“A good game until turn 16. Then I switched off. In real life I had a dog whining at me, my girlfriend interrupting me, dinner waiting for me, and I had not slept the night before, and I just forgot what the hell I was doing. I fouled instead of securing a short at the win, I forgot to dodge away one of the potential scorers, and just gave away easy access to one of my nice beastmen who was promptly killed by a block (thanks Nuffle, btw, for passing more than 50% of second half armour rolls on my players despite there being pretty much no mighty blow).

Should have won. Shouldn't have lost a player. Shouldn't have fouled the annoying broken 72spp fouler who I wanted to foul all game but couldn't lock down. Reality was a self inflicted draw after the dice - which had been kind to me all game - turned on me in turn 16 with the death and my failed attempt to score (troll rolled stupid, needed a gfi, failed, rerolled, catch dropped).

Annoyed. Stupid dog. Lovely girlfriend being lovely at an inconvenient moment. Stupid 72spp fouler shouting "I'm broken, foul me!" And stupid moi for not sleeping enough and failing to concentrate and being annoyed that I lost a nice player unecessarily.”