You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is "never get involved in an thread with GM_Champion" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go in against AzureShade when card design is on the line!
The Rules Manager would have an aneurism just hearing that said aloud. That being said....It seems like a neat idea.
This is the only thing I'm really worrying about. Of course you wouldn't be able to play it if you had played a land this turn, but it would confuse a lot of noobs.
The Rules Manager would have an aneurism just hearing that said aloud. That being said....It seems like a neat idea.
This is the only thing I'm really worrying about. Of course you wouldn't be able to play it if you had played a land this turn, but it would confuse a lot of noobs.
Well, instead of Madness, you could just go the round-a-bout way and have the land have an "If a spell or ability would cause you to discard ~, put it onto the battlefield instead." clause. That way you wouldn;t be "playing" it and also get around the one land per turn rule....sorta of like how Burgeoning does.
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is "never get involved in an thread with GM_Champion" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go in against AzureShade when card design is on the line!
Sometimes I imagine what Cisnero's life must be like. I imagine cargo pants - every pocket stuffed with coins. I imagine him (I almost said "him or her" but then I decided his gender with through the randomization of a small metal disk) - I imagine him, shopping, purchasing food, choosing which spot to park in, all through this meticulous flipping process. I imagine him asking a girl out, taking her to have a drink or whatever and then asking if she wants to play this fun game. When she responds "Sure." he removes a single quarter from one of his jingling pockets. Then proceeds to flip it repeatedly while she calls it - until she is able to make up an excuse to leave. Will he respond to this post? Only if the Chaotic Gods of Copper and Nickel deem it so. Someday many years from now, in the Dystopian future world, I'll ride my Billy Idol Unicycle past a bedraggled slumbub - He'll be clad in armor made all of the (now worthless) coins of yesterdecade. He'll grin a shiny grin at me as he flips another coin - and I'll know who it was. How could I not?
