The greatest tournament I would have to say that I was in was the last year in Milwaukee. It was 2002, and i had arrived at the convention with so many hopes of winning worlds that my friends told me that based on the decks that were out there I would probably not do so good. Every day I went to the convention hall playing the only deck that I had brought with me, my Sorscha deck. As Friday slowly approached, I found that my deck had some lucky wins, but for the most part, I was getting my butt kicked. My hopes in winning Worlds that year were fading fast.
Finally came the day of finals, I was a nervous wreck. It was time to play, I was paired up against this deck that was built to take out my deck everything in it did double wounds. Seeing his starting line up, I knew that this game would be over fast, and the odds were against me. I drew my hand and learned that I had built a great deck when I had pulled almost everything to rush his deck. At the end of the game I reported that I had one.
The rest of the day went by pretty fast and i came to an understanding that i could possibly win this tournament. Finally it was the end of the qualifiers. Knowing that I did really well I found myself in 9th place. That night was full of practice and nerves. My friends quizzed me on what if he plays this card and these cards are what you have how do you beat him.
The next morning I found myself playing a deck that I knew I would have problems with. I set up my starting line up and so did my opponent. We rolled our d20’s and drew our hand. Crap nothing in it that would help me. After a few play mistakes my Warlord was killed. We played again; same thing dice rolling and card drawing were not there. My heart sank, all this way and I only took 9th place.
As we were standing talking another player came to me, “if that other Sorscha deck looses, than you take top of your faction as well as the top Sorscha player” Then I remembered I was ranked 9th the other Sorscha player was ranked 11th.
I walked over to the table were everyone was watching this game. The Bounty Hunter in charge of the Warlord worlds whispered to me. “The Sorscha player lost his first game, and he has 15 seconds on the second game to pull a win.”
Seriously I have never had 15 seconds take so long. Everyone was silent; every step was watched every roll was applauded when it killed a character. Than the Bounty Hunter leaned over 5 seconds to go. I swear time stood still at that point, what seemed 30 minutes was actually 5 seconds. Then the Bounty Hunter yelled “times up!” the Sorscha player had lost making me top of the faction and best Sorscha player. Strangers cheered as I was announced as the top of the Mercenaries faction, and everyone cheered when I got the award for it.
I realized after this tournament was over was the fact that GenCon is not so much about the tournaments, its about going to a convention with a lot of other people who have the same dreams as you do, and the gaining of friendships of people that you meet.
