#thehyrulefool

[markrosewater]

Given that eldrazi can also traverse between planes, could they someday get more planeswalker-like cards?

Eldrazi are not planeswalkers so cannot get planeswalker or planeswalker-like (whatever that means) cards. They are creatures albeit colorless and mostly huge.

[markrosewater]

Do you think a vanilla legendary with interesting cost or typing would be possible?

Yes, see below. : )

[elspethsunschampion]

Even if Jayce has a dick /now/ given that he lives in the same place as the Simic Combine he doesn't /have/ to have been born with it.

This is also absolutely true.

[punkasshunter]

thehyrulefool replied to your post “Lilith showed up 2 eridium injectors after they learned Angel was a...”

its pretty heavily implied that anyone with the Vault Hunter's echo can tell what's going on around them, so Lilith probably knew when the Vault Hunter first learned

Except for that Roland’s first words when he arrived were also, “What the hell? Did I miss something, or is Angel a SIREN?!” so it seems pretty obvious that everyone was fairly shocked 

[ekkocentric-blog]

♫ Ahri and Miss Fortune

SEND ME TWO CHARACTER’S NAMES AND A ♫ AND I’LL TELL YOU A SONG THAT DESCRIBES THEIR RELATIONSHIP

True Love by P!nk 

“At the same time, I wanna hug youI wanna wrap my hands around your neckYou’re an asshole but I love youAnd you make me so mad I ask myselfWhy I’m still here, or where could I goYou’re the only love I’ve ever knownBut I hate you, I really hate you,So much, I think it must be”

[chryselephantines]

For Guardian of the Sands Syndra, why not Scarab Beetles instead of sand for her orbs?

Well, from a game design standpoint scarab beetles might have too many moving parts and make the skin too ‘busy’ looking to implement. It would  be really cool but realistically speaking, the coolest things aren’t always the best.

See, if it were one beetle, then perhaps that would work, but Syndra has three orbs that constantly rotate around her. It might muddle with her readability in game.

Also, there’s also the issue of her skill animations. Implementing something like this would require the effort that would go into an ultimate skin, most likely. Q would need a unique and entirely new animation, since normally she simply conjures an orb in a targeted area. I suppose the scarab could jump/crawl out of the ground in a Fizz R kinda fashion, but then you also have to take into account a beetle ‘idle’ animation, and then a ‘disappearing’ animation. W, she could just command it, and E, well, she’d just send out a wave of sand to knock the beetle forward, I guess.

Alternatively, her orbs could be made of solid gold with scarab motifs and have sand particles. That would be a lot more manageable. Sand is also just kind of the easiest, I think. Because then, it would be similar to the Atlantean Syndra skin by way of effects-- just with sand particles instead.

Wow that got a lot longer than I expected, but this is just my opinion. I hope my points make sense?

[kat-ducouteau]

Sing friend

[Payback i see >3> 3/10]

[the-king-of-the-river]

Story time for tahm's involement after the burning tides?

“Why, of course I will oblige such a succinct request, and so to the point. I’ve always admired humans who ain’t got time for pokin’ around their reason for dealin’ with me, but at the same time I always appreciate bein’ made to feel like the King I truly am.

And if there’s anythin’ humans excel at, it’s at makin’ me feel more important.

So... Regardin’ the series of events folks have begun to refer to as the “Burnin’ Tides”... That would be summarisin’ the whole of Gangplanks rise and subsequent fall, and me bein’ so intricately linked with the people of Bilgewater, let me tell you, I’ve had plenty of moments where my influence has so very marginally nudged the river of fate to flow where I want.

But when it comes to Miss Fortune... Why, my involvement there ain’t just marginal, and it certainly ain’t over. When my time of feastin’ comes, let me tell you; I got no qualms that whatever I reap from this whole... Burnin’ Tides... It’ll be mighty swell.

Hell, the discord from the fall of the Pirate King has been bountiful enough for me. Ain’t it marvelous what fightin’ does to make people wanna leave, even if they ain’t got no money to be leavin’? Makes them go straight into the arms of somethin’ they ought be fearin’...

Anyway, you wanna know after these events, yes? Well that, I can oblige...

I’d been watchin’ the events. It wasn’t just chance I was in Bilgewater- though by now it’s obvious I had somethin’ to do with the way that story unfolded, and the way the dust settled.Now, topplin’ the Pirate King ain’t gonna leave the playin’ field level. It was always gonna blast a hole right in it, a hole shaped exactly like Miss Sarah Fortune’s desperate hunger for revenge. 

When a power like Gangplank is removed, all those squealin’ writhin’ bodies rush to fill the hole- and what they don’t realise is that there’s somethin’ already there, somethin’ shaped like me. I’ve seen it before, every time someone that influential is removed.

It’s almost laughable, the way you humans make the same mistakes. But then, if you didn’t, I wouldn’t be nearly as well-fed as I am now, figuratively speakin’.

The first great fireball almost knocked my hat off. P’rhaps I was lurkin’ too close to the boat, hidin’ beneath the rotten beams of a dock, the remains of my meal still in my hands. I dropped the bones into the water when the boat when up, my calculatin’ eyes watchin’ carefully. Ain’t nothin’ survivin’ that, and if they did, then the creatures of the sea would be lappin’ them up without mercy. 

My gaze picked out the bait, eventually. The cardshark and the outlaw. They were unimportant for now; the power vacuum that was formin’ in front of my very eyes was practically makin’ me salivate. From my hidin’ place, I liked to think I could spot the conductor of my feast, her red hair, way up in her hide. Now, I’m wonderin’ if she knew what she wrought, but at the time I was lost in the smell of blood and burnin’ flesh.

I ain’t ever been so happy.

And the cry that went out, and the way that the bells followed it, and the shouts...! Gangplank is dead! Gangplank is dead! Gangplank is dead! Why, music to the ear to a connoisseur of despair like myself. 

The lootin’ started almost straight away, and I got to work swiftly after. The screams and the shouts of Bilgewater fightin’ and tearin’ itself apart, why, they were somethin’ to behold. That first night I made seventeen deals, all with folks runnin’ away from someone. The second, I got the richer ones- the higher ups and their families, who never did think they’d be makin’ deals with the River King.

I ain’t been so swimmin’ in deals since the Mage Wars. I would be done with one, only to have some other poor soul turn the corner and face my helpful smile.

There was one lad; a gang leader. His name is unimportant, I ain’t gonna remember it, and I ain’t gonna be keepin’ any souvenirs. But he was runnin’, lady wife in hand and kid in the other, baby in the hands of the woman. Their runnin’ took them past a burnin’ boat on the docks, a burnin’ boat they’d hoped to board, and then straight into my helpful arms.

They were bein’ chased, he said, by Fortune’s men. He’d once got rich from Gangplank and now they were to die for it. She was roundin’ them up, burnin’ down taverns and brothels, anythin’ that bore his mark.Well, I ain’t ever about to be takin’ sides when there’s a meal to be had, am I? I’d take them, I said, to somewhere they could be safe. Freljord, I suggested, cold, but perfect for tough folks like them.

No chance of Fortune followin’ them.

Quick trips, there and back, right to where I was. I ain’t ever traveled so many miles in such a short span of time- and it was all easy trips, takin’ them places of safety, takin’ them places where they could keep their wealth. No time travelin’ or complex trips; all of it easy dips into the soothin’ embrace of the water.

Even when the Harrowin’ came, Bilgewater was still rippin’ itself apart. ‘Course, it’d mostly all calmed- Fortune seeks to be queen, I’m reckonin’, and I’m hopin’ she does. ‘Cause she ain’t got what Gangplank had. Bilgewater is gonna stay a broilin’ hive of discontent, and if she’s queen? Why, I ain’t ever gonna leave my favourite city. Why should I?

Though that brings me smoothly on...

I hear a whisper, and it ain’t a pleasant one for me... They say the King is still alive, and while I got respect for an unkillable human, there ain’t much I can say about losin’ meals when Bilgewater ain’t scramblin’ for power again.

But I suppose...

It’s all a matter of seein’ what happens.And in the meantime, to answer your question- my involvement ain’t anythin’ more than enjoyin’ the sweet sorrow of despair that’s become my nightly feast.And all thanks to Miss Fortune.

Ain’t that nice?