So many people have stories of their parents disposing of their Magic collection. Throwing it out "because it's a stupid kids game", selling it at a huge loss and taking the money, putting it out at a yard sale, etc.
When this happened, how did you respond? I never hear the rest of the story, so please do share.
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In 1996 I gave my brother a box of about 4000 Fallen Empires, Ice Age, Dark, Revised, and Unlimited cards. The Unlimited was picked clean even by today's standards, but the Revised had somewhere between 60-80 dual lands. He left them at my parents when I left for college and when he moved out they just threw all his stuff away. So, it wasn't really mine anymore but it still sucks knowing that there were 8-9 Volcanic and Tropical Islands in there. Oh well
A member of my League of Legends team and beauty and the geek competitor :P.... Had his collection thrown out because his mother was convinced it was part of a satanic cult.
This one kid I knew in high school had started collecting/trading MTG from the nearly the very beginning, so he had thousands of cards from Beta and Unlimited. He had about a dozen black lotuses, a few dozen moxes, a few ancestrals, time walks, timetwisters, and a ton of dual lands, etc.
His parents were extremely religious and not particularly intelligent, so naturally when they found his card collection they saw some of the black cards and assumed it was some sort of satanic game and promptly tossed the entire collection into the fire in the fireplace.
The kid knelt to the ground in despair, sobbing uncontrollably at the tens upon tens upon tens of thousands of dollars worth of cards he had just lost to his parents' boundless stupidity.
As he knelt there sobbing, he noticed that one of his cards had apparently remain unseen by his parents, as it was lying on the floor underneath his bed just out of sight. He quickly crawled to it and grabbed it out from under the bed and looked at it. It was a "Lord of the Pit". He sighed to himself that it wasn't a power 9 card, so he couldn't exchange it for enough money to start buying up budget rares and trade with therm to start rebuilding his collection, so he stuffed it into his pocket and glumly trudged outside into the back yard to get some air and mourn the loss of his collection.
He gloomily sauntered over to the old, mossy, long forgotten well they had in the back corner of the yard and looked down into it idly.
Suddenly the marshy swampland just past the edge of the back fence of his yard (they lived in the deep south) began rumbling and vibrating like nothing he'd ever seen before in his life, and it was as if electricity had filled the air, and all the hairs on his body stood end to end.
The card in his pocket became blisteringly hot, nearly scorching the side of his thigh as it rose up out of his pocket and hovered in the air before him. Long winding ropes of electricity sizzled off the swamplands, joining together as they tethered to the card, which began rising up into the air. Then there was an enormous flash of light, and everything went deathly quiet and still for a moment.
"WTF WAS THAT!?!??" he wondered.
He got his answer soon enough.
A deep growl, so deep it was more felt than heard, echoed through the chilly night air. Car alarms went off. Dogs all up and down his street began barking and yelping in a panic.
At first he wasn't sure where the sound was coming from, but then he realized... it was coming from the old well. But that old well had been dried up for ages. It could hardly be called a well. Maybe a p-
-suddenly the realization hit him like a slap across the face.
"PIT! It's a PIT!!!!"
He sprinted to the edge and looked down into it.
Sure enough, two dimly glowing narrow eyes were looking up at him, and he could just barely make out the faint outlines of a fiendish grin spreading across its face, composed of rows and rows of horrific fangs.
The monstrous creature squatted down and then leaped upward with such force that it cracked the earth around him. It flew up out of the pit, rocketing skyward, and then flapped it's enormous wings, "woooooooooosh.... wooooooooooosh.... wooooooooooooosh", hovering there up in the air above his house.
Then it slowly descended to the lawn and knelt and bowed down before him, nodding ever so slightly with its head, indicating that he should hop on board.
The kid wasn't sure whether to be terrified or thrilled, but he wasn't about to try to argue with the thing, so he obliged, and hopped onto it's back, its sinewy muscles bristling chillingly underneath him.
By this point, the kid's parents had scurried out into the yard to see what the hell was going on. His mother clasped her hand over her gaping mouth, and his father trembled at the sight of the monstrosity towering there in front of him.
"SACRIFICE" boomed the Lord of the Pit, ominously, gazing deeply into the eyes of the kids parents.
Although the kid was pretty pissed off at his parents, he decided it would be a bit overboard to sacrifice one of them to it as part of its upkeep cost.
"My dad's car!" the kid shouted, pointing at his father's beautiful, glistening Porsche Carrera parked in the driveway.
"NEED CREATURE. NOT ARTIFACT." the Lord of the Pit boomed, beginning to grow annoyed, much to everyone's horror.
"NOOooooo! Not my baby!!!" shrieked the father, hugging the car desperately. "I love her with all my heart!"
"'BABY'? ...'HER'?" The Lord of the Pit contemplated to itself. These were the sorts of words used to describe a creature, not an artifact, it thought to itself.
The Lord of the Pit shrugged its mighty shoulders, deeming the sacrifice acceptable, took a few thundering strides over to the dad's Porsche, seized it between it's massive claws, crumpling it like a beer can, and swallowed it whole.
"Now you know how it feels!" the kid shouted at his parents. "Losing a prized possession, worth tens of thousands of dollars. Not much fun, huh?"
His parents stood there, stammering stupidly, unable to respond.
Then the Lord of the Pit unfurled its giant wings once again, and leaped up into the night sky, the kid still riding on its back.
"So long, suckers!" the kid shouted as he and the Lord of the Pit disappeared into the night.
Not much is known about the kid's travels, but it is rumored that the Lord of the Pit dropped him off somewhere in Scandinavia, as it was the least religious place he could find. The kid got his much needed vacation, away from all the churches and the fireplaces full of unfairly burnt MTG collections, and eventually made his way back home, refreshed, and happy.
His parents hugged him, happy to see that he was okay, and apologized to him for destroying his MTG collection. He forgave them, and they all jumped happily into the air, and the screen freezeframe-paused as they reached their zenith, and the credits rolled to a cheerful upbeat tune, and everyone exited the movie theater and said things like "Meh, the movie was okay I guess, I give it about a 6 out of 10. Not bad, but I still think the car should've counted as an artifact, not a creature." and "Yea, that was a bit of a stretch. Still, a nice effort overall I guess." And the shambling stridegumchewer chewed his gum and nodded to himself like "Yeah, that's fair I guess..."
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...being awesome with a violin doesn't mean you're awesome at writing your own songs. And writing good songs doesn't mean you're good enough at playing an instrument or singing to get a contract with a label.
Reflecting Pool: You know, technically, I *CAN* make any color of mana.
Exotic Orchard: Prove it. Do it right now.
Reflecting Pool: Well, not right now. I need some condi....
Exotic Orchard: LIES. GO DIE IN A FIRE.
Reflecting Pool:
Ha, hysterical! Well done. Now we know the rest of the story.
Lol, it was indeed the way I envisioned Narvuntien's friend's situation to have gone.
In all seriousness though, man I'm soooooo glad I didn't have crazy parents like that. My dad actually played mtg against me when I was a kid. He enjoyed the game as much as I did. None of my friends believed me, until one time I was at a swim meet and some of my teammates were playing some MTG during the off time between races and my father pulled his mono green deck out and started pwning noobs, lol.
My parents were devout Christians and we're very skeptical of Pokémon and even more so of yugioh. I didn't start playing mtg really until a couple years ago so my parents never had to worry about that.
But Pokémon they refused to let me play so I secretly collected cards. And yugioh my parents dismissed it until my church preacher became aware of the cards and told my parents that by playing yugioh I was practicing witchcraft. They promptly through out all my cards and I ran away from home for 2 weeks cuz I was so pissed off.
My parents were devout Christians and we're very skeptical of Pokémon and even more so of yugioh. I didn't start playing mtg really until a couple years ago so my parents never had to worry about that.
But Pokémon they refused to let me play so I secretly collected cards. And yugioh my parents dismissed it until my church preacher became aware of the cards and told my parents that by playing yugioh I was practicing witchcraft. They promptly through out all my cards and I ran away from home for 2 weeks cuz I was so pissed off.
Wow, that is awful. Reminds me of those people who wouldn't let children read Harry Potter novels because they somehow actually took the "witches and wizards" aspect seriously. Sometimes it really makes me wonder whether the people in positions of power who ban kids from playing with/reading these things are actually so dumb or crazy that they genuinely believe the stuff is evil/satanic, or if they just get off on the power trip of intentionally-misconstruing the subject matter at hand in order to be overly mean/controlling of kids just for the sake of it. There are very few things in life that piss me off as thoroughly and completely as this stuff does. Sigh...
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When this happened, how did you respond? I never hear the rest of the story, so please do share.
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His parents were extremely religious and not particularly intelligent, so naturally when they found his card collection they saw some of the black cards and assumed it was some sort of satanic game and promptly tossed the entire collection into the fire in the fireplace.
The kid knelt to the ground in despair, sobbing uncontrollably at the tens upon tens upon tens of thousands of dollars worth of cards he had just lost to his parents' boundless stupidity.
As he knelt there sobbing, he noticed that one of his cards had apparently remain unseen by his parents, as it was lying on the floor underneath his bed just out of sight. He quickly crawled to it and grabbed it out from under the bed and looked at it. It was a "Lord of the Pit". He sighed to himself that it wasn't a power 9 card, so he couldn't exchange it for enough money to start buying up budget rares and trade with therm to start rebuilding his collection, so he stuffed it into his pocket and glumly trudged outside into the back yard to get some air and mourn the loss of his collection.
He gloomily sauntered over to the old, mossy, long forgotten well they had in the back corner of the yard and looked down into it idly.
Suddenly the marshy swampland just past the edge of the back fence of his yard (they lived in the deep south) began rumbling and vibrating like nothing he'd ever seen before in his life, and it was as if electricity had filled the air, and all the hairs on his body stood end to end.
The card in his pocket became blisteringly hot, nearly scorching the side of his thigh as it rose up out of his pocket and hovered in the air before him. Long winding ropes of electricity sizzled off the swamplands, joining together as they tethered to the card, which began rising up into the air. Then there was an enormous flash of light, and everything went deathly quiet and still for a moment.
"WTF WAS THAT!?!??" he wondered.
He got his answer soon enough.
A deep growl, so deep it was more felt than heard, echoed through the chilly night air. Car alarms went off. Dogs all up and down his street began barking and yelping in a panic.
At first he wasn't sure where the sound was coming from, but then he realized... it was coming from the old well. But that old well had been dried up for ages. It could hardly be called a well. Maybe a p-
-suddenly the realization hit him like a slap across the face.
"PIT! It's a PIT!!!!"
He sprinted to the edge and looked down into it.
Sure enough, two dimly glowing narrow eyes were looking up at him, and he could just barely make out the faint outlines of a fiendish grin spreading across its face, composed of rows and rows of horrific fangs.
The monstrous creature squatted down and then leaped upward with such force that it cracked the earth around him. It flew up out of the pit, rocketing skyward, and then flapped it's enormous wings, "woooooooooosh.... wooooooooooosh.... wooooooooooooosh", hovering there up in the air above his house.
Then it slowly descended to the lawn and knelt and bowed down before him, nodding ever so slightly with its head, indicating that he should hop on board.
The kid wasn't sure whether to be terrified or thrilled, but he wasn't about to try to argue with the thing, so he obliged, and hopped onto it's back, its sinewy muscles bristling chillingly underneath him.
By this point, the kid's parents had scurried out into the yard to see what the hell was going on. His mother clasped her hand over her gaping mouth, and his father trembled at the sight of the monstrosity towering there in front of him.
"SACRIFICE" boomed the Lord of the Pit, ominously, gazing deeply into the eyes of the kids parents.
Although the kid was pretty pissed off at his parents, he decided it would be a bit overboard to sacrifice one of them to it as part of its upkeep cost.
"My dad's car!" the kid shouted, pointing at his father's beautiful, glistening Porsche Carrera parked in the driveway.
"NEED CREATURE. NOT ARTIFACT." the Lord of the Pit boomed, beginning to grow annoyed, much to everyone's horror.
"NOOooooo! Not my baby!!!" shrieked the father, hugging the car desperately. "I love her with all my heart!"
"'BABY'? ...'HER'?" The Lord of the Pit contemplated to itself. These were the sorts of words used to describe a creature, not an artifact, it thought to itself.
The Lord of the Pit shrugged its mighty shoulders, deeming the sacrifice acceptable, took a few thundering strides over to the dad's Porsche, seized it between it's massive claws, crumpling it like a beer can, and swallowed it whole.
"MMMM. DELECTABLE", noted the Lord of the Pit, politely.
"Now you know how it feels!" the kid shouted at his parents. "Losing a prized possession, worth tens of thousands of dollars. Not much fun, huh?"
His parents stood there, stammering stupidly, unable to respond.
Then the Lord of the Pit unfurled its giant wings once again, and leaped up into the night sky, the kid still riding on its back.
"So long, suckers!" the kid shouted as he and the Lord of the Pit disappeared into the night.
Not much is known about the kid's travels, but it is rumored that the Lord of the Pit dropped him off somewhere in Scandinavia, as it was the least religious place he could find. The kid got his much needed vacation, away from all the churches and the fireplaces full of unfairly burnt MTG collections, and eventually made his way back home, refreshed, and happy.
His parents hugged him, happy to see that he was okay, and apologized to him for destroying his MTG collection. He forgave them, and they all jumped happily into the air, and the screen freezeframe-paused as they reached their zenith, and the credits rolled to a cheerful upbeat tune, and everyone exited the movie theater and said things like "Meh, the movie was okay I guess, I give it about a 6 out of 10. Not bad, but I still think the car should've counted as an artifact, not a creature." and "Yea, that was a bit of a stretch. Still, a nice effort overall I guess." And the shambling stridegumchewer chewed his gum and nodded to himself like "Yeah, that's fair I guess..."
The end.
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Onering's 4 simple steps that let you solve any problem with Magic's gameplay
Step 1: Identify the problem. What aspect of Magic don't you like? Step 2: Find out how others deal with the problem. How do players deal with this aspect of the game when they run into it? Step 3: Do what those players do. Step 4: No more problem. Bonus: You are now better at Magic. Enjoy those extra wins!
FireFox31
Validating Netdecks and Land Smackdown
Lol, it was indeed the way I envisioned Narvuntien's friend's situation to have gone.
In all seriousness though, man I'm soooooo glad I didn't have crazy parents like that. My dad actually played mtg against me when I was a kid. He enjoyed the game as much as I did. None of my friends believed me, until one time I was at a swim meet and some of my teammates were playing some MTG during the off time between races and my father pulled his mono green deck out and started pwning noobs, lol.
But Pokémon they refused to let me play so I secretly collected cards. And yugioh my parents dismissed it until my church preacher became aware of the cards and told my parents that by playing yugioh I was practicing witchcraft. They promptly through out all my cards and I ran away from home for 2 weeks cuz I was so pissed off.
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Wow, that is awful. Reminds me of those people who wouldn't let children read Harry Potter novels because they somehow actually took the "witches and wizards" aspect seriously. Sometimes it really makes me wonder whether the people in positions of power who ban kids from playing with/reading these things are actually so dumb or crazy that they genuinely believe the stuff is evil/satanic, or if they just get off on the power trip of intentionally-misconstruing the subject matter at hand in order to be overly mean/controlling of kids just for the sake of it. There are very few things in life that piss me off as thoroughly and completely as this stuff does. Sigh...