A 34 hour record of my AOMC - 6th place

It's 11:57 PM, June 13th. I'm pre-writing this section as I am putting this list together last minute. As always, I'm preparing for a major tournament by putting together a list I have never played before, having run out of ideas for runner. I've decided that my lobi orca Ryō isn't going to cut it after going 3-3 during the summer showdown, and I have been playing literally nothing else over the last three weeks.

I'm sitting at my desk, in an unfamiliar chair, in the apartment I've moved into over the last three days. I kick the ethernet chord keeping my connection to nrdb alive. I hear creaking every time I try to adjust my seating. I can smell the remains of the congee I ate two hours ago. I think about the call I received an hour ago about the birthday party I had totally forgotten to go to. Swedish music that I do not understand is playing from my spotify playlist. I take off my headphones to walk to the kitchen and grab a banana. My socks are halfway off my feet, and I'm missing my shirt.

I wonder how I've gotten myself in this position.

I'm going to go play one game on jnet, and I'll probably bring this to tournament.

It is 8.5 hours before the tournament.

It is 30 minutes before the tournament, 8:30-ish.

I am listening to the worst morning music ever (If you've been following league of legends over the past few weeks, you know) while I tweak the last remains of my Ari deck. I am eating the banana that I said I would grab last night but did not. After walking over to grab it I'd realized my fridge had been slightly open for all night. As I sit back down my alarm starts blaring because I forgot to turn it off after waking up.

I add Storgotic Resonator to my Egg deck. I miss my chair (it's not gone I just haven't moved it to my new place yet).

It is 20 minutes before the tournament.

It is right after round 1. I've stolen a Vulnerability Audit to win out. I got 5 credits and 5 cards off of 2 In the Groove uses. If anything I will be enjoying the hell out of that combo today.

It is 12:34, lunch break. I've somehow gone 4-0 and am starting to feel the pressure. I start looking back through my horrible tournament record on ABR to remind myself where I came from.

The chair squeaks. I miss Kit.

It is 1:29 PM. I'm thinking about how I just died to Measured Response, and how I was 1 credit short to survive and I had made two mistakes that could've saved me (I spent 1 for a cup host instead of using Azimat, and I could've clicked wheels for a bonus credit).

Exhaustion is setting in. I clean up the pasta I ate for lunch. I wish that I had enough time to make a real snack run.

I consider changing out the song I've been playing on repeat for the last five rounds.

It's 2:13 PM. I'm playing Super Earth Music at max volume. I probably made the cut with an AU Co kill.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding for the last 30 minutes. I lean back. The chair squeaks.

It is 2:40-ish. I am laying in my bed, having ID'd to the top cut. The tingly feeling in my arms has gone away. I am typing this from my phone instead of the computer.

I'm exhausted, and also proud.

It is 7:40 PM. Fresh snacks line my kitchen. I've grabbed my chair and am now writing this from it at my desk. No more squeaking. Time for some rest and relaxation before tomorrow.

It's 12:18 AM late night. I've just got off the longest call about trying to fix my internet going down. Apparently not registering your modem will mean that eventually they'll shut you down for some reason idk. At least that's fixed for tomorrow. Time to sleep.

It is 8:50 AM. I have chosen to run for the first round. I am hyping myself up with Furi music. Instead of prepping I've been drafting a Ryō Detente Shred Chastushka deck. Netrunnerdb is loading slowly for me. I have no idea why.

It's 10:30 AM, I'm knocked out. Honestly not feeling too bad all things considered. I feel like my gameplay was pretty bad compared to yesterday, but honestly just getting here has been pretty great.

I turn off the Furi music and let out a sign of relief. I lean back in my chair. There is no squeak. Life is good.