From Our Darkest Past 2: Or How I abandoned Ante only to pursue Tournament Magic in the Old (Mid)West

“Instead of stealing from the people, why not just steal the people?” –Rubinia Soulsinger


Spring 1992. There was no Magic.

What did we do before there was magic?

I was twelve years old, and I was preparing to shoplift for the first and only time in my life. Continue reading