Aside from several noteworthy blunders and near misses, this was not worth the hard drive space it poisons. Since strategic discussion is simply pointless given this film set, I present to you Mediocre Myth 2001™, brought to you by Myk the Lame™ Enterprise

Game One - [Stampede] [Desert Between Your Ears]

Stampede Desert calls for balance on all fronts, or an overpowering juggernaut toward your scoring flags. Anything less is suicide. Upon seeing Gizmo's proposed strategy for the first time, Anubis utters "God we're already dead." How far from the truth, my friend, how very far.

After 5 minutes of questionable standoffs on the north and south fronts, PoOp's complete flanks held at bay by 4 ghols on each side, things begin to unravel. HB drags all 23 pigs behind 4 warriors and way too many archers, and HB member Dagger explodes.

Dagger: WHAT THE FUCK
Dagger: PIGS????
Dagger: WTF R U DOING?

Pig wrangling completed HB beefs up their mid but it's already over. PoOp pins them from 3 sides and cleans up, leaving HB battered and bruised.

But not out. A horde of warriors and all 23 pigs make a mad dash for PoOp's empty northern flags, overwhelming a helpless Truth. PoOp forces race north to save PoOp's win and arrive with a second to spare. The pigs are eventually cornered and killed, Drizzt commenting "Just like I planned it."

Yes, toying with HB was the plan all along.

PoOp finally scores all 15 pigs, claiming an 11-0 win in Game 1.

Game Two - [Territories] [If I Had a Trow]

HB follows up their near victory with some SOUND STRATEGERY, in comparison to Game 1. A three prong for HB and a three prong for PoOp make this one interesting.
Drizzt commands 45% of the army he is captaining, and sends this strike force south.

Meanwhile, HB has flanked two trow north and left tons of artillery and 6 krids in the middle. Everything but the soulless dies very, very quickly, and things look bleak for HB.
 
Suddenly disaster strikes PoOp in the south, where Drizzt deftly walks his 3 trow into an impassable hill and loses all of them to a meager force. This could have been averted had Drizzt employed his 18 motionless krids, but he was occupied with yelling "STUCK," apparently shocked at the cruel calculations of the Myth engine he so proudly dominates.

Two HB trow arrive from the north to finish off Drizzt but PoOp reinforces. HB should have won the ensuing melee but waste 45,000 hit points attacking 2 half-dead trow with their 2 healthy trow. This ends up costing HB the game, and ultimately the match, and it is all they can do to watch their percent and flag lead dwindle into a 6 flag loss.

Dagger, who has had his finger on the pulse of this match all along chimes in: "WTF R U DFOING?"
 
My sentiments exactly.
 
The match score stands at 28-0, in favor of PoOp.

Game Three - [Flag Rally] [Cracks in the Cloudspine]

HB has obviously been warming up all match, and in Game 3 reap some Glory Points from the PoOp army.

The game starts poorly, Red Mustang smoothly surrendering flag 6 to 3 ghols. This early flag lead ends up being the back-breaker for PoOp.

HB displays a flash of greatness, pinning Dave of PoOp from 2 sides, taking his flag and his pride smoothly. HB rushes into the PoOp fort, claiming their 7th flag uncontested and raging toward the 8th. PoOp has since separated a scant melee force to tag HB's flags and finally grabs some tags, and quite possibly some crucial points, due to HB's 1.5 units per flag defense. A brave but clumsy effort at PoOp's final flag nets HB the victory, seconds before PoOp grabs 8 flags of their own.

Game score 29-24 in favor of HB, match score 52-29 in favor of PoOp.