Come on, mate. It’s not just a bunch, it’s fifty-two fucking cards. Complete with its own arbitrary monarchal form of government. Who is the fucking Jack of England? Of Thailand? It’s got its own base-14 (seriously, fuckers?) numerical system where one isn’t one but some other fucking word that escapes me, and is higher than the rest of the fucking cards. And don’t get me started about the suits. I’ll grant you hearts, but why are clovers not green but black and called something else? Why are diamonds red? Rubies are right fucking there! And why are shovels called not called shovels? Call a spade a spade!
I have been trained by Balatro for clubs to be blue and diamonds to be orange… Now looking at a normal deck of cards feels wrong.
Also it’s a lot easier to remember a deck of cards in the late game when it’s only 28 cards and 23 of them are 3 of hearts with a couple rocks thrown in.
Come on, mate. It’s not just a bunch, it’s fifty-two fucking cards. Complete with its own arbitrary monarchal form of government. Who is the fucking Jack of England? Of Thailand? It’s got its own base-14 (seriously, fuckers?) numerical system where one isn’t one but some other fucking word that escapes me, and is higher than the rest of the fucking cards. And don’t get me started about the suits. I’ll grant you hearts, but why are clovers not green but black and called something else? Why are diamonds red? Rubies are right fucking there! And why are shovels called not called shovels? Call a spade a spade!
It’s god damn near impossible.
I’m guilty of underestimating once more the power of evolution brought forward by the human mind.
I have been trained by Balatro for clubs to be blue and diamonds to be orange… Now looking at a normal deck of cards feels wrong.
Also it’s a lot easier to remember a deck of cards in the late game when it’s only 28 cards and 23 of them are 3 of hearts with a couple rocks thrown in.