Rage powered jet packs, fresh out of the oven!

A strange game occurred last night that left a horrible taste in the mouth of its players.

The players in question being myself, Scudd, Hocchan and Kc. We started at 12:30am, or around there anyway, and it ended up being a fairly uneventful, fairly standard bit of mahjong fare. Kc managed to Ron me for a Baiman hand in the first round. Once again I manage to fall victim to my flawed "first shots free" logic. Proceeding this I managed to slowly chip at Scudd's and Hocchan's points in order to bring Kc back into my firing line. However, by the end south fourth, disaster struck. No one was above 30,000 points and we had to play the west rounds.

This began a string of events that would eventually leave everybody sour, defeated and angry. The game continued as normal, death metal chipping at our sanity's but not particularly affecting our play. A fairly uneventful set of hands followed, my memory fails me if anything big came out, but nothing along the lines of limit hands and such. I was unfortunate enough to have the last dealership for this game.

I looked at my own points only to be depressed at the sight of them, losing a good 8000 after a mangan from Scudd, Kc was once again out of reach. The last round ended in a draw round, I had a hand that was comprised of mostly nothing, a stupid 1 han abomination, although I managed to be in Ten-Pai. We flip our tiles open and points exchange hands. I then proceeded to resign my dealership, ending the game, despite the fact a repeat round was in order.

Why, you ask? well I'll tell you! The room we were playing in was far FAR to hot, and the heat was getting to everybody, although this comprised very little of my reason. The incessant moanings of Scudd to go home also played little part in my decision. You see, it was that following morning I had to give a presentation to my History class, a paltry assignment yet the fact I was working in a group that was already one man weaker than it should be meant it was weighing on my mind.

No matter the reason however, it was a stupid decision which caused Kc to rage in a quite spectacular manner despite his win, although it was fairly understandable. So we all left, crushed, bitter, tired and probably suffering from heat stroke.

There's no way every single game can end on a light note, although I can only hope these rage filled conclusions keep themselves to a minimum

Washi no e-peen

It seems that after much painstaking labour, I finally managed to secure a victory. A fairly satisfying one at that. For the most part, the game was fairly average. If I recall, I was victorious in the first round with a small off KC. Thinking that this loss would not affect his game, he shrugged it off. In the second round I attempted to go for a kokushi musou, but it was once again shattered by some faggot (KC). It was either this round (a repeat due to dealer tenpai) or the next that made me forget about my destroyed limit hand. My hand started off one tile away from tenpai, on my first turn I drew the tile I needed and declared a double riichi. Unfortunately any possibility of an ippatsu was crushed by lionintown declaring a pon off my riichi tile. KC, like the fool he is, dealt straight into my hand on his first turn. Although not a big win, it

This post is just to shame and embarrass Scud into completing his report.

You Lose! Continue?...9...8...

Bleh! I've been defeated once again. I simply don't have the energy to simultaneously update two blogs full-time. Especially since we play so many games of Mahjong in a single week. I've ended up neglecting my own blog - despite promising myself that I wouldn't do that this year. So, it's unfortunate but I'm going to have to take a back seat on this blog for a while. It'll be up to my co-writers to keep this blog from going down the pan. Only time will tell, I guess...

So Sou! So-So Dora Ro-sou!

We had our weekly Friday Mahjong game yesterday and it was quite an interesting game. Things seemed to start off fine for me during the first two rounds. I got myself into Tenpai and declared Riichi on both occasions but was pipped at the post both times. It was slightly disappointing but I didn't dwell on it too much. I was thinking, 'At least the tiles are coming my way, for a change'. I was beginning to hope that my run of bad luck was finally coming to an end. Come East Third round, though, it all went a bit pear-shaped...

First of all, lionintown managed to get a non-dealer Mangan Tsumo with, of all things, the use of a bloody Dead Wall draw tile. It's unbelievable how much the Dead Wall seems to love him. That hand cost me about 2,000 points. Then a little bit later, I manage get myself into Ii-shanten only for both lionintown and Scud to ron me off the discard tile (6-Sou). As luck would have it, the 6-Sou was the dora for that round and I ended up paying about 11,000 points in total. Finally, to top it all off, I had to pay 4,000 points a little bit later for being dealer on a Mangan Tsumo.

At the end, I was left with a paltry 1,600 points. It was another win for lionintown; which puts him above KC. I sure hope to hell that the tide will change soon and I start winning again. It's kind of demoralising losing so much...

Here Be Lazy ARSE-FACE-Holes

Since no one around here can be arsed to update this blog with the current wins (the total backlog stands at seven games now), I'm going to have to sort this out myself. Basically, stuff happened, I didn't win, and the current score is on the table. The end.

LAZY GITS!!!