I got up 4am.
I drove three hours through Super Bowl traffic and 14 toll booths to get to the mall where the Florida Prerelease was to be held.
I wait half an hour after they started distrabution to get my sealed deck because noöne could figure out where they were supposed to sit despite the printout reading "TABLE-NAME."
I spend 15 minutes hunting for a pen.
I open and register the worst sealed deck I'd ever seen.
Very cumbersomly I might add, since for some ungodly reason, they didn't have Planeshift on their log sheets and had to whip something up onsite and print the Planeshift half on the back of the sheets.
The deck goes back to the judges.
Then we hear: "Just a reminder...if you want to keep the cards you have, you may go to a judge and drop from the tournament."
Oh, goodie. All the decent cards just got pulled from the environment cuz' the guys who opened them are gonna walk.
The melee continues as people berate each other over being in the wrong seat.
36! There's an opening in seat 36! I can sit now.
Here comes the deck guy! Over here...
He looks at me..."All out, I'll be back in a minute."
...grrrr.....
-=later=-
Deck guy's back! Yea!
He hands me the Brown Baggie of Magical Supremecy. A sealed deck of such power that only the Holy Hand Grenade can survive it's mere presence.
Wait, scratch that.
I open the baggie to find the worst sealed deck ever.
The one I registered just dropped to #2.
After a good 10 minutes of just staring at the sorted piles I came up with a deck that had one path to victory.
.
.
.
Draco.
-=shoot me now=-
Oh, and the guy who logged the deck didn't put his name on it, incorrectly logged all the lands, and didn't even mark four of the cards. I hope it was one of the players who doesn't hold a driver's licence...anyway, thirty mintues (and two proxies for the guy who's Tek and Shivan Oasis were stolen) later, it's game time! w00t.
Game 1-The Girl I played at the last prerelease.
Me-Draco /w RGB trash.
Her-RGWB /w Castable things.
Round 1-Her critters make smash. Me die now.
Round 2-Knowing the fact that she had six 4-power critters and I had 2, I needed DEFENCE. LOTS OF DEFENCE to get Draco out.
Turn 3-Andralite Leech holds the fort down with swamps galore.
Turn 36-Draco comes out to play. I'm Agonized as he meets his Demise.
-=GAME OVER=-
I didn't bother playing another flight. I'd just get more crap.
I went to the Food Court and waited 20 minutes for French Fries. It was worth it. I got 5 Moti's and 7 SandStalkers signed. Andy Robinson was in and out quick. Dan Frazer, however, stayed around and even played janitor, pushing the trash can and collecting the garbage that was laying around.
Cool guy.
Wandered the mall. Watched some uncut DBZ at the tape store. Saw TONS of Warhammer 40k stuff. Huge, massive, collossal displays. Saw some Magic at the store, too. Bought an Invasion starter. It didn't suck for some reason.
Also came across a Superman comic sealed in a white baggie with a huge Superman logo on it. Looked neat, so I got it for $3.
Wandered back to the PreRe. Hot as hell, and twice as foul as it was before.
Trading sucked. Silly T2 players. Persistantly rejecting cards that do things...maybe not awe inspiring things, but things still. They just don't know how much fun crappy cards can be...oh, wait...that's all that Planeshift is...mwahahahahaha!
This bites. Time to go home. Hey, fast food! Hey, big bump! Hey, soda all over my cards! Hey, those aren't my crappy PS cards...those are my GOOD cards! Hey, why am I being tortured today?
I get home at 7pm.
I hate Draco.
...but I still need three more...
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