“Some would point to my 5 single defensive sixes defending 2 (or 3) continents as somewhat of a turning point...but, really, it was just a highlight...every fool has his day, and this day was finally mine.... Again alcohol lubricated my offense, which always favours me...perhaps sober Ron will learn from this.... Ethan...sleep tight...I'll come get you when I sober up...”
“Attacking last in a seven player game is indeed an interesting situation to encounter. Huddling down in the frozen expanse of Siberia and waiting vulturesque for others to weaken, however, seemed to have paid dividends in the form of five sets of cards - two in one turn totalling eighteen was very nice - that kept me alive and well for quite a stretch. Finishing third is never a preferred outcome, of course, but eliminating almost half the other combatants in the game (including not one, but two Regniers!) was a more than satisfactory consolation prize. I will enjoy this +2 game and carry on with the mantra A.B.E. in games to come.”
“This is what happens when I don't get pink. The dice from the early 70s simply did not have the sixes left in them. One great stand in Great Britain is all I have to show for a night of futility. My ego overcame me as I thought I could be the one to make green a winner. I now know better. I have been humbled, and have gained a renewed appreciation for pink. I also discovered that I am no werewolf as the full moon did not provide me with any paranormal powers.”
“I may have been eliminated first but I do not consider it a defeat. However, I will never choose yellow again; it is like having a target on your back.”
