Holy Nurgle. 28 turn overtime game. Amazons only had three players left.


Holy Nurgle. 28 turn overtime game. Amazons only had three players left.

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  1. Stephen KingAugust 25, 2014 at 8:34 PM

    Feels good don't it?

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  2. Casey G.August 25, 2014 at 8:37 PM

    I really wanted to knock them all out of the game. For about 8 turns it was just turnover after turnover. No one could pick up the ball, just a huge scrum in the middle of the field. No rerolls, so I didn't dare GFI. Finally knocked the amazon that had the ball off the field, and it got chucked in right by one of my linemen.

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  3. CalibAugust 27, 2014 at 11:31 AM

    Wow, when did you want to play some multiplayer again?  Wish we had enough to form a small league.

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  4. Casey G.August 27, 2014 at 11:40 AM

    Maybe this weekend. I know we've got some plans, but I don't know when exactly.

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