That's the thing, our brain will aways hyperfocus in the 11 games he won, never in the 1 game where his draw was so bad he literally couldn't play the game for 7 turns. Also we will never stop to realise that for every player with 12 wins, at the VERY LEAST, 4 other players had to lose 3 games, because the win/lose ratio HAS to be 1/1. So yea, don't play brawl xDD

1 golden and one signature, no less.

For real, I wish I was a pack printing machine like him lol

Not to mention the fact he was playing the rogue decks just as good if not better than the people he’s playing against lol

Sadly, that Priest deck is unplayable right now. As it rotated from Standard and Clergy is banned in Wild.

No

Instant barbarian reaction to a defeated opponent lol

“(Whispers)… It’s a cheaper sprint that tutors…”

It was the reason Aviana got nerfed in the first place, when people started playing Star Aligner druid years ago

I wake up in a cold sweat. That sentence haunted me all night, drifting in and out from my dreams. Nocturnal ruminations on the nature of unassisted flight and fancy were frequently interrupted by a whispered notion, a hushed muttering echoing through the canals of my mind: "It's a cheaper Sprint that tutors." I steady my shaking hands. I fumble towards the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Bags had developed under my eyes, which were cracked red like a stained-glass window. I have to go to work, but all the weight had shifted from my body up to my shoulders. My bones are hollow; the sensation of ants crawling through them are unceasing. "It's a cheaper Sprint that tutors." I cover my mouth. The words had just spilled out of my mouth. Why? "Why?" I repeat. I step towards the kitchen and grab a plate. Food. I need food. Something, anything, to get my mind off of those strange, cursed words. The fridge creaks open and the light within flickers, revealing a bowl of fruit. It was said that mangoes were rich in vitamin C. Like having a ray of sunshine trapped in a thin, green skin. I flop on down on the couch and dig a spoon into the mango, pushing through with the edge of the spade, pulling up with the exhaustion of a gravedigger. A flash of purple and green streaks across its flesh. I pause to catch my breath. "It's a cheaper Sprint," I mutter. "That also tutors." I shovel the mango into my mouth. I couldn't pay attention to the bits of bitter skin that I have swallowed in my haste; I couldn't afford to. Like a bolt of lightening my phone vibrates. I hurriedly pull it out of my pocket. Are you okay? a text message from my sister read. The police called us, they found you passed out in a parking lot. What happened? What happened? I check my clothes. They certainly aren't my pajamas. The hem of my jeans are caked in vomit. I don't know, I reply. I'm fine though. I'd be in the hospital if I weren't. After all, it's a cheaper Sprint that tutors. What about Sprint? my sister writes back. You mean the phone provider? I stare at my phone. My thumb had moved on its own. Hastily I write, Sorry autocorrect, and then throw my phone into a corner. My phone vibrates again. It rumbles, angrily, like a beast. I reach out towards it. It's just the reddit app talking about trends. I thought I turned off these notifications? Without pretense, my thumb slips again, moving autonomously, a prison warden with no need to hide from its prisoner: it scrolls through my subreddits and slams on the one based around Hearthstone. Horror grips my chest. Air is choked out of my lungs. An image of a purple and green fruit, undulating within its brown borders, loads on my screen. Juicy Psychmelon. 4 Mana. Draw a 7-. 8-. 9- and 10-cost card. Thunder rumbles. Winds howl. A storm rages, even though the weather outside is perfectly clear. I fall to my knees. "It's a cheaper Sprint that tutors," I whisper. As the screams of the storm rises to a deafening crescendo I raise my voice to yell above the ceaseless pounding in my ears. "It's a cheaper Sprint that tutors! It's a damn cheaper Sprint that tutors! You animals! You buffed it! Damn you! God damn you all to hell!" The storm crashes down on my body. I lay there, on the floor, twitching, drooling. Once again I wake. My memory is hazy, save for a single phrase unraveling through the scorched remains of my conscious: It's a cheaper Sprint that tutors...

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