Allow me to set a scene here:
It was a little after noon on a Wednesday in August. Rich (my roommate) and I were sitting at the kitchen table in our pajamas or whatever clothes we had fallen asleep in the night before and our combined hours of having been awake that day were probably two, at best. Rich was working under the white glow of a fluorescent lamp, meticulously painting Warhammer 40,000 game pieces. I was focused on putting together a Magic: The Gathering deck. I believe it was green/white and hinged on getting one of my two Planeswalkers into play early on.
“You know,” Rich started, “If twelve-year-old me could see me now he’d be thinking, ‘I bet his girlfriend’s in the other room.'”
“Yeah, well if twelve-year-old me could see me now he’s probably think, ‘Well, I don’t see a wedding ring. Looks like I haven’t been laid yet.'”
The truth of the matter is twelve-year-old Tony would want to know why I say playing Magic instead of the Star Wars Customizable Card Game. I good question indeed.
The Star Wars game, henceforth known as SW:CCG, was an obsession of mine. For three years it consumed my life in a way that only something Star Wars related can. It got to the point where I would dream about getting certain cards in a pack and when I would tell that to my few friends, who also collected the cards, even they would say “Damn, dude, you need to cut it back.”
Eventually we all cut it back. We sort of out grew the game, which was easy to do because it was mind-numbingly hard to play and aside from collecting, which became increasingly expensive, there was no real purpose to shelling over cash for cards. But when we were all at out peaks, when we never went anywhere without our Light and Dark Side decks, it was a hell of a lot of fun, even if we never actually knew how to play the game correctly.
This brings me back to Magic and Warhammer. This past summer my apartment saw a resurgence in the nerdy games we played as kids. I never touched Magic before this past July, and now there are stacks of cards all over the place. It got me thinking about all the hours–and dollars–spent on the SW:CCG. My only memory of it was that it was confusing and that one fateful week I got two–count ’em two!–Darth Vader cards in two consecutive packs.
So, in keeping with my mission to re-explore the galaxy, I plan to go back and see if, with the help of my gaming accomplices and an older if not necessarily more matured brain, I can wrap my head around this little slice of fanboy nostalgia. I dug out all the cards from my parents’ attic and just got my introductory, starter set off eBay. The plan, after getting a handle on the game in it’s most simplified terms, is to build a deck from scratch using only the Premiere set of cards. After that I will go through the expansions one at a time, adding cards and relearning the game’s once-ever expanding rulebook. If I fail, well then at least I have a couple thousand cool looking book marks.