I cast Ulamog, the Ceaseless Hunger for ten mana on my turn. Assuming it resolves and survives a round without removal how are you preventing me from swinging before my next attack phase? This says a lot about your values and ethics, trust. https://i.imgur.com/jlEhAIm.png
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 DID YOU PAY FOR MY RHYSTIC STUDY?
I may have met my intellectual contemporaneous peer, if not rival outright, in you Behbie Laythe. While you will still, in accordance with game rules, be required to exile the top twenty cards of your library, there is nothing I can do further to impact your board state's immediacy. Try as I might, I am but a puddle of piss in a hurricane. Good girl. You have thoroughly routed me. A flawless maneuver, one might even say. https://i.imgur.com/Xt4V3rf.png
Still Not Thrilled About The Exiling Cards Bit. If My Sanguine Bond Is In There I'm Gonna Be So Mad
Curses. I had forgotten entirely. No. No, I do not. You reprehensible rapscallion you. You have a dark soul. Devoid of the humanities. As the bonfires litter your paths of carnage left behind you. You assume the path of the persecutor. Of the penetrator. Of the vile and loathsome. Git Gud, your very aura seems to say, with mockingly smug derision. I stand aghast and in awe of you. And I will never pay the one. Not even if I had an Eldrazi Scion expendably at the ready. https://i.imgur.com/rTkFLsQ.png
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 COOL. I'M STILL TURNING MY KRENKO SIDEWAYS BRO.
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 BLUE. RED. DOESN'T MATTER. STILL TURNING IT SIDEWAYS.
You are 'scooping'? Perhaps you simply recognize the significance of harm reduction. Of refusing and refuting the foibles of being routed when you are routed. You value your time far more than the sort to play Eldrazi, flitting their fingers about until a sustainable mana base can be connived from one of the most restrictive pools available across game pieces. I commend you for graduating from this exercise. I am quite delighted. However, before you go, on your draw step... Did you pay the two? https://i.imgur.com/R1n4QBg.png
I'm Not Paying The Two, But I Am Going To Play Ghostly Prison
Uhm. Oooh. I. I see. Yes, just. I will. Pass turn. Whew. What a less than serendipitous sort of juxtaposition of fate for both of us. Your hand betrays that you are pure of heart and...soul and...mind and...would you like a refreshment of some kind? Particularly something to take one's mind off this whole cardboard shenaniganry? Yes, I think that would be quite swell. Just a moment to part the curtains and let in some fresh air. My hand? Oh. Nothing remarkable whatsoever. We may have to simply chalk this one up to pure ill-fated omen-calling happenstance. https://i.imgur.com/YMtA7HA.png
phew! maybe i'll draw something to get me out of here- i'll draw and- that's a... craterhoof behemoth i lack the mana for. i'll... i'll pass... a drink would be really quite nice, uh, some water, maybe, and some grass... i really wanna touch time grass right now- maybe, games with luck as an aspect probably shouldn't be something i'm playing...