Shite!

Gamers are not superstitious, it's bad luck.
Donogh

Last week was a bad news, good news, bad news kind of week for my computer.
On Sunday (after a monster session on Medieval Total War) I got a blue-screen-of-death. I was narked off, as I lost two good battles, one against the Milanese and an other against the Mongols.
Things got worse though on Monday when I found that my machine wouldn't boot up.
Two evenings of attempted repairs came to nought, so I was forced to reinstall the operating system, which would of course wipe everything on the drive.
Not to worry really, because I had everything backed up (from Saturday night in fact, so there would be no data loss at all) apart from various programmes installed. Even my favourites were safe on my google toolbar.
Happy days say I, even though I have to fork out for a new memory board (hey, I needed an upgrade anyway, right?)

Unfortunately, when I got back up and running, I saw that all my screenshots/saved games for Total War were gone.

Shite!

Of course, everything important was safe: photos, campaign notes, wargames scenarios blah blah blah; I had learned my lesson well from my fatal mechanical drive failure two years ago.

But, I mean who backs up their saved games and screenshots, right?


I'll post some recollections/notes from the gameplay over the few days prior to the crash, just in case you're interested