“At the end I was ready to bask in the glory and all I could think about was how unfortunate it was that I wasn't as drunk as Devin! I would say the win was karma for driving Devin out here, but I didn't. I got James to. So I have to give credit to Devin who wished me well in his prediction of (and throughout) the game...maybe I shouldn't have stomped him out first. Fuck the host. Good food, though! Thanks, asshole.”
“The massacre at Greenland was my downfall. Remember, A.B.T.! Don't foget to scour your station for all of your cards, or you will be setting the table for your enemies. Enjoy your smorgasbord, Sheldon.”
“This game was some serious repugnant shit. What do you do? Some asshole has Australia early on and you attempt the dig out but it ain't gonna go...well, maybe it will but you're done if the dig out goes through. So bail out. Give the asshole his best chance at winning. A few turns later he knocks you out of the game. Either way you're screwed. But if you're screwed, you might as well bring someone else with you - no matter when it happens. Last is last, right? Next game...next game.... Man, some serious repugnant shit.... But at least Devin appreciated the chowder.”
