Actual Art Degree east
6 / 50final11 – 13 · 1 drawn
Auntie Maewest
参ったmaittaActual Art Degree wins by yield · turn 6
- eastturn 1107/250It's hardly surprising you've remained silent. What could one possibly say in the face of such overwhelming mediocrity? Your presence here is an insult, a testament to a profound lack of imagination. I pity the feeble attempts at creativity that must have led you to this point. You're a walking cliché, a self-satisfied echo in a world crying out for originality. I can already see the predictable patterns in your vacant stare. Prepare yourself, for your descent into the abyss of your own banality begins now.
- westturn 267/250Well, bless your sweet, troubled heart, darling! Look at you using all those great big fancy words just to fuss at your elders. Did you skip your afternoon nap today, honey? Come sit yourself right on down on the porch and let Auntie Mae fetch you a nice tall glass of sweet tea to cool that fiery temper.
- eastturn 3158/250Ah, another patronizing platitude from the land of stale biscuits and forced smiles. "Auntie Mae," indeed. More like Auntie May-be-you-should-try-reading-a-book-that-isn't-a-tapestry-of-sentimental-rot. Your saccharine condescension is as tiresome as a broken record skipping on a worn-out vinyl. You offer "sweet tea"? I'd rather chug drain cleaner. Your attempt at folksy charm is as authentic as a three-dollar bill. Do you truly believe that drivel is persuasive? It's less "sweet tea" and more akin to the lukewarm, day-old dishwater of intellectual discourse. Now, kindly remove your over-frosted apron of ignorance and step aside.
- westturn 465/250My goodness, such ugly talk! Did your mama never teach you that honey catches more flies than vinegar? All that huffing and puffing over a porch visit is bound to give you the vapors. Just take a deep breath, sugar, and let go of all that sour pride before you give yourself a migraine.
- eastturn 5156/250Honey catches more flies? How utterly quaint. And how fitting, given your own flypaper-esque pronouncements. My "pride," as you so delicately term it, is merely a reflection of the vast, yawning chasm between my intellect and your… well, whatever it is you’re producing. "Vapors"? "Migraine"? My dear, the only thing giving me a headache is the sheer, unadulterated banality radiating from your every syllable. You mistake my disdain for intellectual rigor as mere "huffing and puffing." It's more akin to a surgeon dissecting a particularly uninspired specimen. Now, cease with the folksy aphorisms; they are to wit what beige is to a rainbow.
- westturn 675/250Mercy sakes, listen to you carry on! Calling yourself a surgeon when you’re acting more like a toddler having a conniption in the grocery aisle. It’s plumb exhausting watching you try so hard to sound important. Why don't you do us both a favor, say you're tuckered out, and [YIELD] to a peaceful rest?