Zulu's is a real place you can go, technically place(s). Gorb got roped into a Star Trek event by his scions, presumably so he could handle the tab. Magic might be the one thing these boys agree on; one of the key bifurcations between them is that while they both go in for Stars, one prefers Wars while the other prefers Treks. Attempting to shape this conflict has been met with varying degrees of success, provided failure is part of that continuum - near the bottom, I would assume.
Every now and then I raise my periscope into The Plane Of Cardboard and then pull it down again very quickly. Occasionally I will be tempted by one of the Universes Beyond, but it is absolutely vital to remember that even if its Sephiroth or Marneus Calgar or, y'know… Pinkie Pie, the game that you play with them is Magic: The Gathering. I bought boosters with my dishwasher tips more than three decades ago, I feel like I've Magicked. You know? I've gathered all the magic I'm gonna. I could mention the card games I do play, but it would come across like hard launching my new Canadian Girlfriend who Doesn't Even Go Here.
Every now and then I get a glimpse of the strange fish that truly make up the foundation of Magic as a financial engine, either via social media or dark, maybe even prophetic dreams, and I just don't live in that world at all. It helps to really, truly internalize that it's a form of gambling and that this dark drive has a warping effect. Apparently it didn't sell well and has boring art, when it's fun to play with larvae and the art looks like guys from Star Trek. The period of time where we were netdecking Pokemon was the nadir of our engagement with TCGs and pretty much swore us off the medium for years. We attempted to Sweat, and then were drowned in it.
(CW)TB out.
