In the past, I've prided myself on my mad UNO skillz. When I was little and my dad first taught me to play, I had to use this special circle card holder thing cause my hands were too small to hold the cards. I remember being so proud that first time I got to use just my hands...*sigh*...those were the days. After I was successfully skilled in being able to beat my dad regurlary, I moved onto other targets. First my mom...and then my Chiachi. I have never lost a round of UNO to my Chiachi in my entire life. EVER. There's another nugget of my pride.
Well tonight...I was completely shattered. Murdered one might say.
See---me, dad, Josh, and Sanya started this thing last weekend where we play these huge games of UNO, and then just continue the next time we see each other. Last weekend...naturally, I won. ;D We decided to start over tonight...my UNO soul died.
During one round, my dad got hammered with Draw Fours, one right after the other. Then it was my turn...the next game I was forced to pick up 10 cards, due to an unfortunate happening of many Draw Twos in a row. But that was only the beginning...shortly after, while I was still recovering from this nearly fatal blow, I was hit once again. This time by my sister. With a small grin and a giggle, she unleased a Draw Four. My strength fading, I drew the cards slowly...one...by...one. The next time she played...another Draw Four. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle another hit...dread filled my stomach as I watched her play her last and final Draw Four. That's when I knew I was done. I picked up the cards...already knowing my fate. The next turn...she went out...
She murdered my UNO soul. This night...I shall never forget...
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