Hello, friends; it is DanPo.
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Saturday the Sexy Team of Dudes represented in Nashville's Alara Reborn pre-release, and Carlos savagely vanquished a month-long drought that began moments after the STD rendered Pat Chapin impotent in Chicago.
Carlos' Esper deck contained such hice as Sen Triplets and a foil Akrobot: Sphinx of the Steel Winds. It was like watching a factory machine that conveys fresh grapes beneath an unrelenting steel piston, but here the grapes were the heads of Carlos' opponents and the piston was his elbow.
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His main brag in the early rounds occurs in game three as he's bearing down on an opponent with his Akrobot. The player tries to steal the match with Slave of Bolas (new Threaten) targeting the Sphinx. Carlos panics!
"That's enough to kill me," he blurts. His opponent nods and starts to pile his cards together in satisfaction, when, "Wait..."
Carlos riffles through his hand and counts to himself. He reads the cards. He counts again. What plan could he be hatching? He...
"Oh, nevermind!" Carlos says, revealing his ruse: "My guy is pro-red." He glares. Then his elbow slams down like a meteor. GG.
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