Pox ’95: Black Winter

I’ve been on lock-down for our past two meet-ups, but have been stirring the cauldron and have caught some pick-up games with brother Finney, testing out my OS95 deck that I’ll talk about. Our band is continuing to grow with 4 new bootleggers cleansed through the sweet sounds of Titanias Song. We’re still throwing around …

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What Was Never Meant to Be

I know the doll is around here somewhere. Without it my daughter will not go to sleep. I search everywhere as I have her in one arm, blanket in the other. She rubs her eyes with little hands and says "dollllll". I know baby. We'll find it. It's 9:23 AM, close to nap time. I …

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Rescued from the Pit: Players Ball and Rambles

There was a thick fog over Chicago when we rolled in Friday night before the Players Ball. I’ve always really liked Chicago, having been there with my wife once and with bands a few times. Great food, sweet architecture, and just a cool, dark gothic vibe about it. My travel plans changed a couple of …

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Combat Trickery: An elementary analysis on Mono Green and other ramblings

It’s been quiet around the Nashville Old School scene lately. We’re all gearing up for the Players Ball in Chicago next month with 6 Music City players in tow and last Friday we had our first meet-up in a long while with 3 new comers. The community building aspect of this format never gets old. …

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Recollections of a Pit Lord: A guest report from Matt Moss

It was a pleasure to finally meet Matt at Bootleggers Ball. We talked cards and records and I hope to get the chance to hang more with him and the other Lords in the future. I was stoked when Matt expressed interest in doing a guest post and was all for it. I had just …

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Into the South: Bootleggers Ball Report

I awoke surrounded by my gang of goblins. Some lifeless while others drearily emptied their bags of broken daggers into the canyon, visibly shaken by underworld dreams. As they packed up their remaining grenades, we said nothing to each other and parted ways. We did well, coming in second place behind lord Jaco. The tournament …

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