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Casual Fridays #43: To Infinity And Beyond!

EDITOR’S NOTE TO THE READER: Two days ago – about the time I was expecting Anthony’s regular installment of Casual Fridays – I received the following submission my mailbox. Its unusual content, and the date in the header, spurred me to additional research. While the evidence is inconclusive at this point, we believe that this…

Rhysticology

Have you seen that Pepsi commercial? I think it has Sammy Sosa in it, and all these people taking the “Pepsi Challenge.” The nice looking fellow steps up to the table with the meticulously disguised cans and little pristine white paper cups, looks at the camera and says something like ‘I’ve been a Coke drinker,…

Teams: A Necessity

What a weekend. A weekend of highs and lows, triumph and despair and the English Nationals has passed us by until next year. A few thoughts on the weekend followed by a few thoughts about teams in magic follow: I qualified in London for the Nationals and had been preparing for it for some time….

When Shall We Three Meet Again?

Cheap Link ———————— The sun is shining, the birds are singing, flowers are in full bloom, and the suburbs echo to the distant sound of leather upon willow ("that’ll be 100 pound, m’lud"). In such circumstances, one’s thoughts naturally turn to Magic: the Gathering Teams; well, they do down our way… So, what actually makes…

Break This Player: Sample Multiplayer Profiles

John E. Douglas, the FBI’s premiere serial killer profiler, almost died thanks to his dedication to the profession. They found him in his room one day; his skin was the color of wax paper, his heart fluttering erratically, like a wounded bird trying to fly. He had been working himself raw because there were thousands…

Prophecy Prerelease Report

I love Prereleases. The atmosphere is casual, but it’s enough to satisfy my competitive urges, and you get to play with cards for the first time (and I do like collecting those Prerelase foils—although the picture for this one, —will someone explain to me what exactly this creature is supposed to be? I looks like…

Tapping Out

*SIGH* I feel obligated to say it. I mean, you’re going to hear it a ba-jillion times, anyway – so what does one more hurt? . Now I can counter a spell in STYLE! On to more important topics. You want to have some fun? Make the word “mise” a part of your regular conversations….

Nothing Comes Between Me And My Wranglers!

Those who know me could probably guess what’s going to be my favorite card from . Yup, I really like . Hey, they don’t call me Squirrel King for nothing! I can’t wait to rustle up swarms of Cradle-boosting, planeswalker-eating mad squirrels. In honor of the coming fun, I’ll put out the call for any…

Looking Forward To Amateur Championships

PTNY, AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIPS (and the face of post- T2) I had planned to take the weekend of PTNY and drive up to see what was going on, but after hearing that 95% of the people were playing either Rebels or , I’m glad I didn’t. Just reading the Feature Match reports here on StarCityCCG.com was…

Magical Magic

The island was concentric with a central mountain. Surrounding the mountain was a forest with a swampy floor. The plains on the rim of the island swayed with yellow grass. The land was charged with all five colors of magic. On the summit of the mountain, four figures stood. Xanathar, Dark Lord of the Realm…

Squandering Friday Night Magic

I was thinking about calling this column "The Arena Debacle, Pt. II" but I suspect that there’s probably a few more people out there playing Friday Night Magic than Arena; heck, there’s probably a lot of folks out there who haven’t even heard of Arena. But anybody who’s played Magic for a couple of years…

Friday Night Magic – Part Two

Wow. I have to say I have been very pleased with the response to my last article. While a lot of it consisted of things like "Bennie, you’re an idiot– the foils you suggested are horrible," the main thing was that I struck a cord out there. People *do* care about the prize support for…

Your News In Brief

If I might blaspheme for just a moment: Dear God in heaven above, it seems for certain that it’s been far too long. Perhaps that’s only because of my disgust with recent limpid offerings. Never before has blame so unanimously outweighed praise for whatever ordering of words I’d seen fit to dump in front of…

Bless You

You doh, subber id a wudderfuh tibe of the year. Boo skies, lazy (*snort*) avdanoods id the sudshide with a glass of cool Pibbs nubber wud (strawberry ad cucubber essential, of course). Unfortudately, I ab wud of those poor subs-of-bidges who suffers frob Hay Fever (*aaatchooo*) – so I have to spedd Bay, Jude, and…