“Challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome: Seven opponents, perilous chances undertaken, coercive manipulation of others by fork-tongued cowards, childish mind games, juvenile taunts, overt collaboration against me - even those eliminated from play sought to aid in the plots against me. However, the fact remains that I am victorious. I have tasted the sweet taste of victory not once, but twice now, and how sweet it is. None can say that I didn't warn them! I have accomplished what I have set out to do and my throne will not be wrested from me this month, next month, or this year! Have you learned your lessons yet, my dear enemies? You now all lie among the vanquished. Take my advice for June: Stay down!”
“Excuses? I have a few... I think I will read the fucking rules before next game... On a side note - 1382 in Pac-Man... On another side note... Seeing as how the stats on this site have been quite a motivation for a certain player's strategy during the game... June... Target... Marty...”
“I'm all for Marty being the first one out next game. And early too... or maybe we could all just attack him down to one guy and leave him on that territory surrounded with nowhere to go. He would add his three armies each turn and not be able to collect cards(so it is irrelevant for anyone to take him over) because the adjacent territories would be stacked (we could work on rotation, each round it is someone else's responsibility to reduce him to 1 or 2 armies) and that person is exempt from attack as long as they only attack him (and maybe one more to get a card). This would keep him in the game until we decide that... 'hey, someone else might go out soon so lets take out Marty so he is the first out.' He would get no attack stats. he would lose ground in the standings and he'd have the tediousness of just sitting there waiting until we're done before he goes to bed. (just a side note... this was my worst finnish yet it is the only time i have had more kills than deaths? go figure!)”
“Where has honour gone? After valiantly repelling an ill-advised offensive by butter, I had no choice but to stand by and watch others reap the rewards of my efforts. Vultures swooping in to pick the bones of my kill! The jackals tearing apart the body of the lion, weary from battling with the beasts of the Savannah. I will Rise. The Gods of war owe me. Big.”
