2 word quote. Fuck 4s. This would be a grievous injustice to the time honoured tradition of quotations. I was allowed as the only woman at the table to join the game of Dungeons and Dragons. Being that it is my beloveds birthday party. Wow. That is really what my quote should be. Just a simple wow. Not at all what I expected. I thought magic dragons costumes. This is going to be lame. But boy was I wrong. Armies cannons horses siege battles. The excitement was palpable. I could taste it like the peat in Scotch. The smoky fire burning in my soul as I survived attack after attack. I did not want it to end. If this game could go on forever it would be too soon. I was not prepared for the emotions a six could arouse Six. Oh six if only you were the only number I knew. The way my heart swells at your surprising arrival. Butterflies in my stomach. Knots in my heart. I did not know this number could be so exciting. Which brings me to four. FUCK 4. Fuck you 4. I fucking hate you. I used to love you. You used to be my number. Then a friendnay foeevery timeevery timeevery fucking time I get to see you. E.V.E.R.Y. FUCKING TIME. No not for I can never say it again. Nice roll. Nice number. Good roll. Good so many times. So many times. toomany times. You are dead to me now.”

“Hovering around thinking of digging out the dig out in Australia but no. Not quite. However as declared a return to classic Marty when the very unlucky B Day Brian ended up about as vulnerable as a guy can get so hey...capitalize. Unfortunately not digging out and the potential Africa as the new Australia went elsewhere insteatd of taking a turn on the dig out so Pink moved in and relegated me to third. Respect was acknowledged however and one has gotta do what he gotta do.”

“Cant count my fucking drinks. Cant roll good enough to take over a single army occupied territory. Have someone openly gloating about my shit rolling. Let me out of this game...oh...wait...Im out...Whew...Devin where is your bar...”

“First Im gonna kick your ass then Im gonna kick the asses of all your friends in alphabeitcal order so I guess were gonna need some names. Just not tonight.”