so, sorry for being such a noob, but how does one aquire this ooze? i think its super cool
You have to work for Wizards of the Coast.
Or buy it from someone off a certain auction site
Official Speaker of the Expanded Multiverse Project, Step into Dominia-Embrace the infinite Magic of the Planes. This -> is my favorite smiley, I will use it often and without reason. You have been warned. The Story of My LoveShow
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.
Exactly why would "being dead" cause one's hair color to change (especially increasing in melanin content versus any other pigmentation)? I understand that virtually all of you have no understanding of biology or taphonomy, but please, please don't go around flaunting this ignorance into other people's faces as fact.
Gifts Given will most likely never be a real card, given that Wizards is extremely touchy (and rightfully so) about printing a card that lets you take an opponent's cards and put them into your hand/library.
Okay, I misunderstood what the card did. I thought it was for putting cards into your opponent's hand Head Games style; that's the card I want them to print. It would have great implications for effects like [s]Treacherous Betrayal - by which I of course mean Treacherous Urge , although in the process of looking this up I discovered that there are nowhere near enough Betrayal s in Magic. (I have a soft spot for that particular word because it is the shortened name of my second-most-played tabletop non-RPG game of all time after Magic. For those who don't know, the full name is Betrayal at House on the Hill; I have played it well over 50 times and would still happily log three games a week of it for at least a season if given the chance.)
As far as the benefit of the rest of Magic is concerned, gold cards in Legends were executed perfectly. They got all the excitement a designer could hope out of a splashy new mechanic without using up any of the valuable design space. Truly amazing. --Aaron Forsythe's Random Card Comment on Kei Takahashi
Gifts Given will most likely never be a real card, given that Wizards is extremely touchy (and rightfully so) about printing a card that lets you take an opponent's cards and put them into your hand/library.
Okay, I misunderstood what the card did.
Funnily enough, this is pretty much how the card works within the rules, because if anything tries to put a card into someones hand, library, or graveyard, other than the owner's, its put into the owner's respective zone instead.
But it's an UN-card so it don't need no stinkin rules!
Official Speaker of the Expanded Multiverse Project, Step into Dominia-Embrace the infinite Magic of the Planes. This -> is my favorite smiley, I will use it often and without reason. You have been warned. The Story of My LoveShow
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.
Exactly why would "being dead" cause one's hair color to change (especially increasing in melanin content versus any other pigmentation)? I understand that virtually all of you have no understanding of biology or taphonomy, but please, please don't go around flaunting this ignorance into other people's faces as fact.
yes because you're an expert
Now, now, please try not to cover for your ignorance of the subject by revealing your lack of understanding for what you think I know. I'm not just some hick in a trailer park. Your sarcasm does absolutely nothing to further this conversation. I would suggest you actually look up the taphonomic effects of hair color in corpses, and perhaps, maybe then, you'll see why I called your statement erroneous.
"Possibilities abound, too numerous to count."
"Innocent, unbiased observation is a myth." --- P.B. Medawar (1969)
"Ever since man first left his cave and met a stranger with a different language and a new way of looking at things, the human race has had a dream: to kill him, so we don't have to learn his language or his new way of looking at things." --- Zapp Brannigan (Beast With a Billion Backs)
Exactly why would "being dead" cause one's hair color to change (especially increasing in melanin content versus any other pigmentation)? I understand that virtually all of you have no understanding of biology or taphonomy, but please, please don't go around flaunting this ignorance into other people's faces as fact.
yes because you're an expert
Now, now, please try not to cover for your ignorance of the subject by revealing your lack of understanding for what you think I know. I'm not just some hick in a trailer park. Your sarcasm does absolutely nothing to further this conversation. I would suggest you actually look up the taphonomic effects of hair color in corpses, and perhaps, maybe then, you'll see why I called your statement erroneous.
He's dead.
It's just a drawing.
Stop whining.
Darkening of features is a common way to represent undeath in many types of media, even if it isn't entirely realistic.
But we're talking about a card that depicts a dead GIANT being ANIMATED through some sort of dark MAGIC.
Official Speaker of the Expanded Multiverse Project, Step into Dominia-Embrace the infinite Magic of the Planes. This -> is my favorite smiley, I will use it often and without reason. You have been warned. The Story of My LoveShow
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.
Gifts Given will most likely never be a real card, given that Wizards is extremely touchy (and rightfully so) about printing a card that lets you take an opponent's cards and put them into your hand/library.
Okay, I misunderstood what the card did.
Funnily enough, this is pretty much how the card works within the rules, because if anything tries to put a card into someones hand, library, or graveyard, other than the owner's, its put into the owner's respective zone instead.
But it's an UN-card so it don't need no stinkin rules!
Some of the cards could work without that much tweaking on the cards. The first (Fruitcake) requires no tweaking, nor does Season's Beatings. Gifts Given is impossible as yet, and people wanted to be able to use it to give cards in THEIR decks to their opponents, instead it is meant sarcastically Jester's Mask style. Evil Presents is Sleeper Agent witha twist, one that can get the Lord of the Pit treatment but half as funny; tweaking the rules to allows creatures to attack their controllers would make it (and Ruhan of the Fomori ) that much more interesting. The silliness of Snow Mercy is just awesome, and nothing stops it from being useable aside from the proliferation of costs.
For the record, all the cards are below. A [!] indicates the problem parts.
2011: Yule Ooze Creature - Ooze 1/1 At the beginning of your upkeep, destroy another nonland permanent chosen at random, then put a number of +1/+1 counters on Yule Ooze equal to that permanent's converted mana cost. , Eat some food[!]: Regenerate Yule Ooze.
2010: Snow Mercy Snow Enchantment Whenever a creature deals damage to you, put a globe counter on it. , , , , [!]: Tap all creatures with globe counters on them. WARNING: Shake gently. Contents may cause choking, hypothermia, and/or planar invasion.
2009: Season's Beatings Sorcery Family gathering -- Each creature target player controls deals damage equal to its power to another random creature that player controls. Arriving home, he suddenly longed for the bloodsoaked battlefields behind him.
2008: Evil Presents Sorcery Put a creature card from your hand onto the battlefield under target opponent's control. That creature attacks each turn if able ... and always attacks its controller[!]. 'Tis better to give than to receive.
2007: Gifts Given Instant Search target opponent's library for four cards with different names and reveal them. That player chooses two of those cards. Put the chosen cards into the player's graveyard and the rest into your hand[!]. Then that player shuffles his or her library. "Thanks! You shouldn't have."
2006: Fruitcake Elemental Creature - Elemental 7/7 Fruitcake Elemental is indestructible. At the beginning of your end step, Fruitcake Elemental deals 7 damage to you. : Target player gains control of Fruitcake Elemental. Experiments intended to create the perfect holiday emissary resulted in a substance harder than darksteel and a fraction as merry.
"Possibilities abound, too numerous to count."
"Innocent, unbiased observation is a myth." --- P.B. Medawar (1969)
"Ever since man first left his cave and met a stranger with a different language and a new way of looking at things, the human race has had a dream: to kill him, so we don't have to learn his language or his new way of looking at things." --- Zapp Brannigan (Beast With a Billion Backs)
is my favorite smiley, I will use it often and without reason. You have been warned.
