Hearthpwn

I just got done with one of the dumbest/greatest games of Hearthstone I've played in a LONG time.

Me: Elemental/Yogg-Saron Mage
Opponent: Big/Yogg-Saron Druid

I've enjoyed playing Elemental Mage off and on over the years, meta permitting. The recent addition of Confection Cyclone and Grand Finale have reinvigorated its viability, especially with Elemental Allies giving you cheap, reliable draw. All the cheap/generated spells make the deck a perfect home for Yogg-Saron, Master of Fate, and as long as I'm doing big dumb random stuff, I went ahead and chucked a Deck of Lunacy in there for good measure. Ideally, I can play the Deck on the same turn I complete Allies, drawing me three new random cheap-for-their-effect spells.

Today's game was a pretty even back-and-forth. We each had some pretty big swing turns, and we each managed to deal with each other's board. My opponent got their Yogg out first, responding to my first Grand Finale, and it ate all the other minions, gobbling up their stats. I think it was something like 32/32. Not great, but I had some freeze. Pulled a 1-mana Polymorph, so I didn't have to use my Yogg to deal with my opponent's. Turns out this was very important.

I managed a nice big second Grand Finale, and my opponent responded with a board full of corrupted Carnival Clowns, buffed with Survival of the Fittest. So a whole bunch of 8/8 taunts against my four 8/8 non-taunts. Not great. Which means it's time for Yogg to take the wheel. I plunked down my old god, crossed my fingers, and he went to town. Just like my opponent's, my Yogg munched all those minions, gaining a ton of delicious stats. Surely, I had this thing in the bag, right?

Nope. More clowns. Another full board of 8/8 taunt clowns. And my Yogg had already been deployed -- even the Master of Fate couldn't chew through seven clowns in time.

Potion of Illusion to the rescue!

I got myself a new 1-mana 1/1 Yogg and sent him out into the world, facing a tent full of clowns and his own (very) big brother.

Little Yogg ate big Yogg. Little Yogg ate the Yogg that ate the clowns, and then ate seven more clowns of his own. Facing down a 129/127 Champion of Chomping, my opponent conceded, denying me the satisfaction of a big ol' final cronch.

Please feel free to add your tales of Yoggy triumph (or abject failure, because those tend to be pretty entertaining, too)! We all know he's a ridiculous card, and he should be celebrated for his ridiculousness.