“I felt good with my position in the game, but even moreso when I watched Marty deplete both his and Devin's armies in one single turn...with Sheldon out of the game, and Marty protected by Jon, I had no choice but to go after Devin...the other two fell soon after...sure feels good turning in 7 sets of cards...maybe scotch is the way forward...”
“Sheldon gets a ride home tonight...although it may have cost me an invite to future games. On a related note, my quotes never seem to be longer than a sentence or two. Maybe this will be a step in the right direction, although commenting on the game seems the easy solution. I shall try to say nothing about it. If you ignore my first two lines, I have achieved this goal.”
“All these fuckers are fucking cowards with no fucking honour. I killed them all when the little bastards kept coming at me in waves. The best rolling game I've had and it is marred by the actions of the dickshits who seemed drawn to my black pieces. Particularly Marty, who attacked me for no reason and then got his sorry fucking ass protected in Australia for no good reason. He will get his. In the end all placements are earned, and this came will come back to haunt his retarded ass! In addition, Ron rolled three fours once. But what really gets me steamed is that Marty ate the bread before even knowing what it was for and we ended up with too little bread for the sausage! Also, to top it off, he dropped many stinky farts during the game...all the while using the pink pieces in a horrifyingly undignified and insulting manner. On the positive side, the music was groovin'. In conclusion, hosting is overrated and Marty is a complete asshole!”
“Anger doesn't describe how I feel. Check that. Feel is not the right word. As of now I have no feeling. No care for who wins, who loses nor what order they finish in. Thanks for the ride Jon, maybe you'll win. Thanks for the food Devin, you will not win. Ron will win. Oh yeah, and Marty's 'playing too'...ahhh, no Jon, you aren't going to win. I even question the maneuver openly. Too much confidence in the size of your army, don't you know they are just BIG pieces? Those are my dice assholes. Bring your own next time. Fuck. Thanks for hosting Devin, and thanks for the fine scotch Dale. Nice way to begin an evening, which at the time I was unaware of how little I was going to care for the rest of my evening. P.S. You're welcome for the tickets asshole* *RON”