When I was in highschool, I sat with some kids on the bus that played Magic.

A week later, I'd built this amazing black deck that was nothing but a non-stop wafflestomping barrage of skeletons that would forever resurrect from the graveyard.

Nobody could handle it. I'd surmount every challenger like I'd found the golden fleece. Not a single kid on the bus could find a chink in my bonemail.

High with power, I went to a local Magic tournament with all of my bus friends in tow. We were giddy, looking around at all the ponytailed losers that were about to become lunch for my throng of resurrecting skeletons.

I proceeded to get insta-gibbed five times in a row by five different participants. Me and my skeleton army came in last place.

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I started riding my bike to school.