A Quick Game of MagicDuel Trivial Pursuit

It was a day much like any other. I sat with Tree and relaxed happily when who should pop up but my old friend Ledah. When I say "friend" let me be blunt, I am being sarcastic. In any event, Ledah wasn’t harming Tree so I did nothing to harm him. It was a quiet day in the realm, as it had been for much time now, hours drew long and activity was missing. Ledah suggested we play a game, a game we had played a number of times before and no doubt will again, a famous game, a game called “MD Trivial Pursuit”. Yes, that’s right, none of this clever quizzing for rewards. No, the real mettle of a person in MD can be measured by a good game of MD Trivial pursuit and so we rolled.

“I bagsie Green,” I said grabbing the green marker. “What colour do you want Ledah? Pink?” Ledah frowned and stole away the black marker indignantly. “Ok, who else is playing?” yelled Ledah. We awaited the response of Intrigue, who sat silently next to us, but she politely declined. Then Kafuuka came wandering by, greeting all and decided to have a seat and play along after a bit of coercion from our fine enemy puppet. “What colour will you be Kafuuka?” I questioned. “Bordeaux,” he replied with his usual deadpan expression. I chuckled, “Red it is!” and tossed the little marker in Kafuuka’s general direction. “Right then, your roll, Ledah.” The puppet obliged and rolled a 5.
“History, Geography or Lore?” I questioned. Ledah pondered a while and asked for Lore. “What are frogs you can find in the lands of Magic Duel?” Ledah looked puzzled a minute and then a flash of inspiration.
"A poisoned arrow frog, a noisy toad and….Je Suis Oeufs Fous!” he replied excitedly.  This refers to a previous incident where said person was turned into a frog called Je the Green.
I raised my eyebrow “…erm….no, the answer is a Quack Toad, A Ribbit frog and a Green frog.”
“Noooo!” Ledah exclaimed before tossing the dice to Kafuuka.  As he did so, Assira the Black crept past and silently sat down to watch the goings on without a word. Kafuuka rolled a 2 and Ledah swiftly asked, “What are the average expenses of UK politicians?”
Kafuuka looked rather puzzled, “Huh?”
Ledah simply grinned stupidly, but unfortunately, no one else knew what in the world he was talking about or even what a UK was.

“Join us Assira?” I asked without looking up, and she shuffled over and rolled the dice. With a cheeky grin, Ledah chucked the pink marker at her as she did so. “A 2, I believe the honour is yours, cookie boy,” I said throwing some grass at Kafuuka.
He ignored me, “Math, Cookies, or Ancient Literature” he said. When she responded with “Cookies,” I groaned and dragged a hand down my face. My lack of affinity for cookies was well known and a giggle came from Intrigue’s direction.
“What are the ingredients for sand cookies?” asked Kafuuka with a wry smile.
“Umm…Sand, milk, and eggs?” Kafuuka shook his head and then paused for what seemed like an eternity.

When he finally came out of his trance, which I can only assume was a vision of cookies, he said, “Oh, it’s butter, flour, salt, sugar and an egg yolk, no milk and definitely no sand.”
“But, but... that just sounds like a normal cookie!” I protested.
“No it doesn’t! The egg is from a winderwild!” retorted Ledah. Intrigue shook her head.
“So where does the sand come in then?”
“It’s a trick question: no sand!” Kafuuka said triumphantly with a big grin. “No milk makes it dry and sand-like.”
“Cheat!” I bellowed. Intrigue sighed and shook her head.
“I declare this debate open!” yelled Ledah.
“I wanna see this sand cookie,” Intrigue stated, holding out her hand.
“How can I cheat when I was never told the rules?” demanded Kafuuka with a deep-set frown wrinkling his brow. Ledah turned around and slapped Kafuuka across the chops. With slight shock, and eyes squinted, he exclaimed, “And they say the games in my old realm are violent.”
“This isn’t violent…Brutal maybe…” answered Ledah before getting up and kicking Bob. “Gotta run!”
Intrigue beat him over the head with her satchel in response.
“Keep that up and I’ll make you eat real sand-cookies!” I bellowed after him.
“How dishonourable. A hit and run.” remarked a hand-print faced Kafuuka.

I angrily threw the dice to take my turn, rolling a 5. “I hate that puppet.”
“It’s not the puppet but the puppeteer who’s at fault,” said a wise Kafuuka.
“I still hate the puppet, I don’t care if that is foolish, consider me but a fool.”
Assira broke the discussion with her question, “People, Places, or Items?” I scratched the stubble on my face in thought on the matter and chose Places. “Name the place where people come to hang out and can go just about anywhere with the right sequences of letters.”
“It’s a step to the left: Gazebo of Equilibrium.” I grinned, proud I had the question right while hoping my reward wasn't a slap from Ledah. Instead, Intrigue shoved a flower behind my ear. After Kafuuka made his next move and chose History as his topic, I asked, “What man is only half what he once was due to his journeys; also known as the Ferry Man?” to which Intrigue’s hand shot up in the air and she waved it about. I found this most amusing seeing as she wasn’t playing.
Kafuuka considered the question. “Gah, names... It was Simply-Some-Number, wasn't it? Simply pie?”
“Pie isn't a number; it's food!” Intrigue blurted out.
Assira slipped away, saying her goodbyes to all as Kafuuka gave a short lesson on Mathematics. “Then what is the formula for the surface of a circle in function of its radius?”
“That’s the thingymo with the weird numbers and diameters and radial stuffs,” she responded and Kafuuka let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. I had suggested the answer was paper plus scissors, but a passing Pipstickz had retorted with rock. Call me a rock! How rude! Me? A rock? Pah! I mean I may have a head made of lead but…wait…what was my point? Oh, yes, then Intrigue called me a squooshy goober and stuck her tongue out at me. I mean, honestly, these people! What occurred then was a small war: Intrigue tried to attack me with her marker pens, and I threatened to stab her with a quill in response, as I had done on previous occasions. After some excessive running around, we were both covered in permanent marker and had had a long talk with Kafuuka about what the term "Street Fighter" meant as, as per usual, he didn’t understand and thought that meant it was someone who fought with streets, which seemed ridiculous to him, as it would to anyone.
The scene descended into verbal debates and odd explanations, and as with any good game of MD Trivial Pursuit, the game itself soon faded into obscurity to be brought back out to play another day.