Trav Nasty

The nastiest player in the game.


DC3

Drawing it up.


Arthur Buttocks

Lost in space.


The team managed to remember to bring their jerseys for their first GP under the HC banner. During the seventeen hour drive from the airport to the hotel they discussed the deck for the tournament, Burn. After taking 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place in the GP they stuffed their faces with barbeque and banana pudding and prepared for the long drive back to the airport.

The team showed up with their Burn decks in sunny Portland. They discussed who would scoop to who in the finals as they walked to the event but stumbled on a dispensary, just across the street from the event. The events that followed are highly disputed amongst Magic scholars. Some say it was their strongest tournament to date. Others, that they savaged a 5 pound back of gummy bears and disappeared.

Trav Nasty and Mr. Buttocks were excited to see their friend DC3 for GP LA. While waiting in their hotel room, an envelope slid under the door. DC3 had been kidnapped and the only way to guarantee his return was to take a dive in the GP. The Triforce was shattered. The Boxcar Brothers, swallowing their pride, allowed their opponents to beat them, hoping to see that sweet Coke can one more time.