I finally got myself a digital camera over Thanksgiving and it just so happened that one of my favorite games, Warmachine by Privateer Press, was hosting a wacky tournament that Saturday. It was called a Frankenstein tournament since we were breaking all the rules on army building and combining factions and other CRAZY stuff that most people wouldn't understand anyways. Suffice it to say that there were some funny things happening. Even better, the tournament was for charity, trying to raise cans to give to the needy. Being in fear of where your next meal will come from is not fun at all. It seemed appropriate that in order to alleviate fear, fear would be caused as giant robots and monsters clashed on a field of battle.

I borrowed an army from one of the guys at the tournament and found myself paired up against him in my first round. He had explained how to run the army, and I did so flawlessly. He came in for the kill against me, and failed to hit, but using the funny tournament rules, he was able to bid cans to reroll his dice. He bid 63 cans in total (against my 3 to make him reroll again a couple of times) to finally hit me, but failed to kill me in that hit. That left him totally exposed. I could see the fear in his eyes knowing only too well what was coming from the very list he created. You could smell it in the air. The sweet sweet aroma of fear of the prey on the wind. I struck and finished him.

It felt good, and I must have let my guard down. I didn't win again all day. The Wiccans must have something with that threefold law of theirs, because I lost the next three rounds in glorious succession. I got back what I gave three times over. But in the end, my fear can never compare to that of going hungry. I think my karma was well balanced out that day.

In the end, we as a group donated over 1000 cans to the hungry. What an awesome way to fight fear with fear.