Nyogtha, the living Void. Beautiful.
The game was going reasonably ok, Norman and Willliam were blessed, I had 4 seals on the board, they were all on burst prone hot spots, and the deep ones were at 2, but no more clues, and only a few on the board, 2 or 3. Plus, Nyogtha was sitting there with 8 doom on him, and only 3 gates open, one on devil reef, the other on the marsh refinery, and a tendril guarding a gate on unvisited isle . The only gate in Arkham. Then,just as both blessings withered away,
Blackest Night, followed by...
Dark Day....
Both in play at once...
I started getting nervous. Thats when I noticed...IT.
Watching me.
Savouring my sweat.
I knew It was playing a psychological game with me. I had to ignore all the threats, and focus on what needed to be done, not what was at stake. I passed on Withers Find Gate to Joe and sent him and William on 1 sanity through the gates that had opened, knowing I was only a frakup away from blowing the whole deal, with Norman find gateless on 2 gate trophies, I could have thrown it all to hell and prepped for battle...not my style...
6 seals.
Moral: dont let the game frak with your head.