The closest thing I've done to this is ripping up a playset of Chandras (the crappy Chandra from WWK) to p*** a guy off. He was about 16 years old, but from the way the kid was acting you'd think he was 10. He kept pestering me to trade him the chandras, even though I'd politely explained several times that he didn't have any cards that I was interested in. Finally, after about ten minutes of this, I tore the cards into small pieces and sprinkled the confetti onto his playmat. He left me alone that.
EDIT: On the subject of post-match rage, I have seen someone throw their deckbox into the street after losing 3 rounds in a row at FNM.
The first time I built a Stasis deck using Meloku, The Clouded Mirror, it failed miserably. My expectations were so high for the deck that in a frothing rage I upset the bottle of port at my arm, and hurled myself away from the table. She begged me to come back, but I ignored her pleas, and stepped out into the driving sleet, deck clenched in my hand. I walked for what seemed like miles, ignoring the winds and the damp chill that crept up my feet as I'd set out without first putting on shoes.
Eventually, I came to the top of a ravine that overlooked the village, and with my hair plastered across my scalp, sleet dripping into my eyes, I held the deck over the edge, and demanded to know why I shouldn't let it drop to the furthest depths of hell's cavernous womb, never again to torment my fragile soul with promises of victory.
The deck said nothing, and my rage grew. I screamed at it for an answer, a single reason to allow it to remain in my possession. Still it remained silent. I threatened to throw it, but the deck was unfazed. I raised my eyes towards the dismal gray sky, and shouted that if any power existed to stop me from casting away my deck, it should do so now. Nothing happened.
Out of breath and weary from my wandering, I sat on the wet ground and looked at the deck that so shamed me. How can a man ask a woman's father for her hand in marriage when a simple card game eludes the man's brilliant mind? My thoughts drifted while I shivered there, and eventually, in need of a drink and some warmth, I staggered back towards the waiting lights. The sky was completely dark upon my return, and she was standing outside the door searching for me, intensely troubled at my depature. I said nothing, but went back to the table, and began to shuffle for the next game.
LOL, I'm sorry...but this post WINS the thread. I think we should just close the thread now, and it will die a worthy and useful thread, for having spawned this post.
I have seen rage-aholics before and the most it ever comes to is smashing a controller or slamming a keyboard or something, which is about 100x less destructive then this on the wallet.
While he was throwing one of the cheaper Legacy decks into the fire. Legacy decks have been known to rise in value drastically over the past few years. No one destroys an entire legacy deck even if that deck proceeds to give them horrible hands for 2 years in a row.
The first time I built a Stasis deck using Meloku, The Clouded Mirror, it failed miserably. My expectations were so high for the deck that in a frothing rage I upset the bottle of port at my arm, and hurled myself away from the table. She begged me to come back, but I ignored her pleas, and stepped out into the driving sleet, deck clenched in my hand. I walked for what seemed like miles, ignoring the winds and the damp chill that crept up my feet as I'd set out without first putting on shoes.
Eventually, I came to the top of a ravine that overlooked the village, and with my hair plastered across my scalp, sleet dripping into my eyes, I held the deck over the edge, and demanded to know why I shouldn't let it drop to the furthest depths of hell's cavernous womb, never again to torment my fragile soul with promises of victory.
The deck said nothing, and my rage grew. I screamed at it for an answer, a single reason to allow it to remain in my possession. Still it remained silent. I threatened to throw it, but the deck was unfazed. I raised my eyes towards the dismal gray sky, and shouted that if any power existed to stop me from casting away my deck, it should do so now. Nothing happened.
Out of breath and weary from my wandering, I sat on the wet ground and looked at the deck that so shamed me. How can a man ask a woman's father for her hand in marriage when a simple card game eludes the man's brilliant mind? My thoughts drifted while I shivered there, and eventually, in need of a drink and some warmth, I staggered back towards the waiting lights. The sky was completely dark upon my return, and she was standing outside the door searching for me, intensely troubled at my depature. I said nothing, but went back to the table, and began to shuffle for the next game.
If this site had a post feedback function I would be raping this one's thank you button.
Keep up the writing, sir.
The worst thing I did to my cards was abandon them at a draft event.
lonely little nonblocker goblin cards
;_;
In the future, please find a more appropriate descriptor than "raping."
I think the worst thing that I did to my cards was as a joke I put a razor boomerang into my cube and drafted it with my friends. Then when my friends asked why it was in there I confidently barked "If anyone manages to beat me with that piece of **** I will eat my cards." as a joke.
Well, low and behold the unthinkable happened, and one of my friends managed to get me down to 1 life and ping me with the boomerang.
Immediately following I de-sleeved the card and after ripping it into tiny pieces ate them.
Now its an inside joke with my drafting buddies who this year for my birthday got me a foil razor boomerang to put back into the cube.
While running my Boros Bushwhacker deck, one perfectly capable of winning on turn 3 while in standard, I lost to a proliferate deck. Want to know what its win-con was? Paying 20 mana for Spawnsire of Ulamog's ability to get a bunch of Eldrazi from his sideboard. Want to know what happened? Exactly that. The rage building in my head during that match was insurmountable.
As a result, a friend of mine bought a foil Spawnsire, which he always kept in the front of his binder as a memorial to what had happened. So, one day, I traded him something for it. That bastard card, that had so destroyed my soul. My vengeance? I put it in my Azusa EDH deck. It'll atone for itself when I show some Zur the Enchanter asshat player what's what when I ultimate him and drag in a bunch of Eldrazi.
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Worst thing I've ever done was at a tournament about a few weeks ago. Two colors, 25 lands, and 8 mana dorks in a deck, and I get stuck on three lands in four out of five games, getting doubles in the wrong color all four times. Hurled my deck across the room, apologized to my opponent for losing my temper, and stepped out for some air and kicking of inanimate non-expensive objects.
I get really quiet after losing a match. I sit and stare at my deck with an intensity only stalker victims understand, yes, I stalk my deck...for days if necessary. I wait till the terror I instill in my deck is palpable and then I stop. My deck is safe. The safety doesn't last, unfortunately for my deck it should've heeded its own fears. It was found dead in its apartment of an apparent gunshot wound to the head. I loved that deck...
No, but really I find myself contemplating my mistakes. If I lost to the draw than I simply reshuffle for the next game and hope for better luck!
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I do quite the opposite. If there's a really bad losing streak with my deck, I change sleeves, believing that it'll change their luck somehow. However, I rarely do this. I think I've change sleeves only twice for my deck.
After a string of crap draws I give my deck a spanking, saying "Bad deck! Bad! Don't ever do that again!" and "This hurts me more than this hurts you!" and "I'm only doing this because I love you!"
Kicked my deck out of the house once until it found a real job.
Seriously though, I think the worst thats happened was mana flood/screw one time during EDH and I just put my deck away, swore under my breath, and took a break.
One night, after a really bad game, I first went outside and considered my options, then, having thoroughly done so, I called my cards back, and decided that in the short term, it would be better to make up with them.
After lulling them into a false sense of security, taking them out for walks in the park, quiet dinners, nights on the town, I brought them one weekend to a quiet cottage in the countryside where there was no one around for miles. We played one final game before going to sleep. I thankfully did not get mana-screwed.
The next morning, I woke up early, leaving my cards in the house so as not to disturb them. I took a brisk walk up to the crest of a hill about a mile and a half away from the cottage, and took a deep breath of the country air. My mind was clear, and I felt truly alive.
I then proceeded to call in a tactical airstrike on those mother****ers. The house, and everything in it, was utterly destroyed in the ensuing explosion and fire. I then returned home, took all the cards and sleeves of mine that had ever touched that deck, and shoved them in a 5000 count bulk box. I roughly shoved the box into the driver's seat of my car, and sped off towards the middle of town.
Once I reached the middle of town where my card shop is located, I stopped and pulled my car over to the curb in front of the shop. I opened the door and kicked the box to the curb, spilling its contents on the sidewalk for the world to see. I then slammed the door before the wind could blow any of the cards back in, and sped off, never to be seen again in that town.
That, and I once yelled at the land that was one card too deep in the deck to save me, "WHY ARE YOU SO JANKY?"
Not my story but at an older card shop, one player was playing RG Gruul at an FNM. It was back in the day when the deck was full of $10 and more cards. The deck was probably worth $200+.
Anyways, he lost... a LOT with the deck. Maybe 3 or 4 weeks in a row. I can't vouch for how, be it by bad plays or bad luck but one game, he promptly lost and proceeded to de-sleeve each card, ripping it into two each time. No one stopped him, but the store owners wife took the deck after he threw it away, literally tapped it back together, sleeved it in the same sleeves and played with it.
She won every game that night.
The dude had a history of mental illness in his family. No joke.
I talk to my decks. And ask them why they hate me. Unfortunately, they don't ever provide an answer. Then I move on to the next game, because really... It's just a game.
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Worst I've done? Say "good game", shake their hand, then grab a beer on the walk home from the tournament. After all, it's Magic...not the World Series of Poker.
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Magic decks powered by my hands do not need to win, the opponent's deck fears my cards and refuse to come out in the correct order for fear of me.
My opponents fear playing me for they know I will round house kick them for winning.
My beard is more powerful than a channeled fireball when the opponent has no force of will.
I do not need force of will to stop spells, I have force of me.
I am Chuck Norris.
Edit: To actually answer the question: proceed to the next match.
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Odds of pulling a JtMS from a WWK pack: 1:80
Odds of pulling any specific rare in 5th Edition: 1:133
So, on average, 1 JtMS every 2.222 boxes or 1 Bird of Paradise every 3.694 boxes. Yeah, I'll take my odds with Mythics, they are easier to get than old rares.
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EDIT: On the subject of post-match rage, I have seen someone throw their deckbox into the street after losing 3 rounds in a row at FNM.
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LOL, I'm sorry...but this post WINS the thread. I think we should just close the thread now, and it will die a worthy and useful thread, for having spawned this post.
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=409478
I have seen rage-aholics before and the most it ever comes to is smashing a controller or slamming a keyboard or something, which is about 100x less destructive then this on the wallet.
While he was throwing one of the cheaper Legacy decks into the fire. Legacy decks have been known to rise in value drastically over the past few years. No one destroys an entire legacy deck even if that deck proceeds to give them horrible hands for 2 years in a row.
Feel free to bid on my cards here!
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Keep up the writing, sir.
The worst thing I did to my cards was abandon them at a draft event.
lonely little nonblocker goblin cards
;_;
In the future, please find a more appropriate descriptor than "raping."
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lol nope. The worst thing I do to my cards is sell them when I'm angry at the game.
Well, low and behold the unthinkable happened, and one of my friends managed to get me down to 1 life and ping me with the boomerang.
Immediately following I de-sleeved the card and after ripping it into tiny pieces ate them.
Now its an inside joke with my drafting buddies who this year for my birthday got me a foil razor boomerang to put back into the cube.
Thanks to Rivenor @ //forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=329663"/"> Miraculous Recovery for the Sig!
As a result, a friend of mine bought a foil Spawnsire, which he always kept in the front of his binder as a memorial to what had happened. So, one day, I traded him something for it. That bastard card, that had so destroyed my soul. My vengeance? I put it in my Azusa EDH deck. It'll atone for itself when I show some Zur the Enchanter asshat player what's what when I ultimate him and drag in a bunch of Eldrazi.
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Outside an actual game, I once got so annoyed at opening so many Soulquake from packs that I ate one.
No, but really I find myself contemplating my mistakes. If I lost to the draw than I simply reshuffle for the next game and hope for better luck!
And wow Valarin, that's crazy, that's really like worrisome amounts of rage.
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Weirdly, standard has been BAD since JTMS was banned, it hasn't been fun, nor healthy since.
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The audience seems to like it.
Seriously though, I think the worst thats happened was mana flood/screw one time during EDH and I just put my deck away, swore under my breath, and took a break.
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After lulling them into a false sense of security, taking them out for walks in the park, quiet dinners, nights on the town, I brought them one weekend to a quiet cottage in the countryside where there was no one around for miles. We played one final game before going to sleep. I thankfully did not get mana-screwed.
The next morning, I woke up early, leaving my cards in the house so as not to disturb them. I took a brisk walk up to the crest of a hill about a mile and a half away from the cottage, and took a deep breath of the country air. My mind was clear, and I felt truly alive.
I then proceeded to call in a tactical airstrike on those mother****ers. The house, and everything in it, was utterly destroyed in the ensuing explosion and fire. I then returned home, took all the cards and sleeves of mine that had ever touched that deck, and shoved them in a 5000 count bulk box. I roughly shoved the box into the driver's seat of my car, and sped off towards the middle of town.
Once I reached the middle of town where my card shop is located, I stopped and pulled my car over to the curb in front of the shop. I opened the door and kicked the box to the curb, spilling its contents on the sidewalk for the world to see. I then slammed the door before the wind could blow any of the cards back in, and sped off, never to be seen again in that town.
That, and I once yelled at the land that was one card too deep in the deck to save me, "WHY ARE YOU SO JANKY?"
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Anyways, he lost... a LOT with the deck. Maybe 3 or 4 weeks in a row. I can't vouch for how, be it by bad plays or bad luck but one game, he promptly lost and proceeded to de-sleeve each card, ripping it into two each time. No one stopped him, but the store owners wife took the deck after he threw it away, literally tapped it back together, sleeved it in the same sleeves and played with it.
She won every game that night.
The dude had a history of mental illness in his family. No joke.
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Currently knitting: It's a surprise!
it may take some time to explain."
Jace Beleren, to Garruk Wildspeaker
My opponents fear playing me for they know I will round house kick them for winning.
My beard is more powerful than a channeled fireball when the opponent has no force of will.
I do not need force of will to stop spells, I have force of me.
I am Chuck Norris.
Edit: To actually answer the question: proceed to the next match.
Odds of pulling any specific rare in 5th Edition: 1:133
So, on average, 1 JtMS every 2.222 boxes or 1 Bird of Paradise every 3.694 boxes. Yeah, I'll take my odds with Mythics, they are easier to get than old rares.
Want to support a LGS that finally branched into the selling online world? Send me a pm with your email for a $5 off coupon (usable on purchases of $10 or more) for a LGS that just recently got onto TCG player.