The screams of a dying man echoed in the distance. Black smoke thick as tar hung heavy in the air, burning my throat. Through the shadows I could make out broken and twisted limbs though life had long since fled from the inanimate remains. This was hell on earth. But I was alive. The 2017 Player’s Ball in Chicago was now over and I had been baptized in fire. I ended the day with a...
I awoke in a cold sweat. Was it where I left it, tucked safely in my boot? I reached down and instantly felt relief when I touched the worn and tattered parchment between my knife and my foot. The map pointed to a forbidden place where many have died before. Some may have found the place marked by the blood red X, some not. But none have ever lived to tell the tale. I breathed...
The above header picture is the most old school picture of Nashville, TN I could find (circa 1860). I moved here a year and a half ago with my family to start a job and not long after, got back into Magic after not playing since I was a kid.
