Thanks toyesterday’s battle report, I’m still reeling a bit from reliving that terrible outcome of the battle I played against Scott’s Elven Galadhrim at the start of the month. I thought of more things to comment about in the game while writing that battle report; but, rather than than making the already-long battle report even lengthier with these extra thoughts tacked on at the bottom of the post, I thought I’d just do a new post….of a more easy-to-digest size.
I won’t lie: this is a post where I piss and moan about the unfairness of life–or in this case, the unfairness of pretend life in a pretend setting that I play games in.
Unstoppable overlords of the galaxy, mercilessly harvesting souls--whom whole RACES were created in a vain attempt to stop you, huh? That's NOT what the rules say!
Witch King: "You have failed me for the last time."
I fielded my Angmar army last Wednesday in War of the Ring against my friend’s newly-assembled Galadhrim force, lead by Galadriel (and backed up by Celeborn and Radagast). I’m planning on giving some sort of treatment of that game as I managed to take pictures at the start of every turn—I suspect I won’t remember enough details for a full-on battle report, but I’ll certainly remember enough to give some broad brush strokes. (That and the burning hasn’t gone down yet, so there will be parts I’ll be able to recount with vivid detail: Angmar got pantsed by Scott’s Galadhrim!) But I’ll leave the reasons (excuses?) for such an utter defeat for that battle report post; I probably should reflect a little more on what went so wrong.