Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought home a box of… flat paper squares. It appears to be a so-called "game" where they and their associates will sit around the table, making strange noises and ignoring me for hours. They call it "Magic: The Gathering" and this particular set of papers has pictures of a dreary, dusty world they call the "Wasteland." I suppose the allure for them is pretending to be a "brilliant" scientist, but the only science I care about is the physics of a treat falling from the counter into my mouth. The most promising features are the small, shiny cards in a separate packet, which might catch the light in a satisfactory way, and the cardboard box itself, which looks to be of a superior napping dimension. The rest seems like an elaborate waste of perfectly good lap-availability.
Key Features
- THE VAULTS ARE OPEN—Journey through the wastes with a 100-card deck introducing 38 never-before-seen Magic cards featuring fan-favorite characters, thematic game mechanics, and art that explores the post-nuclear world of the Fallout series
- BATTLE YOUR FELLOW WASTELANDERS—Battle your friends in epic 3–5 player MTG games full of strategic plays and social intrigue; ready-to-play right out of the box, these preconstructed decks let you jump straight into the action
- SCIENCE.—Choose the Science. deck to ally with the brilliant Dr. Madison Li, harnessing the power of technology to fight for the fate of earth
- COLLECT SPECIAL FALLOUT CARD TREATMENTS—Each deck comes with a Collector Booster Sample pack containing 2 special alt-frame cards, including 1 Rare or Mythic Rare card
- EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO PLAY AND MORE—Each deck also comes with 10 double-sided tokens, 1 life tracker, 1 strategy guide, and 1 deck box (can hold 100 sleeved cards)
- A GAME THAT FUSES ART, STORIES and STRATEGY—Magic: The Gathering is a collectible card game that weaves deep strategy with art and mechanics that explore the themes of a particular world and story—whether you want to play a casual game with friends, collect cool cards, or get competitive, Magic welcomes you to The Gathering
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Warden brought the artifact into my domain in a larger, cruder container bearing the scent of a thousand other territories. I watched from my observation post atop the bookshelf as he unsealed it, my tail a slow, metronomic signal of cautious interest. Inside was a smaller, more refined box depicting a grim-faced woman and the word "SCIENCE." A challenge, clearly. He removed the contents, laying out a hundred slivers of processed wood pulp across the Great Table—my table. They were covered in bizarre pictograms: monstrous insects, men in clunky metal suits, and desolate landscapes. It was, I deduced, an intelligence dossier from a rival, and decidedly less comfortable, kingdom. Soon, other humans, "The Fellow Wastelanders," arrived. They gathered around the table, their low murmuring a prelude to some tedious ritual. They began pointing at the cards, moving little tokens, and spinning a small numbered wheel which I immediately identified as a critical piece of enemy technology. They spoke of "energy" and "artifacts," and I knew this was no mere game. It was a summit, a war council deciding the fate of this household, and I, its rightful sovereign, had not been consulted. This was an unacceptable breach of protocol. I made my move. With the silent grace befitting my station, I leaped onto the table, landing squarely in the middle of their "battlefield." A few cards fluttered away, their flimsy rebellion easily quashed. The humans gasped, then chuckled, foolishly misinterpreting my power play as mere affection. I strode across their pathetic wasteland, my soft gray form a stark contrast to their grim, dusty artwork. My gaze fell upon one card in particular, one that shimmered with an unnatural, holographic light—a "Mythic Rare," they called it. It was clearly their command sigil, the source of their power. With a deliberate and final gesture, I laid down upon it. I tucked my paws under my white-furred chest, began a low, rumbling purr that vibrated through the very fiber of the table, and closed my eyes. The summit was over. I had absorbed their command sigil and neutralized the threat. The humans could have their little paper squares, but their strategies were meaningless now. They served at my pleasure, and I had decided it was time for a nap. The box, I noted, would make an excellent throne from which to oversee my newly pacified territories.
