–hedronCrab [HC] began partying with margraveSteel [MS] and sovereignSlayer [SS] at 20:54–
HC: It has come-
MS: much as I love paying Janey a visit
MS: (by the by, should have told me you were in town fam on this most magic of Fridays, could have shown your tactical insight off to the regulars)
MS: I was kind of in the middle of dueling a wizard
MS: mind telling me what you dragged me away for, lil’ boy blue?
HC: Don’t call me that.
MS: whatever you say Brendon Urie
HC:
HC: Marian you were going to die.
MS: I don’t believe this Jane
MS: this converted mana cost 3 vanilla 2/2
HC: Youch.
MS: thinks that I’D lose to SOLAS???
MS: to an iambic pentameter spouting egg grandpa, and the industrial trash compactor he called in for backup?
MS: if he thinks he can just waltz into my game with that gangly gait of his and ruin it like he already ruined my FUCKING story he has something else coming which is to say
MS: FIVE FEET OF ENCHANTED STARMETAL RIGHT IN HIS CASUALLY RACIST MOUTH
MS: or he WOULD HAVE
MS: if this scrawny sloth demon from some benighted corner of the Black City hadn’t squirreled me away without my consent!
SS: He’s a god Mari
SS: Strong enough that people confused him for one, anyway
SS: You’ve been looking for a chance to fight him since 2014, I get that
MS: you don’t get it
MS: his entire revisionist existence is an insult to the games that came before him, and rather than try to make something new of himself he chose to walk around in the same morbidly solipsistic ‘oh poor me I’m so much cooler than everyone around me and no one will ever understand the cross I bear to destroy reality’ trance he was born into
MS: plotting who knows what schemes on his morbidly solipsistic sojourns when he’s not broodily sweeping tournaments with FUCKING control decks at Magic Friday
MS: schemes which, surprising no one, turned out to revolve around overwrought telepathic monologues and fucking with me specifically
HC: He’s not.
MS: :|?
HC: Fucking-
MS: you can say that again
HC: -with you, specifically.