This week in Dominion games: The season is picking up. The significant lead club is back! Donald X. talks about Nocturne and shares his personal ban list. In spec chat: Berlinale, baby!
Orlando, ma biographie politique: https://www.berlinale.de/de/2023/programm/202314130.html
Dreams’ Gate: https://www.berlinale.de/de/2023/programm/202302234.html
https://dominionleague.org/current_standings
Music by Justin Mahar: Pumped.
This week in Dominion games: We're feeling good. Slow start to the season. Donald X. talks about alts. In spec chat: Downton Abbey.
An incredibly dramatic and therefore very unfaithful trailer for Downton Abbey S1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOM3y4P8TEM
https://dominionleague.org/current_standings
Music by Justin Mahar: Pumped.
This week in Dominion games: The Wrap Up of League Season 55. Math is hard. Another DXV snippet. In spec chat: Thoughts on queerness and politics in Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games trilogy.
https://dominionleague.org/current_standings
Music by Justin Mahar: Pumped.
This week in Dominion games: Just a regular episode. Well, almost. There is a DXV snippet for you. Also: The German Dominion Championship 2022. In spec chat: A panda trap.
https://dominionleague.org/current_standings
Music by Justin Mahar: Pumped.
I've got some presents for you. And love!
Bonus poem:
GRobberRocky
by Sharur
(Adapted from Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky)
‘Twas Brigand, and the Smithy Troves
Did Hireling Gamble Astrolabe:
All Impy were the Sacred Groves,
And the Tomb Rats Upgrabe.
“Beware the GRobberRock, my son!
The plays that gain, the plays that trash!
Beware the Magpie split, and shun
The Groomious Bandit Stash!”
He took his Orchard Hoard in hand;
Long time the Banksome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Throne-Throne tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as a Banish bought he could,
The GRobberRock, with Gifts of Flame,
Came Wisping through the Bargey Woods,
And Baubled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The Orchard Trade went Tracker-Jack!
He left it spent, and with its Tent
He went Triumphing back.
“And hast thou Trained the GRobberRock?
Come to my Alms, my Reapish boy!
O Labjous day! Sun Boon! Delay!”
He Portled in his joy.
‘Twas Brigand, and the Smithy Troves
Did Hireling Gamble Astrolabe:
All Impy were the Sacred Groves,
And the Tomb Rats Upgrabe.
Bonus Bonus poem:
Bureaucrat
by Donald X.
Another nine card board to play
It's Bureaucrat to my dismay
Everything it does is wrong
Puts silvers where they don't belong
Attacking plans but all I see
Is trying to topdeck garbage we
Put in the trash two turns ago
A dud to everyone and so
It's no surprise that now it's gone...
What's that you say? it lingers on?
Well wha'd'ya know, I see it, yes
Just barely good enough I guess
There's Gardens, er, and maybe more
Some tiny bit of fun in store
You know I've come to terms with it
Not every card's a perfect fit
A third edition might do it in
But one of these losers had to win
Open door 24 of the DLW Advent Calendar 2022! Join the discord to look at the card history while you listen to Donald X.
Ode of the day:
Ambassador
by Sharur (ft. volfied)
Based on El Matador by The Kingston Trio (https://youtu.be/8YxiN-wna9U)
Donald help us, he’s here!
Ambassador!
I see your eyes, they are wide as you tremble in fear!
I feel your heart, for it pounds as the junk cards come near!
To the supply, sending Copper I’ll be!
And I will be the one who’s thinning, and so be winning!
No deck control for thee!
Ole, Ole, Ole!
Copper!
Here comes Ambassador!
Ole Ole Ole!
Copper!
Here comes Ambassador!
Donald helped us, he’s gone!
Ambassador!
I see your smile, and I know that the reason is wrong!
Who ever heard of removing a card that’s too strong?
You celebrate as I’m stabbed in the back,
But soon you’ll find it quite upsetting, when you’re regretting,
Thinning you lack!
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray!
Copper!
There goes Ambassador!
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray!
Copper!
There goes Ambassador!
Ole, Ole, Ole!
Copper!
There goes Ambassador!
Ole, Ole, Ole!
Copper!
There goes Ambassador!
Ambassador,
No more, no more, no more, no more…
Open door 23 of the DLW Advent Calendar 2022! Join the discord to look at the card history while you listen to Donald X.
Ode of the day:
Counting House
by Sharur
(to the tune of Ghost Riders in the Sky)
I am a Copper Strategist,
Don’t care for normal draws.
Avoiding thinning’s my real test,
And treasures are my cause.
I scour kingdoms ‘cross the land,
As I search far and wide.
Each starting card, to understand,
The power that’s inside!
Is it today? I need to know!
Is Counting House the buy?
It’s only good in combo decks,
The foolish masses claim.
They’ll eat their words when they get wrecked
By Counting House next game!
A Cellar or a Warehouse,
Surely there will be a Way.
Perhaps if Beggar is the Mouse,
Providing loads of pay.
Is it today? I need to know!
Is Counting House the buy?
But now with new Prosperity,
This key card’s been unmade.
A tragic victim of the
Anti-Copper deck crusade.
The strategies that once I did
Reduced to just a shell.
To Counting House, I can but bid
Safe trav’ling, fare thee well.
Is it today? I need to know!
Is Counting House the buy?
Open door 22 of the DLW Advent Calendar 2022! Join the discord to look at the card history while you listen to Donald X.
Ode of the day:
Silk Road
by saltroza
In the annals of history, myriad nodes
Have been braided and twined into splendid silk roads,
Each traversed till there wasn’t a road left to wend
As it twisted away to a sudden dead end.
Over empires and centuries, goods were conveyed
On a byzantine network that bustled with trade,
Bearing merchants and artisans, spices and wine
Till it frayed into rapid, unhappy decline.
In a web woven later, a corner was dimmed;
With elixirs and murk, there a marketplace brimmed —
Till their ciphers were broken, their leaders arraigned;
As the threads came unravelled, their blocks were unchained.
And the last of the roads, not so keenly adored,
Was an emerald whose shine was too often ignored:
Though well groomed, and itself an admirer of green,
Now it's curved into dust and departed the scene.
So we relish unpicking the warp and the weft
Let the track overgrow; may the trace that is left
Form a place tucked away in a lush, verdant dale
Where we someday might frolic: an untroubled trail.
Open door 21 of the DLW Advent Calendar 2022! Join the discord to look at the card history while you listen to Donald X.
Ode of the day:
Sea Hag
by seanahan
Born by the sea
Raised on its shores
She could see the future,
But only a little
And what she saw brought ruin
And what she saw brought pain
She could see the future,
But only a little
Your future you see, is not yet woven
And the patterns in the deck she could tweak
She could tweak the future, you see
But only a little
And they wanted more
So they hated her and hunted her and despised her for her gifts
And they cast her out into the waters
So she painted her hair bright
And by the pale torch light
She cursed their futures
But only a little
And now she has left us
No more to bring slogs
Never a chance to trigger guard dogs
I know she brought pain
But only a little
In a way we will miss her,
But only a little
Open door 20 of the DLW Advent Calendar 2022! Join the discord to look at the card history while you listen to Donald X.
Ode of the day:
Oracle
by saltroza
The oracle could tell you what’s in store:
In bygone days, she’d share her delphic gift,
But won’t dispense her wisdom any more.
Just drawing through your deck is such a chore;
You’d rather make this shuffle sweet and swift?
The oracle could tell you what’s in store.
Commander of the cards’ elusive lore,
She’d cause the decks to bend and flex and shift —
But won’t dispense her wisdom any more.
Perhaps you hoped your chariots would score?
She’d help you, if you’d only catch her drift:
The oracle could tell you what’s in store.
Although a card we’d frequently ignore,
She offered draw compatible with thrift,
But won’t dispense her wisdom any more.
Perhaps she saw the reaper at her door;
Now huts on legs can draw and curse and sift.
The oracle could tell you what’s in store,
But won’t dispense her wisdom any more.