You grip the glowing needles and feel centuries of purl-stitch power course through your veins. The grandmothers cheer as you're crowned the Knit Lord, feared across yarn shops and Michaels craft aisles alike. Under your rule, the knitting mafia conquers the crochet gang, and your name is whispered with reverence anytime someone drops a stitch. You are eternal, tangled forever in skeins of glory. Would you like to draw another card?