So you sit down at your local Vintage competition. You greet you opponent, maybe shake their hand. Deck shuffle. Draw seven cards. It begins.
Swamp.
One with Nothing
.
Your opponent seems confused. Why would you play One with nothing? You smile. All according to plan.
You dump your hand full of
Moonlace
,
Wood Elemental
, Scornful Egotist and
Quagmire
.
Your opponent seems worried. They look at up your grinning face. Sweat appears on their brow. They have no idea what you're doing but they know it spells their doom. All according to plan.
They're so rattled they can't pull of their turn one play properly. They stumble, they trip. They end.
You draw. You play island. You chuckle. All according to plan.
You opponent can't think clearly. What's happening? They play their card, the wrong card. They breathe in and out. They try to settle themselves. They can't allow themselves to be affected by this. They end. All according to plan.
You draw.
You.
Play.
Storm.
Crow.
Your opponent starts hyperventilating. Their vision goes fuzzy. They do the only thing they can.
They concede.
You pack up your deck and move over to the next victim.
