In-Game Dice Complaining = Tiny Todgeritis Disorder?

[Mr Changsha]

We've all been there...a tricky move in an important game, solid strategies all-round and it seems like it is all coming down to a key moment on your move. The game is finely balanced, the opposition has had decent dice overall and you are about six or seven down on troops. It is a seven versus five situation and as you limber-up for the coming effort (I prefer some light-stretches mixed with various entreaties to a multitude of gods) you know you need to roll well. The first roll is crucial.

2 up!

Superb. You let the dice breathe a little (against the advice of your teammate who is banging on madly about catching streams), there is no need to rush. After a minute or so you take a deep breath, set the thing up and click assault. Being in China you watch the loading icon spinning away - as it tends to in moments of great tension - trying to remember if lag is lucky or not. You still haven't come to any firm conclusion on the matter when...

2 up!

Glorious. 7 on 1 now, the game has shifted and you know one more roll will do it. Your teammate is by this point gibbering away about chemicals in the bloodstream and the perpetual danger of low-hanging clouds... but you don't get distracted. You hold your nerve. You click assault and...

1 up!

Bloodless...

You sit back, the tension drains away from your body and you can finally luxuriate in a job bloody well done. You have picked your dice with brilliance, a game may have turned in your favour and you know that, for now at least, you are on the up in CC Land.

But later, you check back on the game and happen to notice that some disgusting piece of slime has written a snarky comment along the lines of:

Heh...lucky you got great dice there

Thereby giving the impression that any achievement in this game has been purely down to luck. The record will forever show that the opposition considers that win down to nothing more than the dice. That the opposition were actually quite up in that game, until that roll...and that you had managed to hang in there regardless will never be remembered. What will...if anyone bothers to check (and this is the kind of game people will check) is that the opposition considers the result to be purely based on luck.

Now this seems to be to be an example of the worst kind of bad-sportsmanship. The inability to accept that the oppositon is playing well, that one's own strategy isn't always superb...that when the opposition may defeat you it might not be just that they were lucky, but that they might have played well too.

Personally, I put this down (as i do for so many, many personality-related inadequacies) to having a small penis.

[Army of GOD]

f*ck, you found me out. I need a new strategy now...

[natty dread]

Personally, I put this down (as i do for so many, many personality-related inadequacies) to having a small penis.

Speaking of small penises, [mod edit] posted on my wall recently. He wants me to put him on foe. I was going to give him a funny, witty & good-spirited wall-post in return, but apparently the little cheek-nibbler already has me on foe...

Now, what's that all about? Posting on someone's wall, then smugly snickering to themselves, knowing that the other person can't post back? Reminds me of kids ringing door bells and running away.

Obviously, there's only one conclusion: small penis.