“I know my Great Henge could fetch me a pretty penny, but
I’m a man of simple tastes. I enjoy
dynamite and gunpowder…”
“Yorn desh born, der ritt de gitt der gue, orn desh, dee born desh, de umn bork! bork! bork! And you know what they all have in common? They're cheap. All you care about is expensive cards. This game's community deserves a better class of player and I'm gonna give it to them. It’s not about the card value.
It’s about sending a message. Everything burns.”
“The players we have now, their morals,
their code… It’s a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble.”
“They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you when the chips are down, these…
Civilized players… They’ll eat each other.”
"Speaking of eat, you wanna know why I use pies?"
"Cakes are too quick. You can't savor all the little taste sensations. You see, when forced to choose cake or pie, people show you their true taste."
“My decks aren’t made for long-term strategy or winning. You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I
caught it! I just do things.”
“Those other players have plans, the tournament organizers
have plans, Wizards of the Coast has plans.
They’re schemers. Schemers trying
to control their little worlds. I’m not
a schemer. I try to show the schemers
just how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.”
“I just do what I do best.
I take your little plan and I turn it on itself.”
“Look what I did to this game with just a couple of
animation enchantments and a few dice.”
“Well then everybody loses their minds!”
“Introduce a little anarchy.
Upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. And you know the thing about chaos. It’s fair.”
"The only morality in a cruel world is chance. Uniabsed, unprejudiced… Fair.”
Ooooh. A new deck commander.
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