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