Since Magic brought back the old evil of Phyrexia I decided to read the Artifacts Cycle and catch everything from the beginning. In doing so I came across a line in Planeswalker that was said by Urza that seems interesting: "...All created worlds fail..."Does this mean that Mirrodin is doomed with or without Phyrexian influence?Or does the presence of Karn keep the plane going much like Yawgmoth and Serra kept their respective planes functioning?
but there also exist a smattering of autonomous processes that can generate them without conscious input. Artifact creatures are generated by self-sufficient foundries left over from Memnarch's time,
79035425 wrote:BURSTING WITH VIGOR!
Trolljuju wiped the sweat from his brow as he continued his slow trudge up the snowy mountain. The wind was strong and fiercely cold, but he pressed against it. Juju knew Beast Engine was somewhere at the peak, waiting for him. But this was not a matter of confronting the forces of nature themselves; that had been accomplished long before, and was now too easy to maintain the manly man's interest. Today, Beast Engine was here waiting for a friend.
Trolljuju's mind drifted from his appointment to thoughts of Beast Engine's manliness. The only man in history to punch the fossilized remains of a dinosaur back to life just to punch it to death again. The man who deflected bullets with his pectoral muscles during his daily assassination attempts. The man who cured cancer with a serum made from pure crystalized virility. The man who burst with vigor. Not just a man but a Man- the manliest of all men. A god of masculinity in physical form.
Trolljuju's heart fluttered at the memory of him and lightened his steps as he pressed on.
Suddenly, he was shaken from his reverie by a deep, powerful rumble in the mountain that shook him to his core. Instinctively, he threw himself to the ground just before the slope ahead of him exploded in a fiery wall of light and heat. So great was the force that the entire upper section of the mountain was vaproized. It scorched Juju's coat, then rose on the air to drift far away, a plume of white-hot ash. When Trolljuju lifted his head to see what was left behind, he beheld a wide, perfectly flat stone plateau, and in the distance he could see a muscular figure, his foot still held up from the kick. There was no doubt it was Beast Engine.
As soon as the ground beneath him cooled, Juju cast his heavy pack aside and ran. As the figure grew with closeness, he could see Beast Engine was nude, as was expected. The snow that fell near him turned to a thin wall of steam, looking to Trolljuju's eyes like a barrier. Engine was too strong, too manly to occupy the same space as the ordinary universe. He lived in a world all his own. But fortunately for Juju, it was only an illusion. He ran at full speed into Engine, who caught him with both arms and effortlessly twirled with him, resting with Juju dipped low to the ground in Engine's arms.
"Beast Engine, my love," Trolljuju breathed, sturck with awe at Engine's masculine beauty despite the familiarity of his face.
Engine just smiled, radiating from every inch of him with incredible strength, yet gentle warmth.
"It's been so long, Juju. I've missed you."
"Forgive me. I lost contact with you while you were boxing with Death to win back and consume the soul of Theodore Roosevelt. But now I'm here..."
Juju lifted one tentative hand to Engine's face, but he pulled away.
"You know I cannot give you what you seek. Were we to make love, your body would be destroyed by the force."
"I know, of course I would," Juju responded, tears in his eyes. "May I have, at least, one kiss?"
"Very well. For you, my friend."
Slowly, gingerly, they came closer. But the moment their lips met, a flood of unbridled manliness rushed into Trolljuju, body and soul, and every cell in his body exploded.
Beast Engine fell to his knees, and in his grief, he wept. The tears that fell from his face burned deep into the rock beneath him. But slowly, his sorrow turned to conviction.
He beat the crap out of Death once. He could do it again.
but there also exist a smattering of autonomous processes that can generate them without conscious input. Artifact creatures are generated by self-sufficient foundries left over from Memnarch's time,How can a mindless forge change what it is designed to do in order to better meet the demands of a changing environment? The process you're describing here sounds like automobile assembly lines changing their own functions to produce hybrid vehicles with which to meet new consumer demands by pure chance. Unless there is some feedback mechanism -- whether it's conscious intervention in the assembly process, or the passage of successful traits through selective reproduction -- the whole thing makes no sense.
Since Magic brought back the old evil of Phyrexia I decided to read the Artifacts Cycle and catch everything from the beginning. In doing so I came across a line in Planeswalker that was said by Urza that seems interesting: "...All created worlds fail..."Does this mean that Mirrodin is doomed with or without Phyrexian influence?Or does the presence of Karn keep the plane going much like Yawgmoth and Serra kept their respective planes functioning?I think Mirrodin is suppose to be an exception to the rule, Karn stated the he created a "mathematically" perfect plane. So I think it would be immune the entophy that plagues other fake planes like Serra's realm
...it's magic.There's a reason that Doug answers a letter from his inbox at the end of each column. People want to know about the processes going on in the game beyond a evasive responses like this.