I....have failed. My starting position was ok, but through bad turn of the dice, the tables were turned, and I have lost. Although I have a slim chance, it is too slim to meditate on. In essence, my time here is done.
I have defeated Paulk, not so much by my genius play but more so by a great drop to begin with and dice that liked me. It was more unfair to my opponent than anything else, but i'll take it....
In watching our division very closely to see if i can get above the red line. What happens if there are 3 of us with 4-3 records with 30 rounds and one of us don't make the red line? will there be a playoff or something?
kljjr wrote:In watching our division very closely to see if i can get above the red line. What happens if there are 3 of us with 4-3 records with 30 rounds and one of us don't make the red line? will there be a playoff or something?
I will then look at head to head match ups. And if there is still a tie, then it will be the player i like the most.
Hanul wrote:It's a war machine, trains can get derailed too easily.
But yes, I await our match, I just hope I have veteran troops instead of fresh recruits. And I hope the dice gods favor me.
machine, train, it doesn't matter, my fellow clansmen in the Mythology clan have devised a potion to make your dice horrible the whole game, you should just surrender now, what do ya say???haha
The top two players in thier divsion gets home feild advantage.
Which is picking the game settings from these settings:
Play Order: Freestyle Sequential
Bonus Cards: Escalating Flat Rate No Cards
Fortifications: Chained Adjacent Unlimited
Fog of War: No Yes
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.