Mulligan [Solo]
Jan 30, 2019 2:34:09 GMT
Post by Yuuya on Jan 30, 2019 2:34:09 GMT
A bored expression gazed ahead, even though that… wasn't very rare from Yuuya. The game state was obvious, and nothing the foreigner he had in front of him could turn the game in his favor.
That was one of the downsides of playing this deck, honestly. Most inexperienced pilots could hardly see the writing on the wall. The game could be over two or three turns ago, but they just kept thinking some kind of miracle would happen.
Sometimes, quite literally.
“Are you done?” That might've been rude, but it wasn't like Yuuya cared. And his opponent was borderline slow-playing. This game wouldn't end due to the clock for sure. His piloting speed and occasional comments to hurry up ensured that.
“Just give me a second. I'll…”
Here we go again. The teenager stared idly at even more indecision for forty seconds or so before gesturing at a nearby judge.
The end result? A warning for the other player. With any luck, that'd make him hurry up. Or concede the game so he had actual odds of winning the next. A favor for both of them, really.
Instead, his opponent just conceded the match altogether, scooped up this stuff and walked away, apparently distressed or… something. Yuuya didn't care; this was a competitive event and each round had a time limit; whether he struggled because he was a newbie, or had trouble with the language or whatever, that was none of his concern. Should've thought about that before signing up, right?
And that would be his first match of the day. 7 to go, hopefully.
Welp; his performance —or luck, but he wasn't blaming it— hadn't been good enough; 5-3 was an okay record, but not good enough to make it to the second day of the event. A disappointment, but there wasn't much the teenager could do about it. With any luck, the next time would be better.
Then again, thinking about this game as more than a hobby was a waste of time. Putting the work and gaining the edges to compete at the highest level was something he could do… if the payoff wasn't completely awful. As long as it kept being fun, and his results were above average, he was satisfied.
There was this inconvenient with his day as a whole, however. For some reason, his backpack had grown suddenly heavier as he returned home. The place where his phone was stored bulged, and upon further inspection, some kind of giant egg rested inside.
It had spawned in there. Completely. Out. Of. The. Blue.
And was met by a raised eyebrow, even though no further action ensued. The teenager would think of it as his consolation prize, and as a somewhat humorous reminder of how Lantern Control isn't as good as it used to be.
Honestly, Burn could be so unfair at times! But that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. It was an overall good day; he got some decent deals on the store and some good trades, and the side events were pretty fun, if a lot more relaxing than the main thing.
For now, he had earned his rest.
That was one of the downsides of playing this deck, honestly. Most inexperienced pilots could hardly see the writing on the wall. The game could be over two or three turns ago, but they just kept thinking some kind of miracle would happen.
Sometimes, quite literally.
“Are you done?” That might've been rude, but it wasn't like Yuuya cared. And his opponent was borderline slow-playing. This game wouldn't end due to the clock for sure. His piloting speed and occasional comments to hurry up ensured that.
“Just give me a second. I'll…”
Here we go again. The teenager stared idly at even more indecision for forty seconds or so before gesturing at a nearby judge.
The end result? A warning for the other player. With any luck, that'd make him hurry up. Or concede the game so he had actual odds of winning the next. A favor for both of them, really.
Instead, his opponent just conceded the match altogether, scooped up this stuff and walked away, apparently distressed or… something. Yuuya didn't care; this was a competitive event and each round had a time limit; whether he struggled because he was a newbie, or had trouble with the language or whatever, that was none of his concern. Should've thought about that before signing up, right?
And that would be his first match of the day. 7 to go, hopefully.
Welp; his performance —or luck, but he wasn't blaming it— hadn't been good enough; 5-3 was an okay record, but not good enough to make it to the second day of the event. A disappointment, but there wasn't much the teenager could do about it. With any luck, the next time would be better.
Then again, thinking about this game as more than a hobby was a waste of time. Putting the work and gaining the edges to compete at the highest level was something he could do… if the payoff wasn't completely awful. As long as it kept being fun, and his results were above average, he was satisfied.
There was this inconvenient with his day as a whole, however. For some reason, his backpack had grown suddenly heavier as he returned home. The place where his phone was stored bulged, and upon further inspection, some kind of giant egg rested inside.
It had spawned in there. Completely. Out. Of. The. Blue.
And was met by a raised eyebrow, even though no further action ensued. The teenager would think of it as his consolation prize, and as a somewhat humorous reminder of how Lantern Control isn't as good as it used to be.
Honestly, Burn could be so unfair at times! But that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. It was an overall good day; he got some decent deals on the store and some good trades, and the side events were pretty fun, if a lot more relaxing than the main thing.
For now, he had earned his rest.