McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

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Revel In Their Ignorance.

Revel In Their Ignorance.

Some people,Revel in their ignorance.Arrogant grandstanding -Pushing beliefs onto innocents.Stupidity,My greatest enemy.Slimy zealotry -Ugly attempts at conversion.Once people learn the truth,They can't go backwards.Your lies,Your fictions,Want education,Most of all.

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Faith As A Footnote.

Faith As A Footnote.

Fade into history,Your faith as a footnote,In humanity's story.Cease your attempts,At indoctrination.Stop your hate -At the root.Queer lives,Will be glad to see you gone.What a wasteful mistake,Having done so much damage,Held humanity back,For millennia.Enough.

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I Want To Emancipate My Species.

I Want To Emancipate My Species.

This nirvana,Is temporary.As they all are.Beautiful creation -Will be what we leave behind,Long after we die.Inspiring others,Long after we're dead.What beautiful long game,Eh?Enlightenment,Comes.Goes.I want to emancipate my species.

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Use ‘Em As Ya Wish –

Use ‘Em As Ya Wish –

As Ever -Take My Visage,Various Forms;Method Acted Characters.Use 'Em As Ya Wish -Taking Art To Twist,New Stories,Different Endings.Show Me That Kaleidoscope,Good Or Evil,Latter More Malleable To Great Tales.Greyscapes."Fatal Flaw."Hubris.Too much Ego Death,To play those old tropes.

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All Kitchen Cupboards & Fireworks.

All Kitchen Cupboards & Fireworks.

"Salary Man Blues.""Morris Stegosaurus."(Latter crashing on my couch post-Slam.)McRae. (Johnny, Not Some Nameless Clan Witch.)Beauty In Glasses,All Kitchen Cupboards & Fireworks.Known lotta people.Some Sondered At,More Than Others.No footage of old Slams exist,Save 1,Untitled.Lost?Heh.

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Apples, Razor Blades, Oranges, Shards Of Glass.

Apples, Razor Blades, Oranges, Shards Of Glass.

Teach Me,Please.Fill my memory banks with endless new knowings,That I might weave together in infinite bliss -Into Poetry.Taking In Worlds With Pattern Recognition;Synthesizing Idealisms,Or Utopias,From Fragmented, Disparate Parts.Apples,Razor Blades,Oranges,Shards Of Glass.Cherries.

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Twice.

Twice.

Nothing to mourn but ashes,You know?Took the shotgun to my dead selves,Twice.Then burned any remainders to black & white,Enriching soil with carbon.Blowing away in winter storm winds.This cryptid I am now?It consists of better selves -Even if unmasked,Refusing masking.Witch.Shhhhhhhhhh:

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Prefer Red Meat.

Prefer Red Meat.

Prefer Red Meat.Moose Most,Beef, Bison, Buffalo, Elk, Or Deer Thereafter.Fisherman Young,Only to take to it.Like BBQ Salmon,But naught much else in Fish -Save Cephalopods,Or Crustaceans.Protein & Complex Carbs:At my absolute best my body craves it,Not much else.Remembering who I've been.

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Funny How Things Work Out, Eh Lady?

Funny How Things Work Out, Eh Lady?

Funny How Things Work Out,Eh Lady?Did my best to take care of your kids,Now you're here taking care of me.Maybe my dreams of Anarchist Collectives,Aren't so far-fetched.Cooperation.Maybe It starts here:With Simple Reciprocities,To Take Care Of The Communities We Choose;To Participate In.

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Goodnight, Void #494

Goodnight, Void #494

Goodnight,Void.Hold my solitary confinement,Somewhat sacred.Like two-way mirror,Transparent as much as reflective.Hermit Guru.Strange Cryptid Person,Claiming Witchcraft.Pointing Metaphors Like Gun Barrels.Nobody wants me.That's fine.I want me."Bonus Time."Should enjoy it.Not worry it.

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Physics of steel & size reduced.

Physics of steel & size reduced.

Freezing hands to cold metal,Ripping off skin.Numb rattling of diesel engines -Somewhere behind.25-Tonne Slows,Physics of steel & size reduced.My frail body aches,In bed.All from simple shadowboxing.Naught a decade ago,Did so with weights in both fists.Have old wounds finally caught up?

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My Darkest.

My Darkest.

My darkest,Can't be held by any Human,I've ever met.Seething boiling vacuum,Infinite Hunger emanating,From Infinite Void.Sucking At My Matter,At Yours,At Everything.You do not exist:A person who can cup palms,Around such endless despair.Agony & suffering exuding,Like an aura of death.

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Rest Gawk.

Rest Gawk.

Full Cafes,Close To Closing.Holding Soliloquy With Myselves.Bickering Masses;THEY KNOW!You're not greatest.Never will be.You're shooting quantity,Tangible countable things.So what if I drop two hundred,In a day?Only those following,Would know Sisyphus in my efforts.Rest Gawk.Norm. F-

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But Infinite Shades Of Grey Sure Do.

But Infinite Shades Of Grey Sure Do.

Sloth Oft Takes Me,After Bouts Of Gluttony.Greed Easy To Shirk,Same Immortalities -To Lust,Pride,Wrath,Envy,Amongst Other Things -Unlisted in old scriptures;Ones I hold as Museum Pieces.Sad History Of Abuse;Damage Across Humanity.Sin Doesn't Exist.But Infinite Shades Of Grey Sure...

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In Three Body Problems & Beyond.

In Three Body Problems & Beyond.

The World Is Still Filled,With Secular Blessings.Chaos Theory Incarnate;In Three Body Problems & Beyond.Infinity:Held:"For The Future:So you remember ehat we thought about,Even through our ending as a species." Second Most Prolific Poet,Walks To Cafe On Boxing Day:"Pondering,Typos adding...

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“To the games, my friend.”

“To the games, my friend.”

Not Today,Dead Man.Today I rise,Shake off thick, crispy layers,Of Rust.Slow -Yet Steady.Pouring out words in a digital haze -Assembling my false empire,Of hollow wisdoms;Nobody wants to hear.Nobody can keep up with it all:So I'm working for myself,& dead scholars in centuries to come.

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A World That Treats Beauty Kindly, Ugly Worse.

A World That Treats Beauty Kindly, Ugly Worse.

No photos of me,For hungry eyes.Old Troll I Am,My beauty?Long gone.Ground out of me over time:In scars & sufferings.Obese:Empty -Of Visual Cues.Beyond Allosexual Spectrums;I exist apart.Yet still must endure the commonalities,Of the masses.A World That Treats Beauty Kindly,Ugly Worse.

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Will They Ever Jail All The Oligarchs?

Will They Ever Jail All The Oligarchs?

Humanity?A Mess.Zero Leadership;Towards Humanist Utopias.9 Billion Scuttling Apes,Focused On The Five Feet In Front,& Behind Them.Self-Centered.Ignorant En Masse.Struggling To Do More,Than Work As Slaves,Survival:For Pittance Wages.Will They Ever Jail All The Oligarchs?Billionaires?

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Goodnight, Void #7223

Goodnight, Void #7223

Goodnight, Void.Forget was ever here.Entropy: Only one I care about,Only opinion I value.Death is a piss-poor muse,Regardless of her as a lover.Romance is dead.But demand only absolutes -Romance so powerful,Even Titans Can Be Swayed.Show Me The Shape Of Your Heart,Try Not To Crush It.

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Wel-

Wel-

Lust?Foreign To Me.Sounds Annoying,To Be Always Wanting,Never Having.Can Empathize Though -With you rabid allosexuals.My dopamine drips,Are always a drop too empty.Yet regardless of how good I am,At something -Some things just become a chore.Alien?Sure.Queer?Definitely.Strange?Wel-

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The Pickup Truck Diaries: “The Second Most Prolific Poet In History” & Goal Setting.

Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...

Central Universe Science Fiction Shorts: An Update!

Campfire. Come gather 'round the campfire. Let me tell you a story. Several small ones, in fact! It started a month or two ago, when I had a bunch of hits on "Our Better Angels" via the 'ol analytics. Now, I've been running this little business for half a decade - so out of neurotic perfectionism,...

McRae’s MTG Corner: The Rainbow Bible. (AKA The Rukarumel “Gay Pirates!” Tribal Tribal CEDH Primer.)

WARNING: This piece clocks in at 62,000+ words. It currently holds the record for longest "CEDH Primer" ever written. (Although it's more like a textbook or resource guide to Tribal Archetypes, and Rainbow/5c Magic, really.) It is over half the size of my sci fi books. Please remember to drink...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Tempo For Dummies (Especially For Commander.)

Aight, we back yet again. Somehow in my long years of being an L1 Judge and Modern and EDH player, I had never realized that learning tempo in Magic The Gathering is a rather visceral experience, in that you learn experientially. For the layman, that means that you have to learn that deep sense of...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

The Brewery Episode 32: “Copycat.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0w1Ycexuk30&ab_channel=TheBreweryMTG Omnath, Locus of the Roil vs Wilson, Refined Grizzly & Criminal Past vs Wernog, Rider's Chaplain & Sophina, Spearsage Deserter vs Ghost of Ramirez DePietro & Tormod, the Desecrator | MTG Commander Gameplay | The...

Decipher Me Of Blood And Bone. // Keeping Score.

Decipher me of blood and bone,To identify the issue prone,For nothing ever seems to lack,Yet love-in-mulling right on track,Interpret me a sea of years,Whisper me a sea of dry-bone tears,But mention once a viper sting,From soft inheritance of life doth sing,And silent holiest of holy nights,Chases...

NAY, CRASS & LOUD.

NAY,CRASS & LOUD.A BEATING OF THE CHEST.BELIEF IN EXPONENTS,ENOUGH FAITH TO FUEL US FOREVER.I HATE THEIR GODS.POEMS,PIECES OF THE SOUL -RIPPED FROM THE HOST,CUPPED WITHIN THE HANDS.BLOWN INTO THE CLEAR BLUE SKY.

Math As Poetry.

Let's do math,On becoming the most prolific poet of all time.6000 poems,Via Bradburne.The summit,You must pique to peak.At current rates,There're fifty-two weeks per year.Ten poems a week?Five hundred & twenty a year.Twelve years a victor.Twenty five a week,Cuts that number down to four.

Human Excommunication.

Humble hermitage.Lost heritage.A struggle a hundred years old.Dead relatives,Enunciating the differences,Between us and them.We're just vermin,To them -Eh?Unworthy of life.Fit for subjugation,Or extermination.Would I end a war,And damn an oppressor to justice.

SPEAKING IN CAPITALS LIKE THE ROMANS

SOLIDARITY HAS BEEN FALSETOO OFTENSOLIDARITY NOW HAS TO BE EARNEDMERITOCRACIES BUILTWITH BEST INTENTIONSEMPIRES FALLINGOR RISINGAS EVERQUEER QUESTIONSMETAPHORS AS SHARP AS STRING THEORYPEELING SOCIAL FABRICFROM BROKEN SOCIAL CONSTRUCTTHREADS AT A TIMESPEAKING IN CAPITALSLIKE THE ROMANS

White Rabbits.

Back to the abyss,That happy place.Full of infinite reflection,Void.Within which:Infinite Deconstruction of The SelfCan occur.Beautiful entropy.Silent & damning.Plucking seconds,From eternities.There's no white rabbit,Alice.Just a strange old cryptid,Telling truths.

Can You Feel The Entropy?

Come,Softling.Rest awhile,Amongst the abyss.Can you feel the entropy,Suckling at your thumbs?Sit atop my shoulder,As we gaze out into the infinite void.Quiet,Dark.There is no greater peace than this.Come,Sweetling.Nestle in my arms,Be still.Embrace this oblivion.

Wrestling Control.

Enough midnight poems. Repeat aloud: "I'm going to remember that I'm dreaming, & become omnipotent." Mantra unto lucid dreams,Another holy pedestal to obtain.Skill to add to my pouch;Grinning. Methods of wrestling control,Of a thousand dreams. From monsters who kill me,Night after...

Mortal Coil.

I’ll shed this mortal coil,Slip from my flesh,Unhinge from my bloodworks,Then escape through my heart;And become a phantom.I’ll dance amongst the stars.And then I shall be free.

We Shall Not Burn.

We who would rather be demons,Than blind little angels.Knowledge being the power,With which we equip ourselves.We shall not burn;The Garden of Eden.Nor will we weep pools of black acid.The evils have already been unleashed.We are some of them.Older.Wiser.Reformed.Fighting,For justice.

In Faux Meditation.

Sullen,In my own way.Crosslegged,In faux meditation.Planning.Plotting.For emptying my mind,Seldom serves a purpose.I've sondered enough.Being one,With the universe?Not interested.I'm playing the Humanism game,Philosophy be damned.Fighting for the survival of my species.At all costs.

Sliver.

I'll shave my life,Down to seconds.Slivers,That've lived in our hands for decades.Metal & wood.Creation,In excess.Laughter,Cleverness.Stoic reminders of truth,For sake of learning.I promised infinite growth.Have to make good on my promises.Down to nothing.Slivers.

Our Story Is Too Big For Petty Things.

Our lives,Father?Our love,Dad?Any Heroic Epic I could write?All would pale in comparison -To the real legend of our lives.Broken Savant Syndromes.Pygmalion Complexes.Dumb Disabled Loggers,Eh?Decades in the bush.Years upon mountaintops.No,Dave.Our story is too big -For petty things.

Bookmark.

Shall I bookmark you?Save you for later -When you've self actualized?Grown into your fullest self?Sometimes a person,Simply isn't ready for it.Evolution is less kind,Unfortunately.Ascension is scary,So is potential.But one must persevere,Change,Adapt.Become.