“And Nuffle looked upon the rats, and he said, "I think not!"
Though the Box of Regret rats got the ball deep into the MTV territory, the necro generation was doing just enough to knock the ball on the ground and keep it covered until they could finally grab hold of it and get it down the pitch. Jock is right, the dice weren't spectatcularly good or bad, just good for me at the right times and bad for him at the wrong times. I tried to keep things lighthearted and fun, but I could tell he was getting frustrated so I eased off the verbal throttle and just went for the score. Never let it be said I was one to look a gift horse, or a gift from Nuffle, in the mouth.
Thanks for the game Jock. We're now 1-0-1 head-to-head. I look forward to another game when you are feeling less frustrated. I wouldn't want to contribute to any broken keyboards. I make enough of those on my own ;)
Edit: and a rage retire. Ah well, I've done that enough times, it's a nice change to be on the dishing instead of the receiving end of that. Take a break, Jock, and come back soon!
Edit 2: No worries, man. It happens :) Like I said, I look forward to playing you again. And more funny match reports from you.”
“An incredibly annoying game for me, nothing to do with opponent just dice, a sign that I need to take a break I think, the dice werent spectacularly bad but my frustration level was and my keyboard was dangerously close to going smashy smashy.
It was just after the game before where I also had no chance my frustration was so high.
If I conceed (unless for cat of fire situations) I automatically retire the team, I tend to get very attached to my teams and retiring is my punishment for being lame enough to conceed.
Ill probably get bored and play again in about an hour or tomorrow at some point :) my rages only last that long and fumbbl is what i do whilst watching sports and films at the weekend.
anyway....... sorry about the concession, thanks for the game”
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Though the Box of Regret rats got the ball deep into the MTV territory, the necro generation was doing just enough to knock the ball on the ground and keep it covered until they could finally grab hold of it and get it down the pitch. Jock is right, the dice weren't spectatcularly good or bad, just good for me at the right times and bad for him at the wrong times. I tried to keep things lighthearted and fun, but I could tell he was getting frustrated so I eased off the verbal throttle and just went for the score. Never let it be said I was one to look a gift horse, or a gift from Nuffle, in the mouth.
Thanks for the game Jock. We're now 1-0-1 head-to-head. I look forward to another game when you are feeling less frustrated. I wouldn't want to contribute to any broken keyboards. I make enough of those on my own ;)
Edit: and a rage retire. Ah well, I've done that enough times, it's a nice change to be on the dishing instead of the receiving end of that. Take a break, Jock, and come back soon!
Edit 2: No worries, man. It happens :) Like I said, I look forward to playing you again. And more funny match reports from you.”