Sometimes we play card games together. Sometimes we perform assassinations during increasingly difficult conditions. And sometimes, we pilot a train full of demons to save the underworld from the forces of Heaven.
It’ll be a cold day in Hell before… Ah crap.
It appears that on this day, my sin was pride.
We’ve all had that experience. The entire run been smooth as silk, without a single complication. We’re on Cloud Nine, and absolutely nothing could even hope to stand a chance against us.
But one single misplay *completely* destroys the game. We had it, but we lost it because we clicked on the wrong thing at the wrong time. It happens, but it hurts when it does.
Oh well. We live and we learn.
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