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Well, I'm grumpy. No, really. No, actually, more pissy. Less redeeming value in being in a urinary mood, I suppose. There's a chance with grumpy, no really.
Just got my ass whupped at a war. No, not a war, all weekend, and I know it's my fault. Haven't been working out enough, trying to get things done, haven't been training enough, didn't fight this week, didn't train this week. Went over last night and my Mom asked me to stay for dinner, which went from "sit down and eat in an hour" to "Drink 3 bottles of wine and enjoy the company of the whole family until it's time to go, oh, and food at 9 ish" which was a real pisser. DIdn't rebuild my pike, didn't restrap the helm, didn't work with the sword. Got clear at 10:30 or so and hung with my brother playing Halo at the next door neighbors until 1:30; of course, the next door neighbor is an expert--has spent the time learning the system, memorizing the maps and buff locations, and learning how to punch and duck and strafe--nice guy, but an expert at the system. He routinely racked up multiple kills and did victory dances.
GOt up, got the kit together, went down from the war. Still recovering from the bad shoulder bruises from last weekend, and obviously a little out of sorts--but nothing was happening. Wave of rain was sweeping in. Helped set up the field, built up the castles, moved the porta privies to someplace more useful, then went and armored up.
This was Mists/Cynagua, and it looked bad. It was way south, in bad weather, for the Cynaguans, and the Mists have really wonderful and popular royalty (as an example, the Mists Royalty made silk favors for all the fighters, and stickers for the helms. First battle was about 35 to 8. I was running into combat after the lay on, and the Cynaguan prince, rather than countercharging, ran through is unit--total time in the battle, about 15 seconds, because his passage broke up their formations.
The Mists side was inspired. It had numbers. It had knights. It had poleweapon superiority. And all the more cohesive units and warbands were in it.
So, after the second battle (lasting perhaps 10 seconds longer than the first) I switched sides. Big mistake.
At no time could I be truely effective, because even with my switching, we still were outnumbered, had less polearms, less trained units, and less knights. All day. All the time. Even a good tactical move would get swamped.
So, I was bowled over (popped the knee); swamped (struck in the back of the head); lit up (hit in the nipple so hard by a hammer that I cried out and writhed in pain, and as I fell, struck in the back of the head hard enough to knock me down.) It was not fun. The need to run to engage our lesser forces got the blood up of the other forces, and they were hitting hard and taking hard. Brand was airborn much of the day, trying to get where he could throw shots. The Angels were in charge mode.
There was no mercy.
On one hand, I understand--there are some reasons, and Princess Bryn is really cool, and on the other hand, I'm really pissed. Not pissed enough to be an asshole, but it felt to me that I was facing assholes and I could do nothing about it. No fun whatsoever. If I executed a good tactic, I didn't have the troops to back it up. Couldn't take command from the Prince, and we didn't have set objectives. Couldn't juice it up in individual combat because I didn't fight much this week and am out of it. Stood there in the rain, dying a lot. Listened to the other side complain "We gave you troops, the numbers are equal, why can't you fight better?" Hmmm.
I can feel the bruise on my chest (under the nipple, wish it hadn't come in from the unarmored side), both elbows, and the weakness in my knee.
That was just in no way any kind of fun or satisfying..
Just got my ass whupped at a war. No, not a war, all weekend, and I know it's my fault. Haven't been working out enough, trying to get things done, haven't been training enough, didn't fight this week, didn't train this week. Went over last night and my Mom asked me to stay for dinner, which went from "sit down and eat in an hour" to "Drink 3 bottles of wine and enjoy the company of the whole family until it's time to go, oh, and food at 9 ish" which was a real pisser. DIdn't rebuild my pike, didn't restrap the helm, didn't work with the sword. Got clear at 10:30 or so and hung with my brother playing Halo at the next door neighbors until 1:30; of course, the next door neighbor is an expert--has spent the time learning the system, memorizing the maps and buff locations, and learning how to punch and duck and strafe--nice guy, but an expert at the system. He routinely racked up multiple kills and did victory dances.
GOt up, got the kit together, went down from the war. Still recovering from the bad shoulder bruises from last weekend, and obviously a little out of sorts--but nothing was happening. Wave of rain was sweeping in. Helped set up the field, built up the castles, moved the porta privies to someplace more useful, then went and armored up.
This was Mists/Cynagua, and it looked bad. It was way south, in bad weather, for the Cynaguans, and the Mists have really wonderful and popular royalty (as an example, the Mists Royalty made silk favors for all the fighters, and stickers for the helms. First battle was about 35 to 8. I was running into combat after the lay on, and the Cynaguan prince, rather than countercharging, ran through is unit--total time in the battle, about 15 seconds, because his passage broke up their formations.
The Mists side was inspired. It had numbers. It had knights. It had poleweapon superiority. And all the more cohesive units and warbands were in it.
So, after the second battle (lasting perhaps 10 seconds longer than the first) I switched sides. Big mistake.
At no time could I be truely effective, because even with my switching, we still were outnumbered, had less polearms, less trained units, and less knights. All day. All the time. Even a good tactical move would get swamped.
So, I was bowled over (popped the knee); swamped (struck in the back of the head); lit up (hit in the nipple so hard by a hammer that I cried out and writhed in pain, and as I fell, struck in the back of the head hard enough to knock me down.) It was not fun. The need to run to engage our lesser forces got the blood up of the other forces, and they were hitting hard and taking hard. Brand was airborn much of the day, trying to get where he could throw shots. The Angels were in charge mode.
There was no mercy.
On one hand, I understand--there are some reasons, and Princess Bryn is really cool, and on the other hand, I'm really pissed. Not pissed enough to be an asshole, but it felt to me that I was facing assholes and I could do nothing about it. No fun whatsoever. If I executed a good tactic, I didn't have the troops to back it up. Couldn't take command from the Prince, and we didn't have set objectives. Couldn't juice it up in individual combat because I didn't fight much this week and am out of it. Stood there in the rain, dying a lot. Listened to the other side complain "We gave you troops, the numbers are equal, why can't you fight better?" Hmmm.
I can feel the bruise on my chest (under the nipple, wish it hadn't come in from the unarmored side), both elbows, and the weakness in my knee.
That was just in no way any kind of fun or satisfying..
