You CAN Play Type I #4: Rating New Cards Part II
Oscar checks the artifacts and enchantments in Apocalypse to see whether they can beat the current cards available!
Oscar checks the artifacts and enchantments in Apocalypse to see whether they can beat the current cards available!
Apocalypse tells us a great deal about our shortcomings as casual deckbuilders. Also, Anthony lays to rest the great politics debate with his promised SIX-WORD CONSENSUS!
I’ve been patient. It’s about three weeks after Pro Tour Barcelona, and there have been four tournament reports. Four. Quite frankly, that’s pathetic. I remember the days when you’d wake up, stretch, brew a mug of hot cocoa, and sit in front of the old 386 and find, sitting on the Dojo, a slew of…
Sleeping Beauty has changed colors – even Bennie couldn’t resist the lure of a Duress….
Please – cue up”Man of Constant Sorrow” from the”O Brother, Where Art Thou?” soundtrack, sit back, and share my pain.
With all the fervor surrounding Apocalypse, everyone’s forgotten about 7th. Which cards could still have an
impact?
I’ve had such a good time lately that I’ve decided to share with you the two best experiences that I had — one completely random and the other refreshing.
Do NOT say we didn’t warn you. Highly offensive. But kind of amusing in a snickery sort of way.
Okay, Sheldon didn’t play… But don’t you want to get the judge’s perspective? Sure you do.
Ever wonder how R&D avoids making another Urza’s Block? Former pro Randy B. gives the goods on card testing, card creation, and dealing with groupies.
Is this incarnation of Suicide Black a Tier 1 deck? Maybe not. Is it one that people are expecting? Definitely not.
In Type I, despite the much larger card pool, the rule is very simple: Is this card better than everything else?
I hate pros. But I still think it would be cool to be one. Specifically, Eugene”Eubroken” Harvey.
The Whirlpool creatures are bad. Not bad like Michael-Jackson-wants-people-to-think-he’s-cool bad, just bad. And that’s good.
“Every Dog Has His Day”: A True Account of An Unintelligible Foreigner’s Seven-Year Quest And Its Culmination I hate weddings. I hate going to them, I hate sitting through the long speeches, I hate sitting in the suit. I no longer mind wearing a tie, but I still don’t like the noose. And I dislike…