“Goddamnit,” Travis’s opponent said as Travis played another quickhitting and gamewinning card onto the field. He was currently up by 7 matches, moving quickly through the room and devastating all the other decks easily, seeming to have a decent response to all decks. The deck was uncannily resistant, able to counter most combos and stop a rush easily and usually was able to keep enough tempo to finish a game on top. His opponents were obviously frustrated, but also interested in this new hotness of a deck that managed to win in a way they weren’t used to seeing before.
“You have any other decks?” he was asked as his opponent cleaned up.
“Sorry,” Travis said, shrugging. He really couldn’t explain why he only had one highly competitive deck and no trade binder, and he was a little worried when he drew a card to find that it adequately matched the situation and may, in fact, not be a card that was in the deck previously. He couldn’t help but feel that he was subconsciously cheating.
His opponent just grumped and walked away. He was out of combatants, nobody else felt they had the cards necessary to answer to that powerhouse. Travis just sighed and stood up, stepping back into the front room to look around a bit. The man behind the counter was still uninterested in his comings and goings, and he walked among the crowded aisles to see if there was anything interesting.
There was, in the form of a short figure demanding his attention.
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