Good morning, metalheads. It's a good day for magic, wouldn't you agree? If you're averse to nerdyness or this doesn't appeal to you, walk away now, but I've just constructed a deck for Magic: The Gathering that seems pretty awesome. Check it out below. It's a blue, black, and white artifact deck of 90 cards.
(I suggest you bring up Gatherer side-by-side with this so you can look up the cards more easily.)
Spells:
Fabricate x 4
Crystallization x 2
Esper Charm x 2
Flash Counter x 2
Jace's Ingenuity x 3
Thoughtcast x 3
Brainstorm x 4
Rush of Knowledge x 2
Preordain x 3
Dream Fracture x 2
Creatures:
Etherium Sculptor x 3
Esper Battlemage x 3
Arsenal Thresher x 1
Glassdust Hulk x 3
Ornithopter x 3
Howling Mine x 4
Tidehollow Sculler x 2
Arachnoid x 3
Master of Etherium x 4
Artifacts:
Feldon's Cane x 2
Oblivion Stone x 3
AEther Vial x 4
Lands:
Mystic Gate x 2
Ancient Den x 9
Island x 9
Swamp x 8
What do you think?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
XX: Pax, Videogame Metal, and Snore Wars
As of this sentence, you have been forewarned that I am currently a bubbling crock pot of resentment and crankiness.
This is due to a combination of sleep deprivation, my roommates and their uncanny ability to snore at each other, and the totally awesome PAX EAST. For those of you unfamiliar with it, Pax is a three day convention that's more or less a party for nerds thrown by the two guys from Penny Arcade. There are videogames, card games, board games, tabletop games; seriously guys, it's nuts. And to top it all off, there was videogame metal, including Metroid Metal, Arm Cannon, and Powerglove.
After two nights of crappy sleep, we get back to the hotel. At this point I had been reduced to nothing more than a shambling revenant motivated only by the pursuit of sleep. So, dear readers, I'm sure you can understand what it felt like to lie helpless while two of my friends in my hotel room had what I've playfully dubbed "Snore Wars" while I was trying to sleep.
You lie there in bed, waiting for sleep. You're truly exhausted and you can feel Somnus gently tugging your conscious into the night's Plutonian shores. Just as you're about to drift off, you're interrupted by a particularly violent snore. You stay there, motionless, hoping that the snoring passes and allows you to sleep.
In time it does indeed pass, but you're not out of the woods yet. Not even five minutes has to pass before my other housemate picks up the snoring where the first left off. This pattern continues back and forth for the good majority of the night. Honestly, it's like their unconscious psyches conspired beforehand to make me go apeshit on everyone at Pax.
So now that I have this as context, I'd just like to say that I am completely exhausted. At 8 AM in the morning, on the third day of a convention in a row. If I make it through the day without punching some uppity nerd's lights out it will be a Herculean feat.
Viva la metal, and never undervalue the precious gift of sleep.
This is due to a combination of sleep deprivation, my roommates and their uncanny ability to snore at each other, and the totally awesome PAX EAST. For those of you unfamiliar with it, Pax is a three day convention that's more or less a party for nerds thrown by the two guys from Penny Arcade. There are videogames, card games, board games, tabletop games; seriously guys, it's nuts. And to top it all off, there was videogame metal, including Metroid Metal, Arm Cannon, and Powerglove.
After two nights of crappy sleep, we get back to the hotel. At this point I had been reduced to nothing more than a shambling revenant motivated only by the pursuit of sleep. So, dear readers, I'm sure you can understand what it felt like to lie helpless while two of my friends in my hotel room had what I've playfully dubbed "Snore Wars" while I was trying to sleep.
You lie there in bed, waiting for sleep. You're truly exhausted and you can feel Somnus gently tugging your conscious into the night's Plutonian shores. Just as you're about to drift off, you're interrupted by a particularly violent snore. You stay there, motionless, hoping that the snoring passes and allows you to sleep.
In time it does indeed pass, but you're not out of the woods yet. Not even five minutes has to pass before my other housemate picks up the snoring where the first left off. This pattern continues back and forth for the good majority of the night. Honestly, it's like their unconscious psyches conspired beforehand to make me go apeshit on everyone at Pax.
So now that I have this as context, I'd just like to say that I am completely exhausted. At 8 AM in the morning, on the third day of a convention in a row. If I make it through the day without punching some uppity nerd's lights out it will be a Herculean feat.
Viva la metal, and never undervalue the precious gift of sleep.
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