You ever have one of those games when the dice just refuse to like you? I had one the other day vs. one of our local players, Lance, and his Dwarfs. We didn't take pictures, but if you can imagine me as the bug in the picture above, I think that would make sense.
Lance and I both set up pretty evenly around the middle area of the table. Sadly, he went first, and splattered one of my two Hydras immediately (a feat he would do again in the second round, and to a chariot in the third). Meanwhile, my Crossbowmen fired over 200 shots into a unit of ten quarellers over four rounds of shooting, and killed four in total. In the end, the same quarellers helped run them down with the help of some Longbeards.
Meanwhile, some bad decisions and atrocious rolling tarpitted my 60 spears, general, and BSB on fourteen hammerers, where I netted about six wounds in five rounds. Yeesh!
In the end, Lance made good, conservative decisions, and I did not, so I suppose the dice were punishing my aggressive nature. The funny thing is that Lance is a fun opponent, and was relaxed, so that this was one of my most fun games of Eighth, even if I was being pummeled by fate.
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