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Macabre Stories
The two planeswalkers slowly approached the decrepit old laboratory. They uneasily looked around at the broken windows, dirty paint, and smears of strange liquid on the walls. Ajani growled nervously, and Basri readied his spear. They had been tracking the scientist inside this place for quite a long time. First he made a contract with New Phyrexia, then left for Urborg, the Tomb of Yawgmoth, and finally arrived here in Innistrad. The two men knew how dangerous this CarlBobilado42 had been said to be, so they proceeded with care, ducking under the broken mantelpiece and entering the lab. "Why is this place so ransacked?" Basri asked, confused. "Isn't this guy supposed to be loaded?"
"Evil conceals itself in many different places," Ajani muttered. Soon the two made their way down a broken, old stairway, and into the basement. "Where could he be?" Basri huffed angrily.
"Wait! Ajani said. "He must have some hidden entrance to the true lab. I suspect this one is only a ploy." And indeed, soon Ajani located a board conveniently placed over a metal door, hidden by the shadows. Basri slashed down the door with his spear, and led the way into the True Lab. As the two walked along the polished metal corridors, they heard odd sounds of machinery from many closed doors, but they had a hunch that CarlBobilado would be at the end of the lab. Soon they reached an elevator. Basri broke down the door, but from the elevator burst a Crawler of Horrid Caves! The Crawler shrieked and leapt at Basri and Ajani, its claws quickly slicing Basri's armor to pieces. Ajani roared and cleaved the horror with his axe, infusing it with magic for extra potency. "Are you all right, Basri?" Ajani questioned. "Yeah," Basri said, clearly injured. "Let's go."
"All right," Ajani said, but he was worried for his friend.
Ajani and Basri entered the elevator, and found that it only went down. They pushed the lowest button, and prepared to enter the final chamber of the True Lab. As the doors slid open, they found themselves looking at the back of a very tall, very pale man, who was fiddling with an instrument on a table. The room was dark and dimly lit, with only a slight illumination coming from the lamp on the table. Ajani nodded to Basri, and they hefted their weapons. "Now you die, CarlBobilado42!" Ajani roared, before charging at the scientist. Suddenly, it seemed like time had frozen. Ajani couldn't move. He saw that Basri was also frozen. Slowly, the man at the table turned around. The man was a skeleton, his body pure white, with the light casting shadows on his curved bones. He wore a long, stylish coat, and Ajani could see the man had been fiddling with some sort of screen with a keyboard below it. The man looked straight into Ajani's eyes, and suddenly Ajani screamed. He had seen it all, transmitted through those eyes, through the Windings, how all he and Basri were was products of a game, just how CarlBobilado was, how he had come from another game, one called Undertale, and entered Magic, how they could not fight him. Ajani fell back, unfrozen, as he realized the full power of CarlBobilado: the power to alter the game, create the cards. And Ajani froze with a look of terror as he saw what was on the screen: a card named Ajani's Downfall.
(Ya kinda need to know Gaster lore for this, sorry, but I hope you enjoy!)
Sadly, I couldn't find any suiting artwork. I was looking for a human with dragon wings and a scythe, and all that were there were either not a png, or I didn't see them. Also, I know that this story isn't really scary, but I've kinda had it in my brain for a long time, and it kind of ties into the lore of Tarkir especially. I know that my use of time travel/the alteration of time is probably wrong, but I don't really care.
For most of his life, Feralitator was a pyromancer/dracomancer planeswalker with a weak spark and didn't travel off of his home plane. Whenever he and his friends would spar, they would always win. However, when Nicol Bolas arrived on Feralitator's plane and destroyed his hometown, he announced that all planeswalkers would be forced to take part in an elimination-style competition, where the winner would be awarded the highest honor, dying in painful fashion by his own draconic hands. All who refused would be wiped from existence. In order to find new power, Feralitator left his plane and traveled to Tarkir, where he was welcomed by the Abzan, who had no clue that he was a dracomancer. After settling down in a campsite with some soldiers, Feralitator learned that dragons went extinct on Tarkir. Enraged, he left when everyone was sleeping.
Traveling for miles, Feralitator arrived at a snowy mountain. He was hearing whispers of something... Was he going mad? He decides to climb up to investigate. When he reaches the first cliff, he comes face to face with a cave, and inside is a scythe. "What is a weapon like this doing here?" he thinks to himself. But before he can process anything else, a band of Temur warriors surround him. He strikes first with his new weapon, and from the cuts of the warriors, a purple mist appears and flows to the blade of the scythe. He puts his hand on the blade, and the purple mist turns into a sphere. He breaks the sphere when he closes his hand, and from behind him, the skeleton of a Dragon rises, the scales and flesh burning back onto the beast. At first, he is astonished, but soon realizes what power he is playing with.
As he leaves the cave, he hears more Temur warriors and climbs higher up the mountain. As he reaches the final peak, the Temur warriors catch up to him. Feralitator looks behind him and the mountain drops off, all the way down to the bottom. He tries to fight back, but in an attempt to dodge, he jumps right off the edge. When all hope seemed lost, the clouds start to turn, and a flash of neon blue light slams Feralitator into the wall of the mountain, and he falls further. As he nears the ground, an almost animal instinct surges within him, and two dragon wings sprout from his back. He flies back up to the top, and as he soars above the mountain, his body casts a spell without his own will, and one by one, Five dragons emerge from the ground, flying around the planeswalker. The Temur warriors bow down, not towards Feralitator, but towards the five dragonlords. Then, from behind Feralitator emerges a ghastly blue dragon, with the same voice that he heard when he arrived at the mountain.
After being affected by Tarkir's timeline shift, and learning how to perform necromancy, Feralitator left Tarkir and went towards completing his next objective: Slaying Bolas.
Edit: Thanks to Tomigon for photoshopping some new art for this card, It looks amazing!
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