Kowal's Waterbury Report

Our tale begins on Friday morning when TheBrassMan shows up at my place around 1 in pm position. We head off to get a couple errands done before picking up Jacob Orlove on the other side of Massachusetts, and then we head off to Grand Inquisitor's casa for a small gathering and some cardboard slinging.

Jacob, having finally remembered to bring his mental magic stack, joins me and BrassMan for a couple games in which I almost get Treasure Trove active long enough to not die. Brass plays a bunch of shitty subpar 1/1 d00ds and somehow beats Jacob with them. I conclude that his joining of Team Meandeck reduced his magical card skill considerably.

At this time, more people show up to make it a party. Mykeatog, hulk3rules, Ultima, a couple cats from Jersey, and a few others I can't remember (sorry guys) arrive, and Big Chuck and PTW walk in about an hour later. Making the executive decision that getting a solid two hours of sleep is better than drinking (a mistake I would later regret) I head to Chuck's place to crash on his couch in a house that doesn't have eleventybillion people in it.

Then we get up and play Magic.

After people are beginning to get bored of magical cards, we decide to hit up the somewhat less-than-local tittie bar. We spend around an hour getting a group together of myself, PTW, Chuck, Smmenen, Atog Lord, Meddling Mage, Demonic Consultation, Saucemaster, and probably someone else I can't remember from Meandeck. After spending another 45 trying to find the location, we are informed Saucey has successfully sabotaged Meandeck by conveniently "forgetting" his ID. Saucey, for those who don't know, is actually a CIA operative, and not a -real- meandeck member. That's why he performs well.

Anyway, we arrive at the tittie bar for what I like to call Team Short Bus playtesting. That means I got a lapdance that PTW paid for. Mise.

We go back to Chuck's and sleep, and thus begins DAY TWO.

I elect to avoid the second chance mox because playing type one sucks.

I build REVENGE for the highlander event. You can read about it in the casual forum. Suffice to say, I didn't win, so I decided to kinda hang out and chill with BrassMan and Philatio while the attendees slowly left to go home. Finally, after PTW loses to Dyannah the Untouchable (PTW playing my highlander deck) we decide we should get some food and go home. The Chiles food was mediocre, unfortunately, but PTW had a lot of interesting stuff to say that had been on my mind for a while, but I had trouble putting in to words. We drop him off at Chuck's and begin the long drive back to Brandeis to drop off Orlove.

Props:
The folks that agreed to make the trip to the tittie bar.
People that travelled to the awesomest tournament ever.
Simon Cooper, for being the reigning Highlander world champion.
BrassMan, for driving.
Iamfishman, for obvious reasons. You fucking rule, Ray.
Eric Dupuis, for coming back to the game with a bang.
Philatio, for somehow instinctively knowing the tradition of ninja boner songs and old late night tv references.

Slops:
Saucemaster, for turning a party of eleven or so in to a party of three.
Psychatog, for sucking.
Combo, for being too damn good.