Today's class began with an interesting statement from Blackout:
Although we could not hear him, we knew from our hurt feelings that an unwarranted doubt was in the air. As a result, Cumiro entered hero mode early in the game.
Still, despite his valor, doubt continued to pervade the peanut gallery. This moment:
http://umlaut.wikispaces.com/file/view/losesilos2.jpg/302930320/losesilos2.jpg
Prompted this comment:
Oh, fearful noobs, hear your king! Do not panic, (especially when playing Mrmot).
With our powers combined, we repelled that shit. http://umlaut.wikispaces.com/file/detail/losesilos3.jpg
Meanwhile, Senator and I were engaged in a high-stakes version of Groundhog Day.
Day 1: http://umlaut.wikispaces.com/file/detail/cza.senbomb.jpg
Day 2: http://umlaut.wikispaces.com/file/view/cza.senbomb2.jpg/302930306/cza.senbomb2.jpg
Same result: a couple dead cities, no more "dots" for Mrmot, and a lot of dead bombers at the hands of my fighters.
Oh, speaking of dots, there seemed to be some confusion. Note Blackout's unspeakable hatred here:
Blackout, while it is difficult to convey tone in Defcon, understand I was teasing Mrmot. I did not draw any dots. I thought about blinding his silos, but why bother when there were so many points to snatch? Cumiro and I had a game to win. We left the game-within-a-game of blind nuking, and the loss that comes with it, to Marmot.
At long last, the tide turn and the doubts began to clear up.
And yes, of course we knew the plan. So much so, we didn't even discuss it. My subs were in no danger, and I didn't want to take any targets from Cumiro, so I just kept them waiting. But I knew at start of game they would not be going to Asia, nor would they need to.
For some reason, while the doubts vanished, confusion then set in:
This seems rather unfair. Mrmot may be better. I prefer to think of us as different kinds of players. I wish to win. And while I sometimes dabble in art, Marmot is much more motivated by artistic flourish. Hence his foolish quest in this game. More signs of confusion. Despite this declaration, this hatred spilled forth:
But however you regard Mot/CZA ranking. Here, I had the last laugh:
And yes, I laughed as I always do. Sub noms never get old.
Finally, some of you have wondered if I ever find anything worthy of praise. I find plenty, and as evidence, I offer this at end of the game, since he left too quickly.
Final screen shot: http://umlaut.wikispaces.com/file/view/czacumi.win.senmot.jpg/302930310/czacumi.win.senmot.jpg
CZA&Cumiro win, 313-208.
Final assessment, by Nuki.
Lesson: Listen to your King, and don't ever count us out!





