Well, I am once again officially enslaved, like the endless streams of others, in the unending existence of working for a living. Took me long enough. Not that I'm happy with the location of the company and, frankly, if the salary's going to take a big hit from the commute money, I'd rather stay unemployed.
Anyway, spending my free time playing Still Life, The White Chamber (available for free download at Studio Trophis) or a heavilly-modded Baldur's Gate II again. Quite fun.
I am suddenly reminded of the old days, back when I was still playing Magic: The Gathering. I do not claim to be very good at it but I had my moments. As I recall, my last 3 decks were a Goblin Deck, a Discarder Deck (which vanished inside my house) and...a Life-Gainer deck. The Discarder was definitely the most potent of the lot, though a lot of powerful cards were not in the deck mainly because I didn't have the money (or the patience) to find them. My Life-Gainer was so-so and rarely field tested, plus it lost the power of Serra Avatar, the main damage-dealer because someone stole it from me. My Goblin deck was the worst, weakest and also, oddly, my favorite to play. Fast, didn't need a lot of mana and could mass-produce creatures like no other, save a properly built token deck. And before that, I had a green weenie deck that utilized both creature power and the little-recognized Lure-Nature's Revolt-Elven Warhounds combo. So, why so suddenly remember this game? My brother is playing it like an addict. The main difference between me when I was playing and him playing now is that the players he's facing are significantly dumber and he has the money to get the cards he wants/needs.
And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The Asylum Director
- VIIIofSwords
- "The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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