All the units have been lost, all that is left is one peon. He got lost somehow gathering wood in the near-by forest, while his whole base was destroyed by a swarm of Chimaeras, and Mountain Giants. All the gold is gone, but plenty of lumber remains. The peon gets a small prayer from a dying shaman lying on the floor. He picks up his pick, and runs towards the enemy’s base. He follows the tracks from the mountain giants, and his pace quickens as the foot prints begin to fade. Run little peon run. Through the vast fields he runs, charging ever so valiantly towards the enemy’s strong hold. There is a small clearing in the forest. The peon can barely make out what is there, the fog is thick. He pushes onwards, now the base is in site, charge little peon CHARGE! Boulders being flung from every direction! He dodges left, and then right, he can see the Hero in front of him. A Mountain Giant steps in the way. The peon runs underneath his legs. He raises his pick in one valiant effort to destroy the hero! Running at the hero as fast as he can, a giant log swings in front of him. Barreling down upon him, connecting with a smash! The heroic peon falls. Mockingly the Demon Hunter stands above him laughing. The peon gives him a small smile and released his grip from his pick, joining the rest of the thousands of peons in the other world. Wondering why the battle is not over, the Demon Hunter realizes there is now a hidden base some where. Damn those Orc. Now the search begins for the hidden base, muhaha, ohh wait... what do you mean I'll be reviled to my opponent?! aww man.
Maybe I exaggerated a little bit
, but that game can get pretty emotional.