You know what? I hate losing. Why? Because I’ve been addicted to learning about this game for months now and I can still look back at games I’ve played and watch myself be a blubbering moron. Why do I only use all the information I’ve absorbed outside of playing this game? Since bitching about the MTGO shuffler is so cliche I won’t mention the overabundance of land in play, and in my hand.
During a RRG 4-3-2-2 I’m playing a Boros deck. It almost felt like playing a deck from 4 months ago the dude had all of Ravincas RW goodies and almost nothing form Guildpact save a Pyromantics that kicked my ass everytime he played it. Whats worse is that I’m picking out his play mistakes while blistfully unaware of my own.
For the last 4 turns I’ve been trying to stall his beats because my only defense is a bunch of mana producers. He’s beating me down with Belfry Spirit and co. ( the tokens ), and my Starfetcher is the only thing thats preventing me from taking 3 a turn. Throughtout the game I can read his signals, taps this and that, yeah, pyromantics is coming. Oh yeah, you just “forgot” to stop my Rotwurm with your Thundersong Trumpeter; combat trick.
I know he’s got Rally.
After he does some attack declarations with only his white creatures, then red, it’s pretty obvious he wants to rally. I block the Belfry Spirit and feel like a fool when his bats swarm in.
The Fuck.
I could of survived one more turn. If he attacked with all of his white creatures he would of won. He didn’t though, and I watched the game slip away because I’m a fucking moron.
Get this though. My next draw was a Golgari Rotwurm. I have a Mortipede in play and enough mana to cast him, activate Morty, swing with my dudes, and sac some dudes to win the game.
The Fuck.
