Grand Prix Detroit. Nothing could have prepared me for it. My name’s , and though by day I’m a 20-year-old computer technician, there’s only two things I’ve ever been really good at: Writing, and playing Magic. Here’s the story of Grand Prix Detroit- you might call it”A Tale Of Two Hippos”. When I say”nothing could…
Bah. Sometimes you’ve just got to say it, and fold up your cards. It usually happens after you take an elbow drop right to the kidneys. Or when you lose the game due to a bad play. Or when you get torpedoed in a Rochester, I suppose (though I’ve never had the pleasure of getting…
Twenty to the cranium. The efficient elimination of twenty life as quickly as possible has many routes in Type I. There is combo, of course…there is green Stompy with seven land…there’s the Black decks that ride their first turn through the game. I have always liked to send twenty points of sizzling burn right to…
