El Cardquistador

One Click and Gone

One click and I’m gone. No appeal, no arbitration, no “but I meant well.” Just a single decision, and my access disappears. It’s not a blow—it’s information. A signal: the room isn’t for me anymore, and that’s fine.

I take note, adjust, and move on. No grudges, no fuss, no backpedaling. Just motion.

Chasing Side Quests

I’m loud. I riff. I drift. I chase side quests mid-auction. I probe the players, toss questions into the room, spark debates—“Was Bonds really a better hitter than Rose?” I’ll call out a hot streak or a dud—“Dingler isn’t hitting well this year”—or drop other observations on the game.

Sometimes it spirals into chaos, and I think it’s fantastic. Not everyone does. But I’m not trying to derail the seller—I want them to win. I track the vibe. I guard the rhythm. I know when to back off. Usually.

I’m here to enjoy myself. To spark side threads. To drop punchlines. To make the room feel alive. That doesn’t always land. That doesn’t always fit. And when it doesn’t—you blocked me. That’s okay. You want clean signal, I bring color. You want focus, I bring side quests. You made a call. I respect it. You tuned me out. You protected your flow. That’s autonomy. That’s rhythm. That’s okay.

Riffs and Boundaries

I don’t dog your bids. I don’t shame your picks. I don’t poke at other people in the room (unless we have a mutual history of this type of fun). But if you’ve heard me riff on Craig Griffey one too many times, or another Strawberry or Gooden snorting-the-first-baseline joke—you’ve probably heard enough. I get it. I really do.

I won’t repackage my tone. I won’t plead for reentry. I won’t ask for a reframe. You made a boundary. I honor it.

Rhythm Shift

This isn’t a feud. You blocked me. I pivot. No drama. No debrief. Just motion. Sometimes my signal clutters the feed. Sometimes the room finds its rhythm without me. That’s not exile—it’s a clean edit.

There are a thousand chats, a thousand rooms, a thousand rhythms waiting. I’ll find another. I’ll riff again. Someone else will laugh, someone else will roll their eyes, and the cycle will spin on.

So no hard feelings. You blocked me—and that’s okay. We both protected our peace, in our own ways.

I’m not for every room. That’s not a flaw—it’s a fact. I riff where I’m welcome, and I exit where I’m not. No edits. No echoes. Just rhythm.

You blocked me—and that’s okay.