The Lords recount their thrills & spills from OSPB3 weekend before turning the page to OS95 and B&R news.
In my preteen to middle teenage years I lived for Gaming Saturdays. The inconvenience of weekdays with their homework deadlines, nagging teachers and social minefields melted away Friday nights before the anticipation of a Saturday. This was the mid-1990s...
The generals surveyed their chosen battleground and the uncountable, disposable dead littering the blasted land like so many hailstones from a violent summer’s storm, and wondered aloud, “What devastation hath these powerful magicks wrought?”
It’s summer in Chicago. With temps finding the mid-80s, the Lords of the Pit assembled on a sunny afternoon on the first of June to celebrate Old School MTG jank in this, the first iteration of Solocon, a Singleton-themed event. I hopped off the 77 bus and walked down Rockwell past a complex of semi-ruinous warehouses nestled alongside the Chicago River. Our battleground was at Metropolitan Brewing’s taproom, a lovely, hidden gem of a riverside space in this upcoming part of Avondale. Several kayakers paddled past and I hoped for their sake that their shots were up-to-date as Chicago’s arterial waterway is famously toxic. We Gathered our full complement of ballers, 21 on this day, and fired at half past noon.