“PREMIER LXXXIV


Prev Game, Humans.

Game four: Cult of the Firedrake.
my 1740 Helfs vs 1520 Lizards! Nine bodies plus Dribl and Drull. +ST krox, BT/Tackle saur. Meh.

My team eats teams like this for breakfast. It's a simple plan, kick them the ball, steal it, and score. Should I recieve, don't dick around, just score. Score, score, score. Slow is just pain against Lizards. All I have to do is protect the Leap guys for defense and fair odds to romp in.

But, instead of that, I recieved, and I messed about, burned my RRs on garbage, got my good players hit and taken out, ... yeah, it was 0-1 at half time, and 0-2 at full time, and while I did manage to steal the ball once, the attempts to move it were just tragically poor. Honestly, worst game I've played in several seasons, order of operations, goals, risks, timing, everything was out.

But hey, everyone survived, even if it was a disaster.

3/0/1, 15 points, and behind these guys on tiebreaker. Ouch.
Next Game, the hated Delfs.”