Hearthstone: Kobolds and Catacombs

The evening arrived; the boys and girls took their places. The admin, in his ‘The Dude’ uniform, stationed himself at the game servers; his well-to-do assistants ranged themselves behind him; the Hearthstone packs were served out; and a long grace was said over the forums. The packs disappeared; the children whispered to each other, and winked at Brendon, while his friends list nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with boredom, and reckless with ennui. He opened a forum post; addressing the admin, meager card collection in mind, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:

“Please, sir, I want some more.”

The admin was a wealthy, happy man; but he grew very annoyed. He gazed in stupefied astonishment at the forum post for some seconds, and then clung for support to a server. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys and girls with fear.

“What!” the admin replied at length, feeling faint.

“Please, sir,” replied Brendon, “I want some more.”

The admin opened a ticket for Brendon’s battle.net account; locked the post; and shrieked aloud for the Brodel.