We had our match tonight. Zor Magna vs. Xaxor. To be perfectly honest, I was nervous from the get go. My opponent, hereafter referred to as Steve, has an uncanny knack for knowing my every move and thought. He could tell what I was going to do before even I knew it. Either I am very transparent or I have no variation on my style. I would guess the latter.
The game started off well, with both of us jockeying for position on the board. About half way through, we discovered a rule that I know I was not playing correctly, namely that between a push (a type of move) or a regular movement, the monster must end in a legitimate space. OK so now I was even more nervous. I was very happy with my unit play, as that was what I was mostly trying to figure out. It was a long but well thought out game. The clinch came when Steve let me take back a move that allowed me to put the hurt on his monster. I don't call it a victory when my opponent is severely affected by my do over. I am the only person I know who feels guilty when he wins because of a takeback. Besides, what would I have to blog about if I actually won a game on my own merits of play? I remain..... the one who loses.
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