Never Enough Mana

I spent about 45 minutes first leg of the Tourist Trophy Tournament. I believe I have the best under-250cc bike in the game. I know, though, that once I submit my time and see the rest of the grid, I will be put to shame.

As in most gaming scenarios, in my own world, my reality of involvment is not nearly as deep as I wish or have time for. Magic the Gathering is one of those games.

We all played it for a few solid months, even scouring the internet for the best cards we could put in our deck. We were money-minded gamers, so buying lots of decks to get a few cards was just out of the question. I believed my deck had gotten so good, that I was prepared to enter a weekly tabletop gaming sessions at...a comic shop.

Ugh.

Then something happened. They came out with a new expansion. I felt unprepared. Naked in my sparce collection of just one expansion collection. Suddenly my cards weren't the top of the heap. I was essentially playing an NES when the SNES was out. It was unacceptable.

I knew that the tournaments played all sorts of deck types, but Nicole and I also just sort of lost interest. Our rulebook was growing with new sorts of rules. We were looking up almost every turn's plays. It was taking as long as it did when we first started playing.

So Penny Arcade just posted up a new banner ad for the newest expansion of Magic called...Oblivioriginsfearmongerutopia. Or something. I balked at the idea. Not only do you laugh at the idea that a game is in it's umptillionth expansion, but that there are still people working at a place where all the ideas haven't been sucked out of the surrounding counties and cities. I mean, where the hell are they coming up with all these cards?! I believe it must, too, be Magic and that there are forest elves and they do multiply by X for every card out there.