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A Magic Player’s Psalm
Strict is my Magic addiction. I must not go without.
It maketh me to shuffle cards in my hand endlessly.
It leadeth me through the world of Dominaria.
It trieth my willpower, through endless playtesting.
It leadeth me in the paths of tapping out for my game’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the hot, stuffy, smelly, aisles of the, convention room,
I will scoop no longer, for I will win this battle of the mages.
The dealers and their Power Nines, they tease me.
Before me is a table set with play mats and life counters.
I filleth my hand with creatures and spells,
My day's match losses runneth over.
Surely toadies and trade binders will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the fear of “God-hands” forever.
RH
Strict is my Magic addiction. I must not go without.
It maketh me to shuffle cards in my hand endlessly.
It leadeth me through the world of Dominaria.
It trieth my willpower, through endless playtesting.
It leadeth me in the paths of tapping out for my game’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the hot, stuffy, smelly, aisles of the, convention room,
I will scoop no longer, for I will win this battle of the mages.
The dealers and their Power Nines, they tease me.
Before me is a table set with play mats and life counters.
I filleth my hand with creatures and spells,
My day's match losses runneth over.
Surely toadies and trade binders will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the fear of “God-hands” forever.
RH