“Me, the Evil Master of CherryPicking, found another helpless prey!
Poor little trusting Garaygos... he entered my lair, ejoyed my food and wine, and finally got caught in my net!
And I enjoyed killing all of his puny players, who stood between me and the Glory humans deserve!
Garaygos is italian too. He's a whiner, a loser, and cannot admit superior tactics, and not superior firepower, won me this game. He's a sad frustrated kiddo who thinks he knows it all.
Man I was scared when Jan=Italian=Evil asked me for a game! The git has been stalking me for ages, I swear, always trying to lull me into games I would have never been able to win (sneaky cherrypicker that he is).
And boy was he happy when he discovered I created a brand sparkling new lizardmen team! Then he started to bug me endlessy (you know the scene: "let'splaylet'splaylet'splay, that sort of stuff), he actually bugged me soooooo friggin' much that in the end I accepted.
Note to self: never again in my life! Not only his roster was clearly thought out to be good only in the short run while mine was thought "to last"... he just bashed bashed bashed and bashed some more! Ouch! My poor sauruses were literally swept away, and his comment was "Ha, let's play stunty now! I rOxOrX! U sUc*S! Ahr, ahr!".
It was sooooo terrible. I nearly wet my pants. No, really! I've had his maniacal laughter in my ears all nite and couldn't sleep at all! Aaaaaaaaaggghhh!!
Evil Jan, Evil! Never againnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!
*explodes*”
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Poor little trusting Garaygos... he entered my lair, ejoyed my food and wine, and finally got caught in my net!
And I enjoyed killing all of his puny players, who stood between me and the Glory humans deserve!
Garaygos is italian too. He's a whiner, a loser, and cannot admit superior tactics, and not superior firepower, won me this game. He's a sad frustrated kiddo who thinks he knows it all.
Today Mighty Jan taught him a thing or two.
N00b!
/me spits on Garaygos' grave.”