Was not by choice. Not at all. As a matter of fact, the entire idea of playing Magic again spurred from my friend, Jon, who’s having a TCG weekend at his house starting today. In preparation, he swung by to pick up Nicole and I last night to hit up The Guard Tower to pick up supplies (boosters, counters, etc.). I was staunchly opposed to this, but the promise of Cane’s chicken and Nicole’s rabid desire to buy more Pokemon cards made it difficult to ignore.
So what happened? Well, the picture pretty much says it all. I ended up buying a pre-made black and a few boosters to expand what is a fairly meager collection compared to Jon’s and decided to build a black deck for the first time (I’ve always been partial to the trickery and conservation afforded by blue). It was primarily steeped in vampirism, but it was great fun to play.To make matters worse I woke up this morning and began compulsively re-organizing all of my cards and optimally building my black and blue decks in anticipation for tonight and Nicole’s already hitting me up about going out to get more cards.
So thanks Jon. Thank you for unapologetically dragging me back down into that foulness which I narrowly escaped only a few short years ago and know this: My Butcher of Malakir is going to put his foot in your ass tonight.
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