Anyone entering Vampires into the Blackbox should be awarded the title of zen masochist. But fighting for glory in 50 games, with useless thralls and raving vampires bent on doing nothing but eating those thralls truly teaches lessons about letting go. That is, letting go of your hopes of winning and of your hopes of keeping any of your pixels for more than a *very* short while, while your team is gleefully taken apart by orcs, dwarfs and khemri.
But then every victory is oh so sweet, even if it takes huge amounts of luck to get there.

Cudos to all other coaches who took the risk and had the balls of not using AV9 beat 'em up teams in the box and whom i met during those 50 games, i salute you:

MasterMiyagi, easilyamused, Were_M_Eye, Witherstench, ultwe, Koigokoro, Bert, Doktor_Feelgood, Lofwyr, downblitz, p4m, IlmanMalthus, WindexChugger, AoP-Vimes, Forrest_Gump, Emphasy (yes, i still hate you), DustBunny, thank you for the games :)