The Patron Wizard around these parts is KungMarkus. When he organized the first Arvika Festival tournament four years ago, we were 16 players. Hardy and myself were the strangers. A couple of years into the Festival the Arvika players also got responsibility for hosting the Scandinavian Championship. This gathering, the sixth tournament were the Arvika Crew invite the rest of the country to battle on their turf, saw somewhere around 85. This time we even had distinguished guests from the continent, with ViennaGeddon organizer Mitja Held and reigning world champion Alban Lauter from Germany joining the fight.
Last time I set foot in Arvika I brought The Deck. It was my virgin journey with the boogie man of the format, and I can't say I didn't enjoy it. I like drawing cards and playing the legendary artifacts that pile brings, and my initial plan was to sleeve it up for a second time. My competitive gene was in unusually high spirits for this gathering, and I'm yet to pick up a Giant Shark myself. But then I recalled last time at the championship, and how the length of the rounds and intense sound level made me unable to fully enjoy the experience between matches. So I decided to scrap my control plans and give UR Burn a try. Never played that one before, and it could be interesting to check out its power level from a pilot's perspective.
I sleeved it up and tried out a bunch of games against the goldfish and a few real decks. And my god, that pile is one horrible way to arrange Magic cards. It won, sure, but I can hardly image a deck I felt more bored playing. I would rather challenge my opponents to a game of Monopoly than play this deck for seven rounds. I am not saying that Olle Råde or Gordon Anderson are wrong to enjoy this deck, fun is clearly subjective, but piloting this deck for me was about as fun as eating a bag of salt.
I threw it away, and went back to more familiar grounds. It had been a few years since I last sleeved up Distress, and I had gotten my hands on a second The Abyss since then. The temporal spike in me made an easy upgrade by splashing the blue-pack, and I was off to the races.
As every time before I've joined a tournament in Arvika, my partner at the train would be Hardy. Hardy is currently on parental leave, and his fiancee was away for the weekend, so he brought along the six-month old for the ride. Dadgic: The Fathering.
|Carro and KungMarkus keeping the fort.|
|Now I can't unsee it.|
Back to the train.
|Fellow Oslo Magician Michael Kjebekk.|
|What the actual balls. All the whiskey in the world, branded glass and bottles, and sweet stuff.|
|Ruaro and The Beef. Note the Juzam tattoo btw :)|
|Shenanigans in the makings.|
|The main room, hosting a little north of 50 players. This was the first time in Arvika we needed to open up more rooms to fit everybody.|
|Room B, with the top tables. Lots of familar faces all around.|
|Hardy got his own table to accompany the stroller and kid. Also note the sweet Norway Oldschool Mtg t-shirt. Rad stuff.|
|William's trading table has become a fixture at the major Swedish gatherings.|
|Facing off against 2017 Rookie of the Year Erik Sjödin from the Ö-vik community. Started the match with a decisive Timetwister for 21 damage, but in the end lost a close match against his WR Midrange.|
|Facing off against Kalle in round five. Hide your children.|
|We did get some cheering from the bar though :)|
|And I got some swag! Thanks Kalle!|
|Erland's binder. Somewhat HP Beta Ancestral right there.|
|Mitja managed to reach the top8, despite a truly impressive intoxication level. He won his quarterfinal, but the alcohol prompted him to drop in the semis. Fairly rare occurrence in most 80+ player Mtg tournaments. Welcome to Arvika.|
|Tap your Island, you take 10. As Garfield intended.|
|Surprisingly I don't think we managed to steal any of each others Psychic Venoms, but I did find an extra Braingeyser in my deck when I got home and unpacked. Sorry about that, it is coming in the mail.|
|Loff vs Audun in more Alpha shenanigans.|
|The Alpha tables are filling up.|
|Friendship is Magic.|
|Back to life. The sun shines over Arvika.|
|The traditional post-tournament pizza.|
|Swinging by one of the hotels, spellslingers keep spellslinging in the lobby.|
|Honka getting back into the game.|
|Hardy contemplating his tech.|
|The final treasure. Thank you so much, this was fantastic.|