Worthless and Weak

Today I feel Wertherless and weak. (or perhaps it should be Wertherful?) Anyway, it would have been alright if Ultimate Victory did not happen today. But alas, it will never be. You see, I had all the arangements met, my fleet has cleverly positioned itself near the planet, cloaked, waiting for my orders to attack. We had the date set, and were awaiting one last scouting report, and then we would claim victory.

I had no reason to believe that the scouting report would bring anything new into the picture. But alas, I read it with a tear in my eye, and a heavy heart. The one thing I feared most, that which cannot even be named, happened. And, as it stands, Ultimate Victory is impossible. The thing that I have spent more of my time on than anything else, the thing I have dreamed about will never be. Never.

So here I am, waiting to plan my next move, which will ultimately be fruitless? Shall I make a last ditch, attack, and go down in a blaze of glory? Shall I bide my time, and wait until things change, and my ultimate conquest becomes reasonable once more? Or shall I simply abandon my plans, and my dreams, and see if there is some other planet worth conquering? Some other universe which shall be governed by me?

So I shall ask you, what you would do if you were in my place? Go down in a blaze of glory, being true to what you promised yourself, perhaps leave the battlefield with some dignity? Would you wait it out, which will give you the best chance of actually succeeding? Or would you leave for other goals, which cannot be as good, but perhaps more winnable? Please, e-mail me, or IM me (aim sn = garylogn).