Darwin Kastle recently shared his own Magic story and I want to continue to explore mine. But my story doesn't involve any Pro Tour Top 8s or GP near misses, and there are barely any adventures involving beautiful women throwing themselves at me. So instead of boring you by using an Amis-style objective correlative to build a narrative, I thought it better to tackle the subject more seriously.
Why in the name of all that is good and decent in the world have I spent so much time on a hobby that in case of a zombie apocalypse will only leave me with a rather large pile of kindling?
I would guess, three days of continuous burning.