Second Place: Robyn, 2.0 with Samurai
Third Place: Kevin, 1.5, with Han Chinese (I think)
Third Place: David, 1.5, with Tlaxcallans! Yeah!
Fourth Place: Troy, 1.4, with Georgians
Fifth Place: Mike, .77, with Feudal French
Sixth Place: Randy, .63, with Alexandrian Imperials
Seventh Place: Arthur, Child Prodigy, .46, with Sumarians, I think...
Dead Last, but Clearly the Most Attractive: Mark, .26, with Bactrian Greeks
Well, folks, it was a blast! We had a good turnout with nine players, and we gained two new members. Kevin, a gentleman and true sportsman, and Mark, a disreputable pirate but good fun nonetheless.
Play started around 10:15 and ended at 5:30. We used a different scoring system this time. Players played a minimum of four rounds, but were allowed to play more. Thier ratio of kills to losses was then computed, and Bob's your uncle, we had a winner. To his credit, Robyn clearly had it all locked up but played an extra, and unrequired, battle against Phil anyway. Robyn made an uncharacteristic tactical blunder (for me they're a passion) and lost, bumping Phil to first place and Robyn to second. This is an example of the fine sportsmanship common to OTDBARS events. Well done both of you.
A good time was had by all. On behalf of El Presidente Mas Grande Randall, allow me to compliment all of our members on their sportsmanship and gentlemanly conduct. Randall says that this was the first event he's been to which went off without a single argument. He gives credit to the rules, which are clean and simple but which allow for a great deal of creativity and skill, but more importantly he credits our members. Thanks, guys.
We sold T-shirts and now have a group identity. It's only a matter of time before we start stealing hubcaps and hanging out down by the drug store... Thanks to Cascade High School for the fine silk screening.
Randall wanted me to be sure to note that he learned everything he knows from Mark. Mark continues to deny responsibility, and instead blames Randall's parents... you be the judge.
It was an exciting competition. People who won last time didn't even place, while old losers like myself did. Phil's Vikings actually went 3-4 against a dismounting knight army, and my Tlaxcallans (yes, a bow-heavy force) did much better than I thought they would. My compliments to Kevin, who walked into a slaughterhouse, loosing 3 elements, but who then went on to zap 4 of my own. My condolences to Mark, who walked into the same slaughterhouse and promptly died, four times. He accused me of bringing a .50 machine gun to the fight. Mark has sworn never to vacation in Mexico until he beats my Tlaxcallans. He hates them. Not me. The actual lead figures. It's very disturbing...
Phil has developed into quite the tactician. He's polished his skills playing DBA online and games of HOTT with Arthur and other family members. Phil has built enough experimental terrain to fill a garage. His family hopes some sort of medication is available...
Arthur, at age 10, is about 20 times smarter than me. He's a real charmer and will probably give his parents fits when he's old enough to date (his mother Ariel says he's already giving her fits, thankyouverymuch). He has a fondness for Pike armies, and earned a victory against our club president with them. Nice job, kid.
Mike saw action at the head of the French and did very well against some experienced players, despite his soldiers' excessive demand for pastel colors and frequent wine breaks. He says "Garlic-eating surrender monkeys my butt! These guys rock!" Quite the poet, Mike.
After the event cleared up, Randall, David, Mark and Troy stayed behind for a bit of big battle action. Mark and Randy brought Condotta and some other Italian combo to the party. Troy took his Georgians and added my Tlaxcallans as allies. The first game was played on a field choked with terrain. Troy and Randall wore each other down on the left while Mark killed 3 of my bows on the right. Then my boys started rolling high and blew threw his right-of-line, followed by a narrow victory for Troy, winning us the game. We did it again on a polo field, with nearly identical results. Roll sixes, my friends. Roll sixes.
