![]() The real trickiness about Ninjas isn't that they replace an attacking creature with an activated ability from your hand (albeit that's pretty steep in terms of "Is that really how it works?" believability) but what they do when they connect with an opponent. They swap places because, flavorfully, what the opponent thought was one thing turned out to be a Ninja in disguise. ![]() Ninjutsu works by, essentially, replacing an unblocked attacker with this guy with ninjutsu in your hand. He's the prototypical Ninja, and one that I'm rather fond of personally. Take Ninja of the Deep Hours, for example: There's a mechanic that does precisely this, and it's a little quirky: ninjutsu. Through cards, actions, and other information you know your opponent can gather, you present one situation when the reality is something different. For those of you into "strategery," you'll note that this is a pretty good way to advance in a game. The first thing I want to blush on is the idea of baiting and switching on opponents. Aren't we taking a sneak peek into the upcoming Planechase release? Today, we're not going to fight these feelings but embrace creating them. Indeed, you remember what felt like an imposed bait-and-switch that violated your sense of fairness. There are things like that in Magic too, right? Whatever it is that bugs you-counterspells, kill spells, land destruction, swarming armies, or something else-I'm sure you feel strongly about it. ( Advocacy Moment of the Day: If you're healthy and willing, please find time to donate blood for your area as well!) It wasn't until college that I managed to overcome my aversion to needles and began regularly donating Type O blood. The complex mix of disappointment, betrayal, and shock can shape a perspective across a lifetime. I have no idea what shot I was getting, but it most certainly hurt. Then, as the nurse spoke those haunting words, my gaze drifted back over to my shoulder again where a needle the size of a great sword was jammed into my deltoid. ![]() I turned to my mom who merely smiled in support. I recall a friendly blonde nurse showing me a miniscule needle. It's an interesting thing about trauma: You never forget some details, even if you're missing everything else. ![]()
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