“Well... it's December and I finished 2nd, and somehow that's not the final game of the year? Just as i was looking forward to starting the stats all over again for a new year i found out that i have another chance at winning the game in the second round. So I shall see you gentlemen in 1 month. Till then i must wish everyone in an annoying position 'Good luck' ... even i'm not sure what that meant.”
“What a fine combination of good and bad luck visited upon me in four separate turns of this game! For two turns I enjoyed an excellent kill percentage on the attack: I vanquished the vile Yellow army handily with nary a loss to myself, and I extracted a hefty payment in blood from the Red army just before it marched in victory across my final territory - and even then Scandinavia only fell to these disgusting wretches due to the embarrassing oversight of another army. But what atrocious episodes in defense on another two turns! In answer to the territorial violation of my cherished continent my North African bulwark proved to be nothing more than a welcoming boardwalk into my beautiful Brazilian heartland, and again, while not a well defended continent, my colonial outposts in North America could not fell even one of the marauders intent on ending my aspirations to empire. Oh, the humanity! Oh, the fake melodrama! I suppose there is nothing to do now but determine what lessons I might take into the next campaign. Hmm: Kill or be killed?”
“The defense rested on this day. No cards and poor one on one rolls combined with a poor start position added up to an early exit. I decided to police the board again and got nothing but heartache. Next game I am demanding that pink be a piece colour option. You cowards can't avoid pink forever.”
“Never count on anyone for anything. Ever. They won't be there for you. Chances are you will die alone anyway. Oh, and I am all for equal rights and all. But man, you gotta watch them homosexuals in the festive headwear.”
