“I didn't expected to win this game, but I expected to learn something about playing against strong slow opponents....

But what I got, and I didn't see this comming either, were some Darkelves, who took the "dark" in their name way too serious.
They stumbled arround like some bunch of undeads, barely missing a single opportunity to fall over their own feet. Even the high-praised elven passing game was only presented once, comical zombie-impersonations where more of the liking of these darkies. One even let go of this grey life and took refuge in the cold embrace of Death.

fricking goths




(Disclaimer: the author has nothing against Gothics in general, he is friend to some and sometimes even suspected to be one himself, but this darkones....*shakes head*)”