Chatter of the Squirrel – Back
Wednesday, September 3rd – Your typical gaggle of random American Magic players is… well, how can we put this? I’m not even talking terms of the usual gamer-awkwardness, gamer-hygiene, what-have-you. That’s standard, and you move past it, and then they’re awesome. But in your average Pro Tour six-man team-draft, there are maybe two guys with jobs, and that’s ambitious in the extreme.
“Where the hell is Mike?” The sun lurks timidly behind the skeleton of a deceased rain cloud, shy like a blushing bride, and sloughs its rays…
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