I hate that you know your cards so well, left with not more than to sit and dwell... on the woes and the pains that makes the inflammation swell and the secrets you choose to no longer tell. I hate that you know your cards so well, the metagame structure, the moves and spells. Stories from NPCs, the canon and plays, leaving you locked into the old ways. Playing tapped out hands, old janky tricks... with only a table flip the only advisable fix.
I hate that you knew your cards so well...
... dedicated to a gamer who passed away far too early, who inspires me on the regular. I see you, trickster, and I miss you.