>EXCERPT FROM THE NOTES OF CORRESPONDENT #314, AKA "RICHARD", ETC."I won the 'paddleboard' contest, naturally. The feline proved inferior in the face of unexpected circumstances, and I enjoyed some leisure time. I had not doubted my competence, of course, but it did solidify that I might have an easier time than anticipated. Hopefully Charlie was here to watch it.
Almost as soon as it was completed, the next round was thrust upon me. This time, my opponent was the man with the obscene hair--- the father of the Charlie-like woman I had spoken to previously. Speaking forthrightly, I could not win any physical contest with him, and I had been warned that trickery was off the table. I found it exceedingly fortunate, then, that the round was centered on pure strategy. A card game.
I had never played this 'Magic the Gathering' before, but I swiftly learned that 'Karn' had not either (though allegedly he had fought some of the monsters the cards depicted, an experience I did not find applicable). I was wary of the title, but could not find true haemic influence in the game. It was fictional. Better 'Magyck the Gathering,' then.
With that resolved, I found a liking in the card game. Deceptively straightforward, it masked a wealth of strategy I fear my opponent is not well-suited to grasp (no matter how much his daughter might attempt to explain). I would not cheat, of course. I was warned. But I found that all manner of chicanery was possible within the letter of the tournament rules. He would attempt to win through raw power, as anticipated--- but how well would raw power hold up if my opponent were unable to play his cards at all? If he were to sit there, waiting patiently, then less patiently, as my own cards activated infinitely? We would find out. But I think I knew the answer."
>Richard (Drowned Quest Redux)----
"A noble knight versus a lowborn officer. It should be a clear advantage. But if I've learned anything from Charlie, nobility is no mark of refinement."
>Rolling for vote:1 = Mark
2 = Reynauld
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>>6023445"As the game was about to begin, I was presented with a sheet of paper. On it, an audience member had drawn myself (my body) in a compromising position. I was remarkably hairy, though I suppose most mammals are.
I did not know how to feel. I suppose I have an admirer. I would hope they would admire me more for my unique talents than for my physical form, however."
