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« on: April 04, 2004, 08:02:55 am » |
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Unless there's a universal policy preventing such, I would prefer if this report was *not* moved to the Tournament Forum so that I may respond to any comments. Thanks.
Before I delve into the actual report, I’d like to take a moment to state that, in general, I believe the casual use of profanity and crude humor is rather base and illustrates a lack of creativity and being an ignorant buffoon. But there are times when one doesn’t mind appearing a buffoon. This is one of those times…
WARNING: This tournament report contains adult content not suitable for children. It’s Type One Gone Wild! With sexy magic co-eds willing to bear all! Or perhaps not. But it does contain references to bestiality, masturbation, and perhaps even animal masturbation. Viewer discretion is advised.
It’s not a long drive from Oxford, Ohio to Columbus, but part of me wanted to skip the tournament, perhaps just sit back with a few cold ones, maybe watch a little “Mork and Mindy” on Channel 57. But then I remembered how boring Oxford really is.
If I’m going to head to Columbus for a Saturday tournament, I’ll always try to make time Friday night to hit my old magic hangout on the west side. A place where I can usually make up my gas money with a few easy trades. The folks there lined up like the Pharisees at the whorehouse to trade with me. The best cards I lost were Vampiric Dragon and RV Shivan Dragon and I pulled in 30-40 cards either for Five Color or for my “One step above jank” binder. Two guys claimed to actually get wood from looking through my binder. I didn’t check the accuracy of their statements, but I did ask them to avoid getting spooge on my Type 1 goodies.
For the past few tournaments I’ve taken “Mint Skittles” which has evolved into something that remotely resembles EBA. I took 6th at the last Columbus Mox tourney and a solid first place at the Grand Prix Columbus Type 1. But in the past month and a half, more things went in and out of my deck than Paris Hilton. And with all the alterations and a SB that was created mostly the morning of the tournament, my deck decided to treat me like a Babylonian whore. And not in a good way.
4x Underground Sea 4x Tundra 4x Flooded Strand 3x Island 2x Plain 1x Strip Mine 1x Black Lotus 3x Mox Sapphire, Pearl, Jet 1x Sol Ring 1x Mana Crypt
4x Force of Will 4x Mana Drain 4x Duress
4x Meddling Mage 4x Exalted Angel
1x Ancestral Recall 4x Brainstorm 1x Time Walk 1x Yawgmoth’s Will 1x FoF 1x Skeletal Scrying 1x Demonic Tutor 1x Vindicate
3x Damping Matrix 2x Null Rod
SB: 2x Chains of Mephistopheles 2x Hurkyl’s Recall 2x Dust to Dust 2x Stp 2x BEB 1x Damping Matrix 1x Moat 3x Orim’s Chant
The tournament was an hour late getting started due to four guys from Cleveland having car trouble, and we opted to wait for them. Type Four ensued, much fun was had by all, and I was taught that “counter-wars” are relatively difficult to achieve when one can only cast one spell per turn. And Doug learned that the alternate casting cost of Force of Will is about as useful as sporting two-inch wood.
Round 1: Jason, TMD “The Captain.” Control Slaver. From very limited playtesting Friday night, unpowered Control Slaver absolutely wrecks me. Powered, it makes me feel like a soiled tissue after a long night of watching Paris Hilton videos on the internet.
Game 1 I manage to drop 2nd turn Lotus, 2 Moxen, hard cast Exalted. Jason Forced, removing Thirst for Knowledge, I Forced, removing Meddling Mage. Angel resolves. Turn three I cast a savage Demonic Tutor and make the first of many play mistakes for the day. Not mistake like accidentally sleeping with your sister when you’re drunk mistake, but more like forgetting to rewind your roommate’s copy of Luscious Babes of Nazi Germany mistake. I only had two mana available so I opted for Null Rod which I could cast immediately, over say, Damping Matrix or Ancestral or any other freaking card in the deck. It’s important to note that my opponent had a Welder in play. Null Rod becomes Black Lotus, and beats begin. The Angel swung for three turns before an insane Fact or Fiction seals my doom. Hooray for Mindslaver!
Game 2 my opponent parised to six. I dropped an early Meddling Mage naming Rack and Ruin, as I also had a 2nd turn Damping Matrix. My mage was beaten like a wanker owing money to the mob by sided-in Flametongue Kavu. “Planeshift tech for your Planeshift tech.” His tech was better than mine. A morphed Angel met the same fate, and I couldn’t stop a pair of 4/2 monsters the likes of Anna Nicole’s hoo-has.
Games 0-2 Matches 0-1
Round Two: Tim Allen with Draw.7. Game 1 was dubbed “The Game That Never Was” as we both agreed to never speak of it again, and to pretend that it never happened. Ergo, the following is a fictitious account of something that didn’t occur.
I started off with Land and Mox, but Tim cast a second turn draw 7 which left me with zero mana producers in hand, but him with almost all land. I Forced his Timetwister and his storm count putzed out at seven. I play Draw-Go as I can’t find land to cast all the goodies in my hand. Soon after Tim cast Diminishing Returns (removing Tendrils in the process), and I draw Ancestral, Brainstorm, Skeletal Scrying, and no freaking lands. I have 1 land and two Moxen. Ancestral resolves, no land. Brainstorm resolves, no land. Next turn I Skeletal for two, no land. Meanwhile Tim hard casts ESG because “mis-assignment of roles=game loss” and everyone knows the combo player is the beatdown. Tim drops a second ESG and the beating continues.
The entire time I felt like I was masturbating with my clothes on—the win was so close, and yet, in the end, just damn frustrating.
I finally manage to draw my last Mox (still no land), and cast Fact or Fiction. My opponent wisely separates the cards into threats (angel) and lands, and I opt to take the lands. I topdeck two more lands and have zero threats in hand. ESG’s get me down to six and I find a Meddling Mage (naming ESG, but he becomes a chump blocker anyway). Then Tim cast Bargain and me with a Drain but no other spells. Even with Tendrils removed, I believe he can find Burning Wish within 13 cards, so I drain the Bargain, topdeck land, and fucking burn to death. Yea… How unbelievably pathetic. But of course, none of this ever happened…
Game 2: Draw sevens get countered, I can’t find threats, he plays Xanitc Swarm. I’m holding FoW and Mana Drain and think to myself, “I wonder if Snoopy ever got it on with Lucy, because damn was she fine,” and then decide to let the Swarm resolve in case he was baiting me for another spell this turn. And I’m an idiot. He passes the turn and I draw shite. Over the course of the next three or four draw sevens I encounter multiple FoW’s, Mana Drains, even a few Orim’s Chants. And I can’t cast a single one.
Games 0-4 Matches 0-2
With only 18 people at least I can still make top 8 at 3-2. And I figure with an early 0-2 at least I won’t have to face amazing players and I might even dodge Slaver completely. And I get paired with Steve Menendian with Meandeck Slaver. Wtf? Yeah, he’s 0-2 as well.
Round 3: Steve Menedian with some jank pile of cards that includes Goblin Welder and Mindslaver. How can it possibly be any good? Steve won the die role. I kept an opening hand containing Force of Will and some other things, while Steve parised to six. He dropped first turn Lotus (no land drop) and I paused to consider Forcing thinking he might be mana light, but then I remember how much Steve uses “smoke and mirrors” and he might be wanting me to think he’s mana light and he’s holding a fist full of lands. Mox Sapphire followed Lotus, pop for red, Welder gets Forced, Sapphire becomes Tinker food, which equals Gilded Lotus. An amazing Fact-or-fucking-Fiction of Thirst, Thirst, Ancestral, Mana Vault, Mox Pearl later, and Steve doesn’t even bother to lube up before ass-raping me.
Game Two: I manage an early Damping Matrix and two morphed Exalteds as I sit on Island, Tundra, Mox Sapphire and no fourth land in sight. Steve casts a Brainstorm and comments “This will take me a while to decide” and proceeds to sit and ponder which of three cards to return to the top of his library. While Steve contemplated, I just daydreamed about what I wanted to do with Kevin’s mom, a goat, and a jar of peanut butter. He casts some ass-backwards Nemesis card that apparently not only kills an artifact, but it’s free if your opponent is playing the best color in Magic and you control a mountain. However, it still costs three if you forget to cast Blood Moon first. My beats plus Mana Crypt damage plus City of Traitors brought Steve down to four before Trisk kills one morphed Angel and Memnarch steals the other. Gilded Lotus = fiipped angel and I cry like a little bitch.
Games 0-6 Matches 0-3
I hadn’t even won a single freakin’ game! I seriously pondered dropping so I can catch a few hours of sleep before heading to work at midnight. I decided to play another round, as Type 1 is Type Fun, and I get paired with a freaking bye. I drop and make the drive home. Overall it would have been more advantageous had I stayed home and had anal sex with my goldfish and roommate’s cat. But such is life.
As I ducked out early, I just saw the top 8 list. I'm glad to see someone use EBA a bit more intelligently than I did, as well as all three of my opponents ended up in top 8.
In conclusion, remember, “It’s the queers, there in it with the aliens; they’re making landing strips for gay Martians! I swear to God!”
Props: Mike for loaning me cards for Grand Prix tournament and I forgot to thank him Doug's girlfriend (Erin?) for baking us cookies, giving me some wicked-good painkillers, and getting an invite to join Team Meandeck before they realized she planned to sell their secrets to Russia Ghengis Khan simply for being Ghengis Khan ESG for being able to beat Steve for opting to not randomly flip through my graveyard while not my current opponent Fazzoli’s for incredible lemon freezes My roommate’s cat for reasons better left unsaid Stuart, for not being like everyone else, here in the trailer park
Slops: My deck for deciding to suck Meddling Mage for having a toughness of two and bending over to FTK FTK for being good and not being in my deck Tundras for boycotting rounds 2 and 3 Kevin’s mom for not returning my phone calls Work for expecting me to be there at midnight Ohio drivers for not understanding the concept of SLOWER TRAFFIC MOVES RIGHT Memnarch for stealing my Exalted Dust to Dust for having WW in the casting cost And for fucking snow in early April
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