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This past FNM I had my first Magic DQ. Now, I know right now you're imagining a delicious magic-themed ice cream cake, but no, I mean the OTHER kind of DQ. the one that doesn't taste like cold milk, but instead like betrayal and sorrow.
I'm a little screwed up about it. I basically got no sleep that night and spent the entire next day during the convention I was vending at feverishly writing my report in an effort to put the entire incident to bed. But I'm not so sure that it is going to rest that easily.
I've known the player for a long time, and like the player, and for a lesser but still quite extended period of time I've suspected him o