Wild Field
marialovestehwebs:

someonesthunderboltsomeday:

lsdandthc:

skittlezthecat:

da-sy:

redvinesgiraffe:


You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

O_O

yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.

Philosophy went to the max right here

OI SCROLL BACK UP AND READ ALL OF IT!

I was really intrigued by this

ITS BACK ON MY DASH

marialovestehwebs:

someonesthunderboltsomeday:

lsdandthc:

skittlezthecat:

da-sy:

redvinesgiraffe:

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

O_O

yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.

Philosophy went to the max right here

OI SCROLL BACK UP AND READ ALL OF IT!

I was really intrigued by this

ITS BACK ON MY DASH

imgonnafolloweveryone:

Hi.

Ive just made this tumblr because one night while i should have been writing an essay i was contemplating if it would be possible to follow every single person on tumblr. wow. thats a lot of people. will it be possible? im gonna find out. please reblog this and spread the word.

if i see a plus next to your name i will click it no questions asked. please help me on my journey.

clitwaves69:

Since I have recently acquired some Magic: The Gathering cards, I kinda feel like giving them away since I have never played Magic and I don’t really have any interest in it. They are kinda old, too, but I guess they are collectibles or something? I dunno.

Rules!

This is definitely my favorite card from Dark Ascension so far as I’d love to snag a couple of these for my casual Spirit deck. What I don’t understand is the rarity of this card. Why is it mythic? Sure, it’s very powerful, but what gives it that special something that separates it from rares? My friend has a great view on what mythics should be; planeswalkers and legendary creatures only. Both of these card types represent completely unique individuals, so it would make sense that they would be super rare. But this card? Nothing unique or individual about it. I think that Drogskul Reaver should either be a plain rare (even if that meant decreasing its power a bit) or be a legendary mythic rare. It would definitely make more sense.

This is definitely my favorite card from Dark Ascension so far as I’d love to snag a couple of these for my casual Spirit deck. What I don’t understand is the rarity of this card. Why is it mythic? Sure, it’s very powerful, but what gives it that special something that separates it from rares? My friend has a great view on what mythics should be; planeswalkers and legendary creatures only. Both of these card types represent completely unique individuals, so it would make sense that they would be super rare. But this card? Nothing unique or individual about it. I think that Drogskul Reaver should either be a plain rare (even if that meant decreasing its power a bit) or be a legendary mythic rare. It would definitely make more sense.

ihititwithmyaxe:

miramoondarling:

superspecks:

landofinkandglass:

aajdfl;aksdjfdkls;

IS THIS LEGIT?
Oh man

HOLY SHIT IT IS LEGIT

TESTED AND CONFIRMED. EPIC.

ihititwithmyaxe:

miramoondarling:

superspecks:

landofinkandglass:

aajdfl;aksdjfdkls;

IS THIS LEGIT?

Oh man

HOLY SHIT IT IS LEGIT

TESTED AND CONFIRMED. EPIC.

I see people sometimes apologize to their followers about posting MtG stuff repeatedly:

mtgfan:

I have one thing to say to that.

NEVER SAY SORRY.

Be proud of your Magic!

SPAM IT ALL.

Reblog if you are proud!

True Life

I’m a level 13 Task Mage.

This JUST happened to me.
O.o

This JUST happened to me.

O.o

topdecktroll:

Taking all thoughts! I want to do up a 155 (not including basic lands) card set made entirely by the community. Anyone interested should a) reblog, b) send me a message, and c) come up with ideas. No more than 20 cards from a single person will be included. 10 mythics (no more than 2 per person…

I’m definitely interested. This sounds awesome.

sarroth:

confessionsofapuzzledwizard:

threelawssafe:

Okay for those that have to have me actually say it - Humans are the GW tribe.

Really? This is disappointing. Each other tribe is a classic horror monster: vampires, werewolves, zombies, ghosts. The fifth tribe should also be a monster. What about spiders? Or trolls? Those are pretty classic and scary. Humans are in every horror story as the hero, victim, or bad guy, so spread them all around the color pie. You can have all three of those human tropes represented in each color. Why waste one of the tribal spots on humans? There were much better options for a Green and White tribe in a horror-themed set. C’mon R&D. You guys wasted a good opportunity here.

Umm… You are wrong! Straight up, imagine “destroy target human”. This is so awesome, there is nothing more appropriate for a horror set than having Humans as a major player, Vampires fighting Werewolves is cool, Vampires killing Humans is unsettling and disturbing and freaking awesome! Let’s hope for “sacrifice a Human”!

I’ll admit, I didn’t like the sound of it at first. It sounds weird to me, to be honest. Sure, announcing Humans as White/Green just doesn’t have the impact of “Frankenstein’s monter-like zombies are in the set!” and “Werewolves aren’t Black this time!” But there are ways they can do it to make it work, and I have faith that they found those ways. For instance, the last-vestiges-of-normal-life concept of Grixis’s past would work well with Innistrad’s humans.

Personally, I hope to open a bunch of Werewolves in my sealed packs. They just might enter my Top 5 tribes.

We’ve been told again and again that Innistrad is a horror set and that each color will be representing the horror trope. I understood that to mean that every color would have something scary in it, much like the same way Phyrexia was represented in each color in New Phyrexia. So, while good guys are typically Green and/or White aligned, I was under the impression that Innistrad would be representing this ally colored pair in a different, darker light. By having the Green and White tribe be humans, it appears as though R&D is portraying them as the heroes of Innistrad (like the elves were for Shadowmoor). I think it would have been much more interesting to have the Green and White tribe be a traditional horror monster and have the human heroes spread out through the color pie. Basically, it would just have been nice to see a new side to two of the colors of Magic.