Things punk-ass kids say in the library that I overhear:
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“How long have you been playing?”
“Oh, like four years.”
“Do you have a lot of good cards?”
“Yeah, I even have The Dark.”
“What’s that?”
It’s like, the first cards that came out.”
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“I even beat the original Zelda. You know, on the N64.”
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And I died a little bit, each time. Thus reconfirming my status as a renegade dork hero. And then one of the little prats tried to regenerate a goblin he had just sacrificed, and I was forced to step in. I’m not sure what they thought, some guy who was moments before quietly reading the shelves next to them, all of a sudden informing them that they were not playing the game correctly. I also explained that you could block with a creature, and then sacrifice it before damage was dealt, and the attacking creature would still be blocked, but would itself take no damage. They looked momentarily as though I’d grown horns.
It was great.
2 replies on “Renegade dork hero”
Is that like when one of my calc 1 students informs me that he “is totally a math genius” and “should get an A” because he found a “new way” to add fractions? Namely, “add the tops then add the bottoms.”
That is so nerd-core! Way to be.