by Hanul on Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:25 am
Yeah, my game's over, I lost. Stupid placement, he knocked me out in the first round because he was so well placed, but oh well. Well, here's a little story about it.
Note: This has propaganda in it, if you are offended, I apologize.
I had quickly allied myself to Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, and his crocodile legions when my opponet sent his stingray assassin. In one quick blow, my ally had died, and with his death, his legions turned on me. The dice gods would no longer listen to my prayers, as the crocodiles easily snapped up my troops wherever they were. My troopcs made a few last brave stands, but all was in vain. As my opponet's troops and the treacherous crocodiles made the last final pushes into my hq. the last of my troops fought with the fanaticism of that of a man who has nothing left but his life, but all was in vain. The next day, at sundown, my flag went down and my opponet's flag rose, signifying my symbolic defeat. The terrain was littered with those who fought against the inevitable.
Hanul's war machine had finally hit a bump, may it be only a small bump, hopefully the sun will rise again.
