((Welp. Here goes. I fold to peer pressure. Or maybe I fold to peer pressure. I'd definately fold to pier pressure though. You know the deal. Ask and the Plague Pony shall answer.))
Do you really know when to hold them and when to fold them? Do you know when to walk away, and when to run?
Buboes, bile and pox. Bubonic, bird and blue. Rot, decay and infestation. Leprosy, Typhoid and Malaria. Such delightful mites, are they not? The real question my friend, is do you even rift? Anyone can lift things. Few can travel through the madness of the rift. Now now old chap. This is not a card game. For one, hooves make motorcycles a very awkward proposition. As delightful as hay is, I am rather fond of something with a bit more spice. Yes, I do think some spicy meats are called for.