Well it started well for us, the rebels that is, turn one saw us setting up with our 4 X-wings, two Y-wings and an A-wing, facing off against Slave1, 6 Tie-fighters, two Tie-advanced, and a Tie-interceptor, we were about 25-30pts down against the might of the Imperial fleet.
With the four X-wings facing off directly ahead of slave One and the Interceptor and the Y-wings and A-wing as a body guard against Darth Vader and his three Tie’s we were open on the left flank to the other Tie-advanced and three tie squad.
But the dice were with us and we stayed on target. while Vader and his squad of nuggets spent the first few turns flying into asteroids and each other all of our forces were free to annihilate first the Tie-interceptor and then Slave1. Just as we flew into and past the Tie squad coming in on our open left flank.
Thankfully the dice did not abandon us and we took little to no damage beyond a few impacts on our shields. Just in the nick of time, Vader and his misfits managed to get there game together and join the fray, unfortunately for them the nick of time was that of time out and we had to pack up.
I would have loved to finish the game and I have no doubt that given more time things would have taken at least one swing if not more as to whom it looked like was going to win.
Until next time may the Dice be with you!
I am Depressed!
But I don’t want to die; I’m depressed because I want to live. What I’m trying to say is I’m not suicidal.
I don’t just want to exist; I am here, I have a physical effect on my surroundings, I die, end of story.
This life is a very precious thing I want to use it to its fullest, I feel I am wasting away here in this role that I have found myself in.
Its not the part I’m meant to play in this performance called life, its like I’ve been… Miscast. I feel like I fell asleep a long time ago and woke up, here, this far down the road in a place and time I don’t recognise.
Don’t get me wrong it’s my own fault and I’m fully aware of that, I have the ability to do anything, be anything I want, and now all this sounds like so much self-pity. But I know why this has happened.
I’ve been on a downward spiral, where my self-confidence is concerned, since I lost my job in the Theatre, its been gradual in that respect and a build up of pressures and stresses at work in my current job don’t help, I’ll get to that later.
Apparently I should feel lucky I have a job, especially in the current economy, but I want to make a mark, leave a lasting legacy, and to be honest I don’t think that’s something I can achieve in my current job.
Having done my best and staying strong in the face of horrendous adversity for the better part of five years I had to (for the sake of my mental health) give up my supervisor’s position. Since going back to being a porter my brain is un-taxed and going to waste, all I can do is try not to stop during my shift. To try and avoid not only thinking about all that has caused these feelings and issues but also the other staff members who caused so much anguish and pain in my life.
I was bullied terribly as a child; I have however moved on from and dealt with the demons of those days, which makes it all the harder to admit (at the age of 37) that you have been bullied out of your job.
The damage is done the meds are helping however I have no option but to move away, move on, if I ever wish to get better. I’m not running away I’m crawling towards (something) I have to keep telling myself that or I’ll end up just circling the drain before age finally flushes me away.
Keep fighting folks no matter how hard it gets, to paraphrase – never give up, never surrender!