I’ve made no secret in the past of Spud’s skill at this game. He’s a better deckbuilder than I am, he’s a better drafter than I am, he’s a better player than I am.*
In the end though, even the mighty can be toppled by a single brain fart. By that, I mean a single moment when your brain suddenly interrupts whatever it was doing, whatever thought processes it may have been firing across your cerebral synapses, and instead just lets out a stinky “poot”.
Tonight, we were playing three-player sealed. Spud, myself, and the Eponymous Pablo.
A few turns into the game, Spud has a few options, but chooses to recruit Cloak.
Now, Cloak’s not a bad choice. He’s got decent stats for a 2-drop, and a boost ability that lets you remove a reinforcer or blocker out of the way to allow you to smash into weaker character (or even directly to the face.
Spud opts to recruit Cloak visible…
Pays the boost…
And uses it to move Cloak to the hidden area.
…
Look at the card. Seriously, look at it for a minute, and you’ll see why this had Pablo and I boggling.
