Quote from Faust2391So im counting this thread as a total success. Notice how the use of enough nonsense will berid a threat of whiny people and allow much enjoyable, albeit more random discussion
How dare you, magic is serious business! Now get back to carefully evaluating that card for every format under the sun.
ps: theres a reason you're one of my favourite posters.
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Really? This is a super frowned upon method of grammer.
Erebos' Titan would have been fine.
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Mtgsalvation Spotting: How many posts does it take for someone to complain about Counterspell not being reprinted?
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If they don't reprint Counterspell, how are we going to get promos of it for FNM?
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"Master, I did it. I bent the air, and tamed the snow!"
The old man, without even flinching, dropped to his feet,
The candles landing with care on the dustless floor.
"Have you now?" He asked the student
Who found himself unable to conceal his pride.
"Yes. It was just like you taught me. It was miraculous."
"That is where you are wrong, child.
There are no miracles. Only paths walked
And roads disembarked. And as promised,"
"Do you mean it, Master?!" But the monk
Had already left, leading the smirking student.
The library was an impressive collection, but
in one of the far corners, sat a scroll, unprotected.
The two figures approached, and the Master waved his hand.
The air glistened for a moment, and the room suddenly felt...
Lighter. "What did you do?" But the old monk only smiled.
"Open it, my son. You've become a part of the lore,
The great lineage of the Jeskai."
The young man lunged at the scroll, but stopped, and turned.
"Wait, you told me my performance would be recorded.
How can it possibly already be written in this?"
Strolling behind the student as his eyes danced between
The old man and the scroll, the Master placed his hand on
the confused youth's shoulder.
"Chiiang. The wind records and the world remembers.
But ink? Ink and paper fades and crumbles. No no no,
This is merely the door to your next path.
Now take the first step."
Chiiang shook with anticipation as he grasped the parchment.
"Master, it's just a diagram. And these motions, these are the moves
We teach our children within the first week of their training.
Is this a joke??"
"Ah, yes. Funny how our paths seem to overlap as we age.
Never forget where you've been, what you've done.
Only there will you find true strength. "
"But Master-" Chiiang spun around, confused.
But only a wisp of air remained, dispersed a moment later.
With a torn parchment target nailed to it's head.
"All right. Remember...where I've been..."
He stiffened his arms, grabbing an imagined broom.
"What I've done..."
He brought his arms out, and raised a leg,
Balancing himself atop the cliffs of his mind.
"Who am I..."
He swung am arm upwards, just as he had done
Earlier today.
"And the direction I must walk...!"
He thrust his hand straight ahead, the image
Of the Scroll of the Masters concrete in his mind.
A blast of energy ripped straight through the dummy,
Splinters flying like leaves in the wind,
as the stone stairwell behind it crumpled to pieces.
The student smiled.
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is worth two in the yard.
Worth three to copy
Is it really that hard?
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The Gods of Theros are very vain and fickle,
(Erebos being the least so, but still).
He is not destroyed. He is appalled.
He has graced you with his presence, and how do you reply?
A wafting pool of grime and odiousness,
as you celebrate in manner to please a certain other god,
Shattering and melting all in your way.
What God would give you their time?
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Creeping Bramble is its own hype train.
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