Yesterday saw a wild night on the town, and the inevitable came to pass.
My life is not very compatible with membership in a a top clan.
I joined BOFM in 2010, TOFU in 2012. It's been a long run. A huge thank you to everyone for these most enjoyable years.
I often reflect back on the early days. I ask myself if these last six years have not been a little superfluous. Never again will the passion of that first cup be matched.
Joining the clan in time for the CC3 semi-final against KORT was an interesting time to be around to say the least. The fact that the Odd Fellows and Cows are on good terms today is of course a very good thing, but it was an extremely special atmosphere when it was not so.
A mixture of founding Odd Fellows and former THOTA members, all with an axe to grind. Missing a turn was not even conceivable. I was absolutely scared shitless of making a small mistake. The stakes were as big as they could be, the margins as small as could be imaginable.
A mistake could cost the game, the war, the season, the cup.
Thirty people had put SO much effort into that season that the thought of disappointing them was... It cannot be explained.
At the end of the day I am very comfortable in the knowledge that when the stakes were as highest, when my teammates relied on me to excel, to not make a mistake, to be my best, I was. We won the war, and I did my part.
The rest is dust in the wind.
May the dice be with you.
Oh, and when playing TOFU... please take care not to drip blood all over the carpet. I just had it dry-cleaned for **** sake
Arama86n, signing out.
