Post by Telim'Tor on Mar 6, 2019 17:39:41 GMT
Hmmm. A rather disappointing showing, last time. Although the caliber of the replies I got was quite excellent, their quantity was far too few to form an entire army. There’s only one thing to do: fluffydeathbringer, Neottolemo, you’ll have to fight each other with your respective decks, TO THE DEATH! The victor will have earned their place in my Grand Army, at my side as my 2nd in command!
Ral Zarek: Wait, wait, wait, what?! You’re hurting for troops to wage your dubious campaigns, you’ve so far drummed up only two recruits, and your only option is to further reduce the available talent pool?
Yes. As exemplified by my commander and mentor, Brigadier General Jack Napier. Why, is there something wrong?
Ral: No, no. Just clarifying. Do carry on…
I SHALL! Now, this week, I seem to have found myself deep within a Forest of some sort, cut off from all else. Even my mana bonds have been severed! I need help to get out of this situation that’s quickly spiraling out of my control, so I want you all to build me some mono-
control decks! We’re in the modern era--
Ral: The modern era was around the turn of this plane’s 1900s, so we’re way past even the postmodern era. The best description I’ve heard is that we’re in the Post-Sanity Era.
*pointedly ignoring him* So let’s stick to Modern legality, shall we? You’ll have only one week this time, but I still expect more submissions than last week. fluffydeathbringer, Neottolemo, you both win by default, fluffy for Midrange, Neot for Combo. Whichever one of you emerges victorious from your glorious death battle will be obligated to submit a deck for this week’s challenge. Just because you may have earned a place at my side, doesn’t mean you can slack off; I expect you to lead our troops by example!
Ral: Like the example you set last week by not participating?
It wouldn’t do for me to enter a deck and declare myself the winner. MaRo rightly Bowed out of his shot at the Pro Tour, I’m just following his example!
Basic rules apply: post completed decklists, along with a description of how it’s supposed to work, its format legalities, and predicted format viability, in the replies.
Help me out of these dashed woods, I think I can hear some filthy long-ears approaching!
Ral Zarek: Wait, wait, wait, what?! You’re hurting for troops to wage your dubious campaigns, you’ve so far drummed up only two recruits, and your only option is to further reduce the available talent pool?
Yes. As exemplified by my commander and mentor, Brigadier General Jack Napier. Why, is there something wrong?
Ral: No, no. Just clarifying. Do carry on…
I SHALL! Now, this week, I seem to have found myself deep within a Forest of some sort, cut off from all else. Even my mana bonds have been severed! I need help to get out of this situation that’s quickly spiraling out of my control, so I want you all to build me some mono-
control decks! We’re in the modern era--Ral: The modern era was around the turn of this plane’s 1900s, so we’re way past even the postmodern era. The best description I’ve heard is that we’re in the Post-Sanity Era.
*pointedly ignoring him* So let’s stick to Modern legality, shall we? You’ll have only one week this time, but I still expect more submissions than last week. fluffydeathbringer, Neottolemo, you both win by default, fluffy for Midrange, Neot for Combo. Whichever one of you emerges victorious from your glorious death battle will be obligated to submit a deck for this week’s challenge. Just because you may have earned a place at my side, doesn’t mean you can slack off; I expect you to lead our troops by example!
Ral: Like the example you set last week by not participating?
It wouldn’t do for me to enter a deck and declare myself the winner. MaRo rightly Bowed out of his shot at the Pro Tour, I’m just following his example!
Basic rules apply: post completed decklists, along with a description of how it’s supposed to work, its format legalities, and predicted format viability, in the replies.
Help me out of these dashed woods, I think I can hear some filthy long-ears approaching!
"When in doubt, do a common."