Charles de Lint – “Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused.”
I’ve been selling my Magic cards.
There’s several reasons for this. One, my life seems better than it is. Wait, that’s too depressing for a game blog. One, I have crap everywhere, only a bunch of which is “mine”. Two, last attempt to rekindle the Magic was met with ennui. Third, highest and best use is a concept that people with economics backgrounds and who passed a real estate exam(!?!?) can wrap their brain energy around. Four, when Dave told me he had sent his Magic to his nephew to sell, likely reinforced the idea that I’m never going to do anything with these cards.
Stage one was to take over like 5000 cards either in sealed booster boxes, in boosters in a mostly full booster box, or completely opened and left in the booster boxes.
I keep mentioning to people I’m baffled as to why I opened a box of New Phyrexia and proceeded to alphabetize by card type/subtype, including the creature tokens. I think I vaguely recall why I might have opened the Rise of the Eldrazi box, as it might have had bombs I was looking for. But, in either case, by opening the packs, I killed the usefulness (outside of tedious random pack generating) for Type P. Sure, there was a brief period where I was trying to play Legacy, but it never made any sense and only red deck wins could compete, and that was almost entirely foils from multiples of whatever that special deck thing was that was an all foil red deck.
Stage two was yesterday (I’m writing this on Saturday but … nobody cares). I took over maybe 12,000 opened and organized to varying degrees cards from the long, long ago (for the most part). If I miss anything, it will be the French Griffons Canyon and the like I probably got from being subscribed to Duelist’s(!) foreign pack subscription.
Two types of cards pleased my aesthetic sense far more than others – multicolor cards, non-basic lands. I didn’t make a significant effort to get rarer cards of that type, but I paid somewhat more attention to them. It’s pretty sad how much easier it is for me to read French than Mandarin, and it can still be somewhat pleasing to speak out loud some French even if it just makes one sound pretentious.
Two total tangents.
- I was in Shanghai and playing a game with rules written in French where I got the gist of what the rules were saying, while Laurent explained rules in Mandarin and English. Have I mentioned this story before in this blog? Maybe. But, it’s timely.
- I occasionally get sucked into Youtube videos of the The Voice audition sort. I’m so loving Sweet Dreams are made of The Voice, where the two performances I care the most about are Antoine Delie’s cover of La Pluie (original is a rap song) and Gustine’s “Elle a les yeux revolver” performance including singing it with Marc Lavoine. Um, point being that even if I can’t comprends, it can still sound … more aesthetically pleasing than a variety of other languages.
Stage three is probably to go through my 100ish Type P decks (after I record the contents for blog fodder) and all of the loose stuff lying around like Italian Renaissance packs. If you don’t understand Type P, like confuse it with Pauper even though Pauper seems rather not worth having 100 decks for, that’s around 10,000 more cards as the typical Type P “wizard” will have a universe of just around 100 cards. I need to find that RDW deck that’s mostly foils, too, though I’m guessing that’s not going to be worth much since it cost little for me to make.
27,000 Magic cards sounds kind of low. Maybe with more bookshelf space to move stuff from the floor of the deathtrap, aka computer room, that I’ll find more miscellaneous Magic. But, whatever, I used to approximate my Magic collection at around 25,000, so it’s not unreasonable.
Anyway, why does this matter?
It brings up some things. For instance, nostalgia of when Magic meant more to me. I was playing badminton recently when my friend said he should ask me about the Magic Pro Tour shirt I was wearing. I quickly explained that I didn’t participate in that Pro Tour, that my possession of the shirt had a much more banal explanation – Magic’s first world’s champion was a gaming buddy of mine for a while and he gave me the shirt.
One of my more memorable memories of a match of Magic was sealed deck at Zak’s place with Tempest cards. We got into a stall. With zero cards left in my library, after repeatedly Capsize-ing with buyback (up to twice in a turn) to allow me to plink with some flyer or something, I had exactly enough mana to Rolling Thunder to the dome for the kill.
Sure, I have vague memories of the Mirage sealed deck tournament I won. There was the round I had to use Energy Bolt for life to survive long enough to burn out my opponent. Almost like a theme of how I win at Magic. There was the free Urza’s Saga sealed tournament I came in second after round after round after round of my friends waiting for me to finish losing that was all kinds of weird with how I would do massive sideboard changes as I played the same person like three times in this very casual tournament and we had lots of cards to draw upon. I came in second in an 8-player Invasion sealed deck, where I was sponsored by somebody else that I did way better than. Almost like a theme of when I don’t suck when I play Magic [constructed sea creaturehood].
It brings up the concept of moving on, of giving up, of having a piece of the soul ripped away. I still have all my Babylon 5 cards, all of my Wheel of Time cards, so many Dragon Dice. Why? I’m not going to play WoT again, and it’s unlikely I’ll hop over to Cambridge again to play B5 in the UK. VTES is still theoretically relevant. Shadowfist is still theoretically relevant. But, other than those two and Traveller, just holding on to stuff to not have it “go to waste”.
Hopefully, the chaff that comprises most of my erstwhile cards don’t just get tossed, that somebody finds a reason to use 2/1 Shadow creatures for 3.
I very much need to move on from a lot of things. It’s progress that I can let it go on something gaming related when I keep the most ridiculous crap forever. Of course, if someone would not just throw out my comic books, I’d like to get rid of those about as much as I’ve become motivated to banish the Magic.
I’m sure there are other ideas, too, involved in this anti-gaming activity. Though, just hanging with the person buying them involved some Magic conversation and such things as why one of my Magic boxes had Non-UC! written on it. Should be obvious why, but it wasn’t.
I do think Magic is great. I do have positive feelings to lots of cards. It’s just that I’d rather hold on to AD&D books that I’ll never use than cards for a game that frustrates me because it’s almost the best thing ever, but its failure makes it excisable.
Well, assuming I actually log my Type P deck contents, that will provide more memories of when the Magic was alive.