Novendra groaned in frustration as he realized, just like everyone else, the fatal blunder he had made. The man didn't know how, but he felt like the universe was conspiring against him in this tournament. All the bad results he suffered, coupled with the infuriating juniors who didn't know how to respect the veterans on the team, were enough to make his head explode on the spot.
'Fuck this shit!' If he weren't in the middle of a formal game, Novendra would've slammed the table hard before walking away in anger. 'I don't even need to take a second guess here. I know what the others would say behind my back after this. Oh, look at that GM! Washed! How could he become a GM? How could he be on the team? Replace him! Sheva is better! Bastard!'
