Match info
| Date | League | Winner | Loser | Score | Type | |||||
| 2003-03-06 | TFL 4a | tM | Tortured Minds | 103.10 +2.87 |
DF | Deviant Force | 71.99 -2.87 |
110-30 120-20 | Fry Baked Fry Baked |
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Writeup:
tM over DF
Round 1:
Both offences start off pretty heavily while the majority of the tM defence sat around in respawn invader zim episodes giving DF a quick 3 caps. Then after I, your brave but stupid narrator, unplugged their TV they actually started listening and while DF tried everything (and I do mean everything) they couldn't seem to move the flag farther than out of the FR. Meanwhile our offence had the smarts and just taped the invader zim episodes so they quickly went out, went to work and pulled a very fast two caps. Then they went into a weird lull and didn'to do anything. Then out of nowhere they got their second wind and pull the remaining 9 caps to finish off the round. Ending the round: 110-30
This is where the intermission takes place and I'll by pass all of that by simply saying this: HEY LOOK! SOMEONES MAKING DONUTS!!
Round2: This round started off much the same as the last round, cept I put down my wrench and picked up a rocket launcher (I never play solly.) and attempted to defend a position. I use the word attempted because between lag, grenades (mostly mine) and inexperience at soldier the DF O trounced me silly. But yet I had fun, they seemed to have fun, and this round went on much the same the previous. There was much insanity (and by much. I mean lots) in our FR as we realized about 15 minutes into the round we had no NG, he timed out and neglected to tell us. Good job livid, jerk. So we pull a guy in, i sub to ng, then we pull cryo back and the sub leaves. Yay right? then we realize that we're missing ANOTHER player, but he had been replaced by a weird rotten turkey looking thing. who suddenly sploded (hehe i said sploded) and screamed ITS MEEEE I WAS THE TURKEY THE WHOLE TIME . . . during our blank stares of dude wtf. AKA pulled their two caps. The sound of them capping woke us up, but we'll never look at poor Dan the same way again. We caught him near the end of the round dancing around in gibs saying he made Mash po-tay-toes when he really made muffins. . . That dan. Crazy guy. Anywho our offence did much the same thing they did the round before and the rockets all went boom and there were 'splosions and then the round ended 120-20 tMs favor.
Totals would be... 230-50 tM over DF. Great game guys, as always. Much love hope to see ya again in the future =)
