The Game is The Game

"So who did you steal all this stuff from?" Nidget and I had been sitting in his room for about five seconds before I asked, so you know I was being polite.

"For your information I did not steal 'this' stuff, I stole the things that paid for all of this stuff, but my entry into the game is completely by my own ability." He referenced the game in a manor of reverence I'd never heard the little shorty ever hold, not even in the face of the Sin Mordere.

"What is this game? Just a regular card game?"

"No, I'm sure you won't understand the rules but I'll do my best." For the next TWO FREAKING HOURS! Nidget unloaded on me all the weirdness involved with this game, between collecting cards that have to be authorized by the authority overseeing the game and that were produced in limited numbers, to playing them properly in your deck during the actual event it was a mad house of rules and utter bullshit so astounding I was actually in honor of the absolute madness that it symoblized.

"Did you get all that?"

"Not in the least, but you know what I really don't want to know it at all lets just, lets just do this." And so we did enter The Game. And it was as ridiculous as Nidget tried to explain to me, but to his credit he did need me. Because if you have a game of bullshit, you need Trezlan Lorentino! Wait that sounds bad.