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Alex D

Through the Ages. Age of Empires. Barbarians, Mages. Castle Crashers fires.

My time at Pratt. Was mostly tragic. Until the day I sat and conjured Magic.

Ramp with green, fire red, heavenly white, black is dead, knowledge blue, knowledge grew. Peeling packs, growing stacks… Stack the decks, they’ll get wrecked!

They may curse you to the depths of Hades, and if so I challenge them to these! Godly games at my tournament house, then they’ll see… Everything’s coming up Milhouse!

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