so. pack 1 pick 1 im trying so damn hard to not be blindsided by the fact that theres a simic card and overlooked the fact that it was actually a good card
while i was agonizing over this i look over and happen to see my friend pull out fucking VANNIFAR from her pack and I lose my damn mind (how the fUCK????)
(my last braincell at this point has blasted far far away)
anyway for some forsaken reason (no novel reference intended) i end up drafting fucking rakdos (that same friend, later on, also gets ZEGANA but sheās drafting orzhov ??????????????? HOW????? the simic gods mustāve mistaken her for me.)
fast forward to me playing against the (Simic) shopkeeper, who knows we were beginners but didnāt really hold back (or maybe that WAS him holding back, oops) and my mind is already clouded from adrenaline and from having to fight my own guild as a Rakdos and having no frickin IDEA how to play Rakdos and the fact that this is my first damn time drafting and then who, pray tell, does he place down in front of him?
My little gay Simic heart, behind on the board and suffering self-imposed psychological warfare, scrambles for purchase and finds nothing. a fragile bacterium swept away on the currents of change.
i, of course, lose. im vibrating. im not even upset because the shopkeeper unleashed a cool combo with his benthic biomancer but god do i regret not drafting simic
anyway tl;dr i was too gay for FNM
i canāt wait for next week