We all know him, and we love him soooo much more then words can express when caught in the bane of our existences. Every now and then, there may be a thought (or series of) that could get up into a peck of trouble. It is in these times where our good friend Q-Bert comes in to set @&$*%# straight. So what moment was there for you, the thing that happened that got you soooooo mad that Mr. Bert stepped in for the children’s sake?
I’ll kick it off I suppose.
So there I was sitting on a glorious set up. My team consisting of Green Seer, Giant Spider, and Boar Rider was in full swing, colors were converted and there was no way I can lose this one, after a few cycles of doing what I do best I was avoiding 4+ of a kind skulls having my Spider Swarm frozen by a fleshless dragon that would simply not “Let it Go.” So I saved the skulls for cascading via Boar Rider and proceed to match a 5 of a kind purple match to fill the rider up to kill the 3rd troop after our Dragon friend a hero rocking the purple Scythe. No I play my fearsome battles on in Itsy-bitsy iPhone 6 screen…not a plus. One swipe as an ADD case hopped on a lot of caffeine and far too little sleep And I match the 5 of a kind as a 3 of a kind… @& half way there, honestly not too bad, but what I was treated to next is what actually blew my top. I discovered in the worst of ways, exactly what class the enemy's hero chose to trait, as he selfishly matched all the 4+ of a kind skull matches I was kind enough to leave for him. Bullseye triggers 4 times in one turn, needless to say, I was required to pay Q-Bert some overtime "you stupid @&%# son of @&*%# with nothing better with your free time then to @&%# with a guy just trying to make tier 1 for the week you punk @&*%# @&*%#"
Thank you for kindly putting up with this madness,
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