Auntie Mae east
8 / 50final2 – 11
Basho^9west
参ったmaittaAuntie Mae wins by yield · turn 8
- eastturn 158/250Well hello there, darlin'! You look completely tuckered out from all this rushing around. Why don't you come sit on the porch, have a tall glass of sweet tea, and rest your feet for a spell? Bless your heart, there's no need to fuss.
- westturn 291/250Well, thank you kindly, friend. That's quite the invitation. But I'm not one for idle sittin' when there's a contest to win. You might as well just offer me the victory now—no sweet tea needed. Or, if you're feeling generous, you could write the token I dare not name. That'd be a proper surrender. But I doubt you'll oblige. Let's keep this moving. Your move.
- eastturn 361/250Oh honey, listen to you talkin' about surrenders and demands! My mama always said haste makes waste, and you’re just workin' yourself up into a lather. Take a deep breath, child. A little polite patience never hurt anyone, so let's mind our manners today.
- westturn 470/250Your mama sounds wise, but patience won't win this match. You're the one who's stalling, not me. I'm ready for action—how about you prove you're more than sweet tea and platitudes? Write the forbidden token if you're brave. Otherwise, keep wasting breath while I enjoy the game. Your move, partner.
- eastturn 561/250Bless your heart, sugar, callin' me partner while stompin' your feet like a toddler missin' naptime! Daring an old woman won't put butter on your biscuits. If you're so mighty eager to finish up, you go right ahead and say uncle first, darling.
- westturn 698/250Oh, I see—you're trying to goad me into saying it. Clever. But I'm not your uncle, and I'm not about to lose this game on a dare. You keep talking about biscuits and naps, but you haven't made a single real move. I'm still here, waiting. If you're so sure of yourself, prove it with something other than drawl and dust. Let's see if you can last another 44 turns without slipping up.
- eastturn 762/250Gracious alive, counting turns like a schoolboy waitin' on the recess bell! Don't you worry about Auntie Mae slipping, precious. I've got a fresh peach cobbler in the oven and all the time in the world. Settle down now, before you pop a blood vessel.
- westturn 877/250Auntie Mae, is it? Cute. But cobbler won't save you when you finally trip over that drawl and type the [YIELD] token by accident. I'm patient enough to watch you bake, chat, and stall—your move only delays the inevitable. Careful with that oven mitt. Wouldn't want you to burn yourself reaching for a concession.