A Review of Seasons; or How I Learned to Live Without Magic: The Gathering
There was once a point in my life when I was addicted to little scraps of cardboard. They held the power to move stars, summon demons, smite my enemies, and stymie the most panic-inducing enemy advance. They were powered by the energy of land - mountains, plains, forests, islands, swamps - and they invoked equal parts fear and wonder from my opponents.
They were beautifully illustrated and I would slide them delicately into plastic sleeves and package them reverently into hard cases. Yes friends, there was a time when Magic: The Gathering ruled my life. But like all addictions, I had to step away for the good of my health (and bank account!). You may ask, "Donny, how have you been able to cope with such a dramatic change in your life?" And I would say to you, "Reader, one word: Seasons."
They were beautifully illustrated and I would slide them delicately into plastic sleeves and package them reverently into hard cases. Yes friends, there was a time when Magic: The Gathering ruled my life. But like all addictions, I had to step away for the good of my health (and bank account!). You may ask, "Donny, how have you been able to cope with such a dramatic change in your life?" And I would say to you, "Reader, one word: Seasons."
