Necropede Infected You.

mtg-realm: Magic: the Gathering - Zendikar Gear Zendikar is a...

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 09:03:45 +0900

Magic: the Gathering - Zendikar Gear

Zendikar is a world of adventure and reward for those with the courage to brave its perils - click these links - You’re gonna need the right gear to survive.
• Expedition Map
• Adventuring Gear
• Trailblazer’s Boots
• Explorer’s Scope
• Trusty Machete
• Grappling Hook

Zendikar, setting for the block of the same name, is a plane with powerful sources of mana, which flows differently there. Its landscape is constantly shifting and changing. This process is called The Roil. This makes settlements very scarce and only few outposts of civilization are present. Its riches in mana and other wealth has made it a destination for Planeswalkers to explore and exploit. The promise of this is also enough to lure in various local explorers and adventurers.

markrosewater: “Tales from the Pit” #547

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:50:03 +0900

markrosewater:

“Tales from the Pit” #547

nundes: 年齢不詳って感じだすのがすっごく難しい人だなってつくづく思う｡

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:39:49 +0900

nundes:

年齢不詳って感じだすのがすっごく難しい人だなってつくづく思う｡

steveargyle: San Deigo GP 2013

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:37:58 +0900

steveargyle:

San Deigo GP 2013

postrk: I have a price list thingie doo dad for personal...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:36:12 +0900

postrk:

I have a price list thingie doo dad for personal appearances! Huzzah!

markrosewater: “Tales from the Pit” #546

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:02:11 +0900

markrosewater:

“Tales from the Pit” #546

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:59:09 +0900

fyeahygocardart: Testudo erat Numen Its Japanese card name is...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:58:24 +0900

fyeahygocardart:

Testudo erat Numen

Its Japanese card name is かつて神と呼ばれた亀(Kame Who Called Kami Once), oh it sounds like Kamigawan legendary creature… I really like this art.

theartofmtg: steveargyle: Las Vegas Magic the Gathering Grand...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:41:01 +0900

theartofmtg:

steveargyle:

Las Vegas Magic the Gathering Grand Prix 2013 Menu.

I’ll also have some giveaways, (binder candy!) and some one-of and limited stuff. Like the original oil “Planeswalker Portraits,” and the super-detailed acrylic alterations. So come by and see me!

I probably won’t be offering much in the way of “off-menu” at the event. Stuff like 2x2 and 3x3 artist proof sketches, full size or color mat sketches, that sort of thing. I’ll be playing it by ear, but with pre-registration alone nearing 3,000 players, I’ll probably have to say no to anything that takes significantly longer than a sketch or an alter.

Keep an eye here though, we may be formulating a plan to accommodate more special requests, and hopefully more players total as well.

TTFN,

Steve

Be sure to stop by Steve’s table if you’re going!

MTG Art - Imgur

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:34:58 +0900

MTG Art - Imgur:

mtg-realm:

magicmissileheadshot:

I love this stuff!!

THIS ! May be the best link I’ve clicked on for a week (with the exception of that lemon party troll link).

kekai-k: Another Legend of the Cryptids art

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:13:19 +0900

kekai-k:

Another Legend of the Cryptids art

Sometimes, it disappoints me that a lot of fiction tends to made...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:49:00 +0900

Sometimes, it disappoints me that a lot of fiction tends to made a man and a woman enter the romantic relation although they are “good friends.”

This is why Emmara/Jace relationship in The Secretist has a little uncomfortable to me. I really love their friendship in Agents of Artifice…

polishtamales: tonkatsutaco: Tonkatsu Taco | Episode 3 |...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:01:29 +0900

polishtamales:

tonkatsutaco:

Tonkatsu Taco | Episode 3 | Father’s Day Special

Father’s Day Comic!

Magical Boy Lost

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:55:05 +0900

revisedangel:

Some days the heat is so sweltering you can smell it in the air. Even if you take refuge indoors the smell of the heat outside mixes with the processed air inside and every part of you is aware you live in a valley of fire. When you are camped out with your partner in a metal box on wheels, it doesn’t matter how high you crank up the AC, you just sweat and melt and sweat. I had my headphones plugged into one ear listening to a podcast, leaving my other ear free to hear the crackling of the beat down radio, in case they called our unit number. My partner was rambling on and on about how he thought anyone over sixty-five shouldn’t be allowed to enter the lottery because they were bound to die soon anyways. I hear this rant every time the Powerball pot became gigantic. Him and half the crew are driving down after shift to the Cali border to purchase tickets. I had already told him three times today I didn’t want a ticket, like I tell him every time. He thinks the heat must be getting to brain though so just keeps asking if I’m sure. I’m about to tell him if he mentions the lottery one more time I’m going to tell his new girlfriend about his stash of porn photos on his cell phone but the radio crackles again and wonkie sounding female voice you can’t understand emits from it. My partner, agitated at the run down radio kicks it for good measure. I guess the 119deg heat has us both edgy.

The squawking voice came over the radio again and this time I could make out our unit number. I responded clear and she advised there was 419 possible suicide about three blocks from our staging area. 419 means dead. The kind of dead I can’t help you back from. My partner lit us up and I advised we were in route. He began cursing at the cars not yielding to our ambulance as per usual and then said, “I hope it isn’t a damn kid”. I thought about that for a second then replied, “I hope if it is his parents aren’t the ones who found them. That’s always the worst.” Then my partner quipped, “It’s too hot to do anything, even die. Maybe we will get lucky and it is just an attempt. It is too hot to be attempting things too though.”

We came screaming to a stop in front of a beautiful home in a richer area of the Valley. My partner jumped out and grabbed the gear bag while I grabbed the gurney. As we walked towards the front door I could see a man standing in the entrance. He didn’t move a muscle or even blink as we approached. Tears just openly poured down his cheeks. I approached him, “Sir, can you take us to the emergency.” He didn’t move out of the doorway. His six foot frame just blocked it like a great oak tree. My partner put his hand on the man’s shoulder and that seemed to jolt him back to reality. He just kind of shuffled to the side, letting us through the door. Like we do on most calls, we let our ears do the walking and followed the sobs. The sobbing lead to an upstairs bedroom where a young boy, maybe fifteen, was lying on the floor of his room being cradled by his mom. She looked up as we entered and began screaming at us to save her baby boy. There is a place people can go that is past hysterical, me and my partner call it the death break. Some people see a loved one dead and shut down, softly sob to themselves, start pacing but a few mentally break. I could see lividity had set in and there was no working this young man. My partner picked her up off the ground and I did my cursory check of vitals to confirm the obvious signs of death were present. No pulse. No breaths. Lividity and upon touch slight rigor mortis had set as well. There were three empty bottles of prescription pills turned over on the bed. One was prescribed in a woman’s name. All three of the medications were lethal in large doses. All three bottles were empty. Not one pill left. I stood up and told the Mom, “Your son is dead. There is nothing medicine can do for him now. My partner and I will be here with you through everything that is about to happen.” I was frank and honest, just like I was trained to be. No fake words of comfort. No euphemisms or false platitudes. Just the simple, honest, horrible truth. That is when the death break happened. She had been waiting for us. Hoping what she already knew was a lie. Hoping I could work miracles. She slapped me as hard she could across the face. Her nails dug into the skin around the corner of my eye and little drops of blood began to form. My partner wrapped her up from behind and physically removed her from the room. I could hear the Police cars who had been dispatched at the same time as us finally arriving. The Police never stop moving when the real heat descends on Las Vegas. People just lose their minds. I quickly covered my eye with gauze and tape so as to not contaminate the crime scene. I couldn’t leave the body alone now that I was here.

As I looked down I saw a small, gangly teen who would have probably grown up to be very tall. He was so skinny right now though. I bet he hated being that skinny. I bet he had been trying just as hard to gain weight his whole life as I had been trying to keep it off. Looks like we both hadn’t done very good at our goals. His death face was so sad I couldn’t look at him any longer. As I glanced around the room the first thing I noticed was a large Star Wars poster hanging behind his bed. It was the most famous one of Princess Lea wrapped around the leg of Hans Solo in her white dress. The kid had good taste in movies. I discovered we would have gotten along famously if we had been able to meet under different circumstances.. His room was a beacon of geekdom. He had Sega, super Nintendo, PlayStation, x-box all on the entertainment center below his TV. So he was definitely a gamer like me. As my eyes scanned past his desk, which had a stack of Spider-man comics (Batman is better, just the facts, nothing to be done about it), I noticed a stack of shiny foil packets next to his stack of comics. My breath caught. I stepped a little closer and saw that logo. Magic: the Gathering. The game I’d loved my whole life but almost never talked about with anyone, not even my partner, because I didn’t want to hear the inevitable “girls play that nerd game” remarks. I studied the boys face harder and tried to remember if I had ever seen him at an FNM or maybe at a comic event. Couldn’t place his face anywhere though. I wondered if he played MTG with an older brother or sister, or maybe some friends. If he had even heard about Friday Night Magic, or knew there were places you could go with people who love the same geeks things everyone else calls you names for. I wondered if he loved school or hated it, if he would have been a blue mage or red one. Maybe his brain would have been soaked in white mana like mine. As I stood there thinking about Magic and this dead child who didn’t have to be dead my heart cracked. I thought about all the other dead face I had rolled on and wondered what it was about this one boy that seemed to affect me so strongly. Why the girl my crew calls the Texas Tornado wanted to just sit down cry. I didn’t feel much like a Tornado standing over this boy. I didn’t even feel like a little dirt devil. I was deflated. I was empty.

I made it through the rest of the call and never shed one tear drop. The Police shuffled in and out, the Coroners crew showed up. Me and my partner gave our statements and account of actions and steps on scene and then we were back in our metal cooker driving back towards the station. My partner glanced at me and said, “this one bite you?” I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I didn’t want him to die.” My partner understood. He had calls bite him too. I’ve worked countless suicides since that call, they all just whirl around you and you wonder how to stop them. What can be done. What can be said. How you make child who has been beaten or abused or ignored understand it gets better. How you explain it doesn’t get perfect but it gets livable, sometimes it gets down right awesome even.

I can’t relate to what you are going through. I can empathize but that is falling just short. I’ve been beaten plenty of times but never physically abused by a loved one. I’ve never been raped, I wasn’t picked on in high school, my parents weren’t assholes. I’ve never suffered from crippling mental disorders, or chemical imbalances. Never had a terminal disease and while I have had plenty of aches and pains, never had the kind of constant pain some of my patients have. The kind of pain you’d do just about anything to get to stop. I have never known what is like to be trapped in a body I feel didn’t’ belong to me. I don’t know why that little magical boy couldn’t stand taking one more breath that day. I don’t know why you might want to join him. I can only tell you what has helped me in my saddest, darkest times. It is quite simply Magic. Nerds like me. Being with my people. People who love to debate the tiniest detail of a of a character painted on a piece of cardboard and whether it really fits with the “flavor” of their color scheme. It is getting lost in a passion. Something that can consume you, somethings not so serious and scary. I don’t know if you like to get lost in your art, your music, or like me in a little bit of magic but please get lost. Don’t stop. Get lost. Stopping is so final. Search as hard as you can for as long as you can to find that one thing, your hope charm. Your Magic. When you finally find it don’t ever anyone take from you. Don’t ever let go.

rayxomnus: Ral Zarek, finished! Cosplay by me, character by...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:41:23 +0900

rayxomnus:

Ral Zarek, finished!

Cosplay by me, character by Wizards of the Coast.

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:38:31 +0900

steveargyle: I may be starting to get the hang of this oil...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:09:00 +0900

steveargyle:

I may be starting to get the hang of this oil stuff.

A couple of things I may still change when it’s dry enough, though I’m still debating it: In the middle, you see that I had spines coming off the cheek over the gill slits. I got rid of them because they felt a little aggressive. But now they’re gone I kind of miss that interesting element. So I may do something else there. I’ll probably redo the background as something a little softer, Maybe an ocean sunset or something like that.

toolshedoriginal: girlgamervogue: Trans and a Gamer...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:07:00 +0900

toolshedoriginal:

girlgamervogue:

Trans and a Gamer Girl

“What is it like for you being a Trans gamer?” I’ve been asked this question a few times, never…

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Hey guys. I wrote this. It was more than a little hard to do. I had been asked by a friend and editor of mine a while back to write it and I dodged the bullet. Did I really want to put myself more out there then I already do?

Apparently I did a good. As of now it has 1K+ views and even made it’s way on to Reddit thanks to a friend. And for once, Reddit isn’t being the armpit of the internet.

There is something I want to point out. When I talk about my experience at GP Providence 2011, there seems to be some misinformation. Maybe misinformation isn’t the right word. There seems to be people who don’t understand the tone. The staff didn’t ask me about how I was dressed out of concern. She wasn’t worried I was trying to distract my opponents.

No, her tone was whimsical. She honestly thought, like Brad Nelson and Gerry Thompson did a year later, that I was dressed as I was for a gag. And whether or not her intent wasn’t to humiliate or embarrass me isn’t the point. I was embarrassed. Nobody wants to be told they look like a joke. And no, as someone wondered on Reddit, I did not reem the staffer. I simply replied with:

“Why do you wear glasses?”

She replied “I need them to see.”

“Well, I am wearing a dress because I am a girl.”

No malice. No being enraged to her. I don’t think people always have ill intentions, but the situation was hurtful and it didn’t leave me feeling too good. I don’t get why people get the right to tell me how I should feel about people’s reactions to me b/c I am trans. I don’t get how being Trans equates to “I don’t have a right to be upset when people are being ignorant.”

Thank you everyone who read this far down and went to read my article. If you could, please comment like and share. I submitted it as one of my articles to be used to consider me for a New York Comic Con press pass. B/c of the 1K views, they will take notice. But some comments will go a long way.

Thanks and remember to keep it casual guys
-Amanda <3

ps, Amanda is not the WORST name I could pick as a Trans person. Its meaning is “a person deserving to be loved,” something I feel is true about me.

kekai-k: Something I did for that Legends of the Cryptids game

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 10:49:44 +0900

kekai-k:

Something I did for that Legends of the Cryptids game

The Phyrexian Invasion - Hypercomic

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 10:48:00 +0900

The Phyrexian Invasion - Hypercomic:

magicexpandedmultiverse:

So, yesterday I mentioned on here that one of the earliest hypercomics was, in fact, a Magic hypercomic. Hypercomics are comics that can only function on the Web. Printing them out would significantly alter your experience of the work. And while it took a long time for the field to become popular, one of the first companies to dip their toes into the medium was not Marvel or DC but our own Wizards of the Coast.

The experiment was designed to introduce the epic conclusion to one of Magic’s most profound and canon-changing stories.

Illustrated by Kev Walker, the comic opens on the eve of the Phyrexian Invasion of Dominaria.

This website and comic have fallen off the official internet, but the Internet Archive has saved the webpage. Almost everything, miraculously, has been preserved. Tragically, the Apocalypse page seems to be permanently inaccessible. If anyone can figure out another place this was saved, I’ll forever be in your debt.

But the introduction to Dominaria’s darkest hour, with its ambient soundtrack and gorgeously gritty art, still has the power to send us back to that moment, so many years ago, when the fate of the Multiverse hung in the balance, protected only by one small skyship and the millennial plotting of a mad Planeswalker…