There is an incredible book called The Master of Go by Yasunari Kawabata, a Nobel-winning Japanese author. It’s based on the true story of a master-level Go game that took six months.
I know that doesn’t sound very interesting, but trust me. It really is.
And they knew it was terrestrial in origin, because only one dish picked it up, whereas if it was was of outerstellar origin, multiple sites would have received it.
These were the group at college with the collective smell playing Magic: The Gathering. I suppose mild autism, or what used to be called Aspergers. Never disliked them, but they were certainly different. I’m likely somewhere on the spectrum, and not just because “it’s a spectrum”, but it didn’t quite manifest like that for me.
You know, I always associated dirty, smelly degenerates with magic until I started playing - (I validated that by being the dirty smelly degenerate 😉) it was interesting finding out that potentially due to the high cost of the decks, a good part of the playerbase actually really had their shit together. We’re talking engineers, pediatricians, lawyers etc. who could afford to throw $500 down on cardboard. Enough folks were married that my wife started calling the place “husband daycare”
Of course the smelly smell still made an appearance, I was able to determine if a particular person was in the local game store (LGS) by smell alone, the moment I walked into the store.
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