when m:tg meets noir haha
April Fool's stunt of magicthegathering.com
Welcome to the first annual Global Prix! Magic is a game played around the world, and today marks the largest simultaneous tournament ever.
blah blah blah
Saturday: 9:12 a.m. - The Big Sleep
It was a cold night, the kind of cold that gets past your trenchcoat right into your bones and stays awhile. The cold had been there for years, making a little home for itself. By now, the cold felt more at home in my body than I did.
Down these mean streets a Magic player must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The tournament player must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. Also, he says "gg, barn" a lot, even when he's alone. No one knows why. Walter "The Cobbler" Neff sat down to face his old nemesis The Tall Man here in the forgotten city of Casablanca.
I'm shocked -- shocked -- to find that Magic is going on here!
Walter likes his decks like he likes his coffee: black and swampy. The Tall Man is an enigma; through his entire tournament career, no one has ever been able to make eye contact and live to tell about it.
As game one started, the players were feeling each other out, neither one willing to commit himself openly to what he truly meant. The "beautiful lady" of which Neff spoke -- was she a symbol, or was she just Soul Warden? And what of the notorious "third man" strategy of the Tall Man? Was it just a bluff, or did he really plan to begin the game with Ritual-Carnophage-Carnophage-Carnophage? The set-up for that play would leave him open for some sort of vicious retaliation. Would revenge truly be sweet for Neff?
We'll come back to Casablanca later; right now, it looks like the police are going to do some "questioning" of the competitors. Expect both of them to keep mum.
HAHAHAHA
Welcome to the first annual Global Prix! Magic is a game played around the world, and today marks the largest simultaneous tournament ever.
blah blah blah
Saturday: 9:12 a.m. - The Big Sleep
It was a cold night, the kind of cold that gets past your trenchcoat right into your bones and stays awhile. The cold had been there for years, making a little home for itself. By now, the cold felt more at home in my body than I did.
Down these mean streets a Magic player must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The tournament player must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. Also, he says "gg, barn" a lot, even when he's alone. No one knows why. Walter "The Cobbler" Neff sat down to face his old nemesis The Tall Man here in the forgotten city of Casablanca.
I'm shocked -- shocked -- to find that Magic is going on here!
Walter likes his decks like he likes his coffee: black and swampy. The Tall Man is an enigma; through his entire tournament career, no one has ever been able to make eye contact and live to tell about it.
As game one started, the players were feeling each other out, neither one willing to commit himself openly to what he truly meant. The "beautiful lady" of which Neff spoke -- was she a symbol, or was she just Soul Warden? And what of the notorious "third man" strategy of the Tall Man? Was it just a bluff, or did he really plan to begin the game with Ritual-Carnophage-Carnophage-Carnophage? The set-up for that play would leave him open for some sort of vicious retaliation. Would revenge truly be sweet for Neff?
We'll come back to Casablanca later; right now, it looks like the police are going to do some "questioning" of the competitors. Expect both of them to keep mum.
HAHAHAHA