“One. Die. Blocks. Should. Not. Be. Successful. They're made for fail.
But, everywhere I looked in the first half, there they were.
I could have had it 1-1 at halftime but I decided to go for a Hold-My-Beer-And-Watch-This moment. Almost doubleskulled on the block, almost failed the handoff, didn't manage to make the final pass (to a bull centaur, so I was asking for it).
Second half, the rats mostly ran out of bodies when the dwarves finally remembered their primary purpose in life was to hit things. The rats couldn't dodge for the life of them and I ended up clearing them almost. A lucky rat rolled four sixes in a row but failed the go for it, and was the only one left on the field for the final play of the game.
GG man. Dice turned terrible for you in the second half there.”
But, everywhere I looked in the first half, there they were.
I could have had it 1-1 at halftime but I decided to go for a Hold-My-Beer-And-Watch-This moment. Almost doubleskulled on the block, almost failed the handoff, didn't manage to make the final pass (to a bull centaur, so I was asking for it).
Second half, the rats mostly ran out of bodies when the dwarves finally remembered their primary purpose in life was to hit things. The rats couldn't dodge for the life of them and I ended up clearing them almost. A lucky rat rolled four sixes in a row but failed the go for it, and was the only one left on the field for the final play of the game.
GG man. Dice turned terrible for you in the second half there.”