Insert Column Name Here – I Love The Smell Of Rare Drafting In The Morning
Tuesday, February 12th – He attacks, putting me down to two. I declare no blockers, hoping he has no trick, because an Earthbrawn means the end of me… Then again, blocking means that I have no hope, either, since I’d lose a creature. And then I hope I rip a land, since I haven’t touched him; he’s still at twenty. Thankfully, I do rip a land. GG. How? Read on.