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The Perfect Magic Card
So... We've all seen some good magic cards around. But we here have to try very hard to make these guys perfect. Here, this can be the easiest or hardest contest you've ever seen. The rules are:
-Make me a new card.
-The card must have perfect formatting and flawless spelling, grammer, color and other stuff.
-The card can be any type.
-The art must be very unique and uncommon, original at best and perfectly fitting into the magic theme.
-One entry per person, except you may post more than one, just tell me which is your actual one.
-Must have good and unique flavor text.
-Old art is not allowed. ( @Faiths_Guide can't do anything now!)
-All keywords must be new and original except these: Flying, Indestructible, and Trample, because these are natural abilities and cannot be remade.
-All abilities must be original, so it can't be based off an old card.
-Make a cool name for the card.
-Make the card a story.
-Grading is based on 30% Flawlessness, 30% Originalness and balance, 25% Art, 15% How cool the card looks and how good the flavor text is.
Prizes: I will grade everyone on a scale of 1-10. The top 3 places each get a special trophy and follows based on their points on the scale.
Oh, you still want a story? Why? How do you want me to do that? Nope. No story for today.
Note: I want to give special thanks to the following people: @Corwinnn for being a cool Mod and making all this possible, @Rhythm_ for making awesome contests and @Faiths_Guide for being my inspiration in making new cards. Thanks to all of you guys.
-Make me a new card.
-The card must have perfect formatting and flawless spelling, grammer, color and other stuff.
-The card can be any type.
-The art must be very unique and uncommon, original at best and perfectly fitting into the magic theme.
-One entry per person, except you may post more than one, just tell me which is your actual one.
-Must have good and unique flavor text.
-Old art is not allowed. ( @Faiths_Guide can't do anything now!)
-All keywords must be new and original except these: Flying, Indestructible, and Trample, because these are natural abilities and cannot be remade.
-All abilities must be original, so it can't be based off an old card.
-Make a cool name for the card.
-Make the card a story.
-Grading is based on 30% Flawlessness, 30% Originalness and balance, 25% Art, 15% How cool the card looks and how good the flavor text is.
Prizes: I will grade everyone on a scale of 1-10. The top 3 places each get a special trophy and follows based on their points on the scale.
Oh, you still want a story? Why? How do you want me to do that? Nope. No story for today.
Note: I want to give special thanks to the following people: @Corwinnn for being a cool Mod and making all this possible, @Rhythm_ for making awesome contests and @Faiths_Guide for being my inspiration in making new cards. Thanks to all of you guys.
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Comments
@IanLowenthal, nice card, I could easily see this in decks using destroy or remove based combos, it's just that it isn't flawless, you missed a comma. You can fix it, but don't worry, it won't affect you much.
I find this card to be very good, but it probably will loose
Nothing was left to give this card a flavor text
@emrakul12, the card is pretty unique and very powerful, but 2 things went wrong: First, the art is not mtg art, and second, the mana formatting went kinda wrong. Oh, any you should remove some unnecessary text.
@ChaseTheHuman, that's a nice card, just put the {5} before the {t} instead of after.
Entry: Cavarus, Weeping Wizard
http://mtgcardsmith.com/view/cavarus-weeping-wizard?list=user
http://mtgcardsmith.com/view/cavarus-weeping-wizard?list=user
I don't follow, what is "save up" and what is "old art"?
Do you mean I upload old cards to contests that don't specify otherwise? If so, you covered that in another rule here.
Needs a story?
I hope this is good!
How would you define "new"? It was less than 1/2 an hour old. You never specified (nor could you reasonably specify) that it had to be exclusive to this contest and couldn't be published elsewhere.
On top of that, I have a good bit of his story worked out. You want to hear it or not?
Elaque was a dryad that was friends with all humans, giving food and water to all who were fortunate enough to cross her path. She once met a young woodcutter who was lost in the forest. She offered to show him the way home, and he accepted. As night came, the woodcutter got out his ax, and started to chop down the trees around him. Elaque felt betrayed, and asked why he was doing this, as her strength came from the life in the forest she lived in. The woodcutter explained that he needed to build a shelter to sleep in during night. She understood, and allowed him to build the shelter. Then, once the woodcutter was done building the shelter, Elaque went to sleep. She was awakened in the middle of the night to see the woodcutter cutting down more trees. Elaque thought he was maybe just patching a hole in his shelter, but when the woodcutter started to burn the wood from the trees, Elaque thought this must have been an act of pure hatred. She faked being still asleep, and waited for the woodcutter to fall asleep. When she was completely sure he was asleep, Elaque sneaked up to the woodcutter's shelter, grabbed one of the sticks in the fire, and lit the woodcutter on fire. He woke up, saw he was on fire, and ran into the woods, trying to extinguish the fire. He died after a few seconds, but his clothes lit a tree on fire, which set all of the other trees around it on fire, and eventually there was a forest fire rampaging the land. It destroyed almost every plant in the forest, and Elaque felt terrible, not only from losing almost all of her life force from losing the plants in the forest, but because she knew that she had brought it upon herself. She now spends her time repopulating the forest with trees, but still holds a grudge against all humans because of what the woodcutter had done.
Struggling to his feet, the misplaced Daimyo looked about himself. Turning in circles in what looked like aimless shifting. He began feeling dizzy before he'd even turned around once.
"It must be the loss of blood" he thought groggily to himself.
He stopped turning and, after a few seconds to calm his swirling head, he half walked half stumbled in the direction he imagined he'd just been crawling in. The day was coming to a close and the light beginning to fade. Knowing he wasn't alone didn't bring him any comfort, the last couple of nights he'd been alone in these forsaken rocks he'd been woken by the howling cry of wolves. He felt sure he'd be able to defend himself then, but know he was nearly sure he wouldn't.
Again he thought to himself with difficulty "this may be my last night. I have lived honorably and kept the commands of my Shogun. What awaits?"
An explosion of light and sound erupted over an outcropping of more rock in front of him. He fell backwards with a scream, though, even if it weren't for the noise of the explosion, it was barely audible through his parched lips. He hit the ground and lost all awareness.
He awoke with a start, totally incapable of discerning the length of his unconscious state and half expecting to find rabid teeth sunk into his flesh. To his surprise, he couldn't have been much farther from the truth. As his vision returned and all haze was taken away he was slowly able to focus on his surroundings. Massive intricately carved pillars, which artistically represented dragons and arcing flames, formed orderly lines in all directions out from where he lay on the jade floor. The pillars on his left and right stretched beyond his now fully functional eyesight into total darkness. Only twelve feet in front of him, however, the pillars stopped abruptly at a throne, which rivaled the pillars in scale, which was occupied.
The voice of the seated one could be heard clearly, "You have been discovered. You have been tried. You have been accepted. Forget your past, Daimyo, you have a new Shogun now."
The next day, week, month flew by in a blur of activity and emotion. Our misplaced Daimyo hadn't lost his identity, rather, he had gained in increased sense of one. An expanding of his self-awareness as he had never experienced before. He'd been adopted into a culture, a world, a family similar to those he'd always known and yet wholly different. Within the first week his skills had doubled and had yet to cease in expansion. His katana that he had with him when he arrived had been melted and reforged, eradicating the symbol of his old Shogun and in its place a symbol of fire had been emblazoned. All of his skills he'd brought with him were enhanced, many skills he now possessed were entirely new. Magic of a sort completely foreign to his past existence he now wielded with deft skill.
A year passed, he had land, still covered in stony crevices, now his own. An order came to his humble palace to come to The Pyre (where he had regained consciousness). He strode into the chamber, fearless and capable. Immediately he was subdued by four more experienced Daimyos, shackled, and thrown before the Shogun on his knees.
"Do you swear fealty to me?" The Shogun, with apparent disinterest asked.
"I swear all that I am and more." Came the shackled Daimyo's response without hesitation.
His chains were burst in a shower of fire and sparks that lit the room.
The Shogun spoke, "Rise, Flamerite Daimyo."