“Let the record show; Azure has my number. It doesn't really matter why. Perhaps in our statistically low number of meetings, I just so happen to roll badly, and if we play 50, 100, 150 more, it would even out. Perhaps his aggressive style isn't a good match for my more pragmatic approach. Perhaps he's just that much better than me.

I have my own theories (and several tales of woe!), but the truth is, who cares? It is what it is, apparently I am simply his bitch. I find it most irksome that I have such a heavily one sided record against anyone, and as I skim down the list and remember 'Oh yeah, that was the double one', 'Oh, the fizzle and the failing Wardancer' or 'Insert pointless waa here', my skin crawls.

But facts are facts, and one cannot avoid hard numbers. Perhaps one of these days I'll take an open division tournament seriously and hunt him down on what seems to be his own turf, but I doubt I'll have the time (especially if I give up my beloved L) or inclination. Either way, this cannot stand!

So long from a league sense, and I hope battle will be rejoined one day. Otherwise, I shall forever be a bitch!”