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[asheespiquantpeculiarities]

*skitters up in a long coat, wide-brimmed hat and a broad scarf* *looks around skittishly before murmuring quietly* Can I get Njall picking a nice 'succulent' as a bonus and having to deal with the sudden intrusion?

“You are not allowedto permanently harm any of the inhabitants of this house,” a surevoice said.

I barely managed tolisten, but the headache indicated that I would listen to him.

“You are not allowedto lie and deceive with malicious intention towards the person youare talking to or an associated person,” which was theloophole-iest thing I ever heard, but it certainly did something.

Ugh.

Ithought demon banning magic had been forgotten.

“Youare not allowed to maim or kill people that are notmembers of this household either,” which made me wonder what thepeople assumed of succubi, seriously.

“AndI want you to tell me the name with which I can bindingly summon you,thanks”

“...Gabriella,” which was not my true name, but it... worked.

Theguy in front of me nodded: “Fair. Now... I'll let you out and youcan... I suppose fulfill your contract? Youare also allowed to speak aaand... I am not Njall, if you werewondering“

Hegrinned, clapped a book shut and shuffled his feet, destroying thecircle under me.

Theheadache and tingle receeding.

ThenI felt a hand on my head, pattingme.

„Goodluck,“ the guy said and carried the book away, waving back at me.

Istared at his back.

Well.

That.

Iwould choose to simply ignorethat.

Ifhe was not Njall, there was no reason to pay him any mind.

… evenif I already was off to a weird start.

„...asshole...“ I muttered and went to go search the person whopurchased me.

[oldtumblhurgoyf]

10. Choose a plane to revisit other than Dominaria, Mirrodin, and Ravnica. What is a mechanical twist we could add if we revisit this plane?

Return to Innistrad but with morph.

It's important for the flavor of a creature type like werewolves to have some sort of transformation. Double-faced cards accomplished this but also bring along a host of production issues that must be addressed. Using morph to put werewolves into play face down allows you to capture this important flavor without the production baggage that double-faced cards bring. Morph also creates a situation where your opponent doesn't know what the morph creature is, which can lend to the tense horror flavor as they wonder what horrible beast that simple 2/2 human (though of course they don't have an actual creature type) is going to change into and when it is going to change. Flavoring the morph creatures as humans also means it makes sense when they turn into vampires or zombies or the terrible lab-experiment-gone-wrong monsters of blue's wildest dreams.

I'd also want to explore possibilities for turning face-up cards face down to mimic werewolves (or other monsters) turning back into humans, if it can be developed and isn't too powerful. We've already seen some potential for this sort of thing with cards like Ashcloud Phoenix. It could even be as simple as putting previous werewolf triggers (At the beginning of each upkeep, if a player cast two or more spells last turn....) that cause a card to turn face-down instead of transforming it.

Morph also allows the creation of a werewolf legend since it doesn't have issues with the same legendary card being in play at the same time with different faces showing.

The more I think about it, the more I want Innistrad with morph.

[aspirewriter]

Story's Birth

She wouldn’t change into her pajamas until she wrote.

She wouldn’t sleep until she finished.

She finally closed her browser and forced her fingers to write words on the blank document.

It was an obscene time of night but something needed to be written, something needed to be created in that moment.

She had a minimum she had to meet.

After multiple eye-rubs and as the seconds ticked loudly by, the story stretched out on that Word document, growing with every moment.

She rolled her shoulders and stretched out her arms, and immediately after she returned to writing.

No music, no internet, no games, no distractions but the silence and the ticking clock and herself.

She pulled herself from glancing around at the room she knew. The familiar sights held no inspiration for her.

Seconds and minutes passed. The story unfolded and grew.

The keys her fingers tapped formed letters forming words making sentences which when strung together made something cohesive and coherent. Little black dots made a story that came from her thoughts.

With a sleepy, proud flourish, the story was done. The final period on the final sentence sealed the first (and quite rough) draft of something to be crafted into greatness. She would grow and return to the story. She would polish and perfect it until it shone. Her only obstacles could be defeated.

It was done.

She was finished. It was complete.