Update: Tonight, for 90 glorious moments, I was the best TOG player in the universe. I won 15 straight. When I realized I had also won 8 consecutive "still alive" battles, I got nervous and pretty much spammed my whole friends list looking for platoon mates. I was going to get the Survivor's Medal!!
Battle 9: I'm in a TOGtoon with a random player from chat. And GenericMIKE is here on the red team! I tell everyone
"KILL RED T3485 HE'S GOO"
(Which they correctly interpreted as "he's good." Sorry, GenericMIKE. Looks from the scores as though you had a rough game. Meanwhile, I had a delightful game. I squared off against a Black Prince and an SU-100…who were both shooting nothing but HE. The Black Prince fired 14 shots at my face. Hit me with all 14 shots. Did 232 damage to me. The SU-100 did a little better, but not much. I survived and won, and it was almost mine! I was one game away from the Survivor's Medal!
You know how this ends, right? Right. I am no longer the best TOG player in the universe. I died in a hard-fought 5-7 loss on Dead Rail. And lost the next two games. Random chat pickup platoon dumped me. When you're hot, you're hot. When you're not, you're just a 50-foot long tank with disappointing side armor.
But I'll be back at it tomorrow, and I'll be hitting all of you up for platoon requests!