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I've long since moved away but in my MTG days I played in weekly tournaments in a store that was literally a block away from a maximum security prison. The store owner really only cared about baseball cards but hosted Magic tournaments because it was the only thing that brought in money; the clientele was mostly teenagers, but there was this one regular who looked exactly like Jay of Jay and Silent Bob and sometimes brought his wife and infant daughter along. We had occasional visits from a scalper who never played, just hawked overpriced cards or tried to pick up anything interesting that people got out of packs, and then there was the guy who ran the tournaments, who I think used to favorably seed himself and loudly talked about buying himself a Black Lotus for his birthday. It was interesting times. These days my options are basically "board game shop that doesn't do RPGs or wargames," "go halfway across town to the tiny little place which nominally hosts tabletop stuff but has nowhere to sit" or "take an hour and a half bus ride and then walk another 30 minutes to the place that actually has regular gaming." Which is kind of weird given this is a much bigger city than the one that had the shop I mentioned before. Tuxedo Catfish fucked around with this message at 03:29 on May 28, 2017 |
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