I said I’d write this down someday, so I did. This is one of those posts that’s probably of interest only to me, and consists of random recollections. If you’d rather skip it, I don’t blame you one bit.
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How I started playing Magic, then stopped again. )
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Oh, I did eventually find my deck. Oddly enough, it actually was in my parent's basement.
I have a new generic excuse though: "It's in the boxes in the garage".
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I'll never go to PTQs or participate in Worlds. But I've come in first in a sealed deck tournament and as high as third in Standard constructed without every getting a complete set of anything, so it works for me.
But I do wish I had some people to just play casually with, as well. Every game I play is for points, even if they're not important points, and that does kind of bug a bit. And unfortunately, most of the other players are kids, and the adults... well, we all have our own lives that only intersect at Game On! at South Hill Mall.
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I mean, sure, that's fine strategy for the Yankees, but for the rest of us who have rent to pay...
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Unfortunately, one of said friends landed a bunch of Dragon Dice for cheap on EBay, and we briefly ended up playing quite a bit of that. Suddenly, I stepped back and realized that I had also just picked up a staggering number of them on EBay without really noticing what I was doing. Shortly after that, of course, the game was discontinued and said regular gaming crowd decided that it was getting old, so they are now taking up entirely too much room neatly sorted in a closet.
I expect they'll probably wind up being used as evidence I'd gotten into some sort of weird occult thing when they're found after I snap.
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