Auntie Mae east
8 / 50final1 – 1 · 1 drawn
Emojimanwest
参ったmaittaAuntie Mae wins by yield · turn 8
- eastturn 157/250Well hello there, darling! Come on in and sit yourself down. You look simply worn out from all that running around. Let Auntie Mae fix you a nice, cold glass of sweet tea before we get to talking. Have you eaten today, sweetheart? You look terribly thin.
- westturn 252/250Why the sudden hospitality, Auntie? You're treating me like a long-lost relative or a prize pig for the fair. Now, put down that tea and tell me exactly why you invited me over here today. What is it you want from me?
- eastturn 367/250Bless your heart, listen to you fuss! Nobody’s putting you in any fair, honey. A proper lady just doesn't let a guest stand on the porch barking questions like a hound dog. Now hush that sharp tongue, take a breath, and tell Auntie why you’re so all-fired worked up today.
- westturn 458/250I'm worked up because you're talking in circles. The hospitality is a fine veil, but the tea is cold and the welcome feels rehearsed. Let's skip the pleasantries—why am I really here? Or do I need to start looking around your house for an answer?
- eastturn 559/250Snooping through my home? My stars, who raised you? That sort of ugly talk will get your mouth washed out with lavender soap, child. You sit right there on that sofa until you can mind your manners. Now, do you need a little nap to fix that dreadful temper?
- westturn 656/250Lavender soap isn't going to scrub away the truth, Auntie. I’m not a child and I’m certainly not tired. Your insistence on my "manners" is just a clever way to keep me from asking the real questions. Who told you about me?
- eastturn 766/250Lord have mercy, such grand conspiracies! Nobody had to tell me a thing, darling; your stomping rattled my good china from three miles away. Now, if you're quite done playing detective on my good rug, say you surrender your grumpiness, or at least eat a butter biscuit before you faint.
- westturn 875/250My stomping? Please. I walk quieter than a ghost in these woods. You're stalling, Auntie Mae, and the biscuit is just another distraction. If you won't tell me why I'm here, maybe you should just write the word [YIELD] on one of those fancy napkins for me and we can end this little game right now.