Ok so. Playing Commander games of Magic the Gathering.
Sure, I'll agree that it's a bit of a bummer, dude, when one opponent decides you're the most deserving of a little consecutive spanking. This cheeky nerd has opted to put all their eggs (Doom Blades) in one basket (my face) and that's just how it be. Like most games, it's a play-fight. Sometimes they apologize and I just smile and wave it away. If I think I'll get a laugh out of 'em, I'll put my hands on my head and play the part. "Oh noooo! My caaaaaards!!"
ho-ho-ho tee-hee-hee. Bit of a ruckus over at that table, eh?
WHEN YOU SCARE THE HOES SO THOROUGHLY THAT EV-ER-Y-ONE AT THE TABLE DECIDES YOU'RE THE PROBLEM.
I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT, MAN.
When my deck is popping the fuck off and my weak opponents [Pitiful] realize that they may only hope to defeat me [Awesome] by loudly declaring a truce and pointing each and every one of their little cardboard knives at me.
That's just so more fun than winning, honestly. I may die soon after, but then I get to sit on the sidelines, shuffling my cards, and enjoy the power fantasy of a Season 1 Anime-Villain-Turned-Ally.
"You've taught me a valuable lesson today about the power of friendship" I say, arms crossed and head nodding. "Perhaps next time I'll think twice before being so openly good at card games." I won't.