by Hanul on Wed Jan 23, 2008 9:03 am
Bah, my match is over, but I lost. Placement ruins it for me again.
I'm actually a litle bitter about this, fighting so hard to get to the playoffs, only to lose because placement loves peanut so much. But well, I'll be around for the next tourney.
When my men ran out of ammunition, they just grabbed a grenade and ran towards the enemy, but alas they could not defeat placement.The defeat was a harsh defeat, as masses of my men killed themselves rather than face the defeat. The officers drank poison, as they could not believe that they had lost such an important cause. Ah Placement! What a fickle sister of fate art thou, to play so cruelly on my troops, twice. The troops wept as they saw their flag fall.
But they composed themselves shortly after, stiffling their tears, dashed dreams, and torn souls. They got into small groups and they swore. By god they swore on their lives. That they would be back, with a terrible vengence. By god they swore!
Summary of the story:
I will be back in the next tournament.