“I thought butter was going to build a bridge and slide some help into Australia. But butter ran. Had a bad feeling about that, though it didn't bode well for butter, as it was knocked out by Pink. It did let Black strengthen down under, enough to take over Pink and get some late game cards.
In the end I was right. Being left alone, Sheldon grew to an unmatchable force. Even knocking out two opponents and turning in many cards, I couldn't do it...I think maybe I was too worried about Sheldon getting Marty's cards, and thinned myself out too much getting them. I should have let them battle for second, when it looked like I was going to win. Also, my defensive rolling after Turn 8 went to shit.”
“We had a script. A prophecy was uttered. But was it real? Meh...
Decisions are made. Luck plays out - or does not. Games are won. Games are lost.
For me this outing, not the result I would prefer. But I did hurt a lot of people emotionally this game. There is no stat for that, but, for me, it still counts.”
“I rolled three fours and lost to a four. I rolled three fours again and also lost. I did win with three sixes, though. A wonderful evening at Sheldon's almost finished abode. A legend was born with the ghost dice back from the dead with the help of a Shop Vac (Devin comes up with a winning idea...) Of course, not everything was wonderful. The results stunk (what a waste of a great rolling performance just because of a shitty initial random placement) and there's no fucking way in fucking hell we should ever fucking allow fucking mushrooms to fucking contaminate fucking nachos ever fucking again.”
“What the shit??
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...Out, out brief candle...some other shit about idiots and stages. Pretty much sums up this match...signifying nothing! Stick to the fucking script next time, motherfuckers!!
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