“As the fortune cookie stated: 'my love of peace affected the course of world events.' The world was indeed a peaceful place after pink enveloped all continents. The soothing glow of dusty rose calmed all my atavistic savagery after the massacre in the Middle East and allowed me to refocus and think strategically instead of vengefully. All hail Dorothy Fowler and the hallowed halls of Abby Senior circa 1993!”
“Ah, a brief moment of glory (or luck) in that turbulent Middle East, and then everything is shattered by a defensive dice roll of 1 turning the tide against my triple 1 offensive dice roll! Argh! And then came Venezuela: Clearly what goes around comes around. Although the end was already written long before these events, I merely wanted to make a few more last minute editing changes to the story. Damnable luck! I've played better games and come 4th... Oh, and I resent being called a war-mongerer. I just wanted peace, too, and a Grey peace, while seemingly bland, is a good peace.”
