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And to the victor goes the spoils...

We had our first game of Roborally on the new set (Perrin, Scott and Myself) and after leading the game almost the entire way Scott managed to make one minor mistake, fall in a pit and die!

I won, and Perrin considered himself doing well that he hit the second last checkpoint just before (and I mean just) I hit the last one and won.

Cool!

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greenglowgrrl
Jul. 18th, 2003 05:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, bad luck for Scott. Don't you hate it when when you make one minor mistake, fall into a pit and die? Sounds like my workplace. Roborally's one of my favorite games to watch. Not so much fun to play if you're spatially challenged. I spent most of my time running in place on treadmills or banging my head into the wall. (Also sounds like my workplace.) I came second because nobody could be bothered attacking me and the leads annihilated each other.

Can I come watch sometime?
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