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2007-12-14 15:34:53
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85 votes, rating 4.5
The dice, the dice, the dice... oh the dice.
(If you want to get to the point of this blog entry, then I suggest that you skip the first three paragraphs)
Yesterday, it was a beautiful thursday evening, and I decided to play a game of fantasy football. Everything was looking good; my team was well built, my opponent was startling from the very idea of my cunning game plan, and all in all, it was a fantastic day to bring out some carnage, heroism and that simple enjoyment of the masses known as Blood Bowl.
Then, something unexpected happened. From the first moment on, my players seemed at loss. They failed to do such simple things as picking up the ball, passing it, or blocking the opponent players even when there was a three of us, one of them ogre, against a little tiny linerat. They couldn't dodge, or go for that one extra pace to reach whatever they were running into. When the push comes to shove, they just failed, at practically everything.
And on top of this, not only did my players fail, but our opponents, the cursed rats managed on everything. Their blocks were effective and decapacitating, their ballhandling elvishlike and graceful, and their speed even more enhanced by their heroic sprints across the field.
If we leave out the quite obvious, although poetic ranting that starts this rant, I would just like to say that throwing fourteen, that is fourteen double skulls on one game seems impossible. It isn't realistic, nor is it probable in any way or form. This topped with the fact that my opponent managed at practically everything I was quite ready to give up and throw things around the room.
And what really bugs me about all this... IT WAS ON TABLETOP! So I can't blame the RNG, or statistics, or unrealistic world of zeros and ones. Only things I have to blame for are my own blocking dice (which by the way now are under the instigation of painful and gruesome experiences) and the movement of my wrist. Oh the woe and the world of Nuffle. Nuffle really does like to make grown man cry.
That is all from me for this entry. Don't blame the generators, don't blame the luck, kick back, and instead blame and curse Nuffle, or if you wish, pray for it, whatever suits you :)
Yesterday, it was a beautiful thursday evening, and I decided to play a game of fantasy football. Everything was looking good; my team was well built, my opponent was startling from the very idea of my cunning game plan, and all in all, it was a fantastic day to bring out some carnage, heroism and that simple enjoyment of the masses known as Blood Bowl.
Then, something unexpected happened. From the first moment on, my players seemed at loss. They failed to do such simple things as picking up the ball, passing it, or blocking the opponent players even when there was a three of us, one of them ogre, against a little tiny linerat. They couldn't dodge, or go for that one extra pace to reach whatever they were running into. When the push comes to shove, they just failed, at practically everything.
And on top of this, not only did my players fail, but our opponents, the cursed rats managed on everything. Their blocks were effective and decapacitating, their ballhandling elvishlike and graceful, and their speed even more enhanced by their heroic sprints across the field.
If we leave out the quite obvious, although poetic ranting that starts this rant, I would just like to say that throwing fourteen, that is fourteen double skulls on one game seems impossible. It isn't realistic, nor is it probable in any way or form. This topped with the fact that my opponent managed at practically everything I was quite ready to give up and throw things around the room.
And what really bugs me about all this... IT WAS ON TABLETOP! So I can't blame the RNG, or statistics, or unrealistic world of zeros and ones. Only things I have to blame for are my own blocking dice (which by the way now are under the instigation of painful and gruesome experiences) and the movement of my wrist. Oh the woe and the world of Nuffle. Nuffle really does like to make grown man cry.
That is all from me for this entry. Don't blame the generators, don't blame the luck, kick back, and instead blame and curse Nuffle, or if you wish, pray for it, whatever suits you :)
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