Category: mtg

  • Eldrazi Infant Mortality Rate Alarmingly High

    A study published in this month’s issue of The Journal Dominarian Alchemy finds that 97.6% of eldrazi spawn do not survive infancy. Here to explain this shocking statistic is lead researcher Figdab Bibblebob.

    The greatest obstacle to a new eldrazi’s survival is his species’ peculiar choice of spawning grounds. While the fossil record indicates that in ages past they were allowed some time to develop their skills in play, they are now birthed directly onto a battlefield.

    This practice has proved sustainable for groups with hardier young, such as the kraken genus. Eldrazi young however have almost no combat capabilities and no way to evade or shroud themselves from more dangerous creatures.

    Most of the deaths we recorded weren’t even from intentional attacks on the spawn though. They have a dreadful lack of situational awareness, and were often seen wandering in front of all manner of beasts, knights, and demons that were charging at someone else entirely. It was such a common occurrence that my team started joking that the safest place to be in a fight was directly behind the nearest eldrazi cub.

    We didn’t just learn that they were helpless and oblivious though. They are also incredibly nutritious and tasty, based on the numbers we saw devoured. Their blood is also considered a delicacy in vampire high society, and some of this group was poached to satisfy that lucrative market.

    Perhaps the most ironic factor though is that several primitive cultures surrounding their native habitat have taken to sacrificing them in intricate rituals designed to summon the adult eldrazi to their side to hopefully do their bidding. When the unfortunate spawn in question’s progenitors show up to kill everyone involved, it just reinforces that the ritual works.

    Despite all this, I still hold out some hope for this majestic and horrible race. Some activist artificers have laid out plans to provide the spawn with armor, gliders, and most importantly maps to help them survive long enough to get somewhere less lethal to stay until they’ve grown self-sufficient. Also, while this particular survey is dire, there may be some comfort in its 2.5% margin of error.

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  • Which Team are you on?

    As any young girl across our great plane will tell you, the Eldrazi invasion is the most exciting thing to hit Zendikar in millenia. Lately though, a rift has formed between their fans, much like the rift between dimensions that allowed the Old Ones to slip their sorcerous bonds. That’s right, as the coming apocalypse draws ever-nearer, Eldraziacs have become fiercely divided on the most important question it poses: Which elder god is the dreamiest? In this special report, we hear from people on both sides of the issue.

    Jenny, Team Ulamog

    Ulamog is totally the cutest. Some people say he just wants to eliminate all life, but they don’t understand him like I do. When I look deep into his skull-helmet and see the pain there, I know we belong together. He’s always thought emanating to me about how ripe my corpse would be, and how much he wants to feed it to his unholy brood. The fact that he hasn’t acted on that urge proves how deeply he loves me. I just want him to hold me in his strong, bifurcated arms and make me feel safe. Plus he almost never covers up that yummy ribcage of his with a shirt, or flesh.

    Sally, Team Emrakul

    Please, if anyone is going to reduce the entire multiverse to ash, it’s going to be my wubasaurus Emrakul. Soon he’ll come to scour Zendikar of the haters and wannabes. Those other girls just want him for his body, but I see through to his giant, crystalline, pulsating heart – and not just because it’s partially exposed. Once he realizes that I’m the only one for him, we can live together in the magical city in the clouds that makes up the top half of his body. And once I legally reside on him, nobody will be able to separate us, not even my jerk dad, no matter how angry our relationship makes him.

    Of course not everyone is so smitten with our new overlords. Some old fashioned types are uncomfortable with the age difference between these teenagers and the undying objects of their affection from before the dawn of time. Others still think any relationship is doomed to fail based on their incompatible views on the annilation of the cosmos. And finally, a few wise men such as myself realize that Kozilek is by far the most adorable. I mean, have you seen his head-nub? It is to die for.

  • All is Dust

    Looking at this Bloodbraid Elf in my summoning book, I can’t help but wonder, “What’s the point?” Even if by some miracle it doesn’t get countered, I’m just going to end up sacrificing it like I sacrificed the last 5 creatures unfortunate enough to enter my service. I suppose there’s always the cascaded spell, but it will probably be another Borderland Ranger. I just know I’ll have to sacrifice him too.

    At least I’ll get a land out of it. But is more mana really what I need? I used to think so, back on turn 1; I was so naïve then. First it was 2 land, then 4, then I thought if I just got to ultimatum mana I’d be satisfied. Now here I am with 10 untapped lands, and I’m still miserable.

    Sure they might not die immediately. Maybe they’ll even get to deal some damage. Is that what I’ve come to – hurting others to feel better about myself? Being a planeswalker was supposed to be the rarest and most wonderful of gifts. And how am I using that gift? I’m lashing out at people whose only crime is reminding me of myself.

    Well I’ve had enough. I’m going to leave this rat race behind and turn my life around. I think I’ll planeswalk to somewhere peaceful. Maybe a nice beach that doesn’t serve as a spawning bed for krakens, or a forest with regular-sized wildlife with non-magical claws. Yeah, somewhere I can relax, drink some briarberry juice, and enjoy a nice book. I’ve always wanted to finish The Necrologia.