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With the release of [[Ashaya, Soul of the Wild]] in ZNR, some people on MtG Arena are confused about its interaction with [[Frogify]]. A similar confusion also came up with [[Dryad of the Ilysian Grove]] [[Ichthyomorphosis]] that could even happen in draft! Today, I'll explain why they interact the way they do, but more interestingly, why the rules work this way and why there isn't an easy fix. Note: although I'm a huge rules nerd, I'm not a judge. If you notice any mistake in my explanation, feel free to correct me.
The interaction
First off though, what is the interaction? Well, you have Ashaya and your opponent enchants it with frogify, all your creatures (including Ashaya) will still be forests, despite frogify saying it loses all its ability. In fact, Ashaya will lose its ability to turn creatures in forest, but still, creatures will be forests. Why?
The reason why is the layers. Layers dictate how continuous effects interact and are infamous for causing several unintuitive interactions. Here's the rule that describes them:
613.1. The values of an object’s characteristics are determined by starting with the actual object. For a card, that means the values of the characteristics printed on that card. For a token or a copy of a spell or card, that means the values of the characteristics defined by the effect that created it. Then all applicable continuous effects are applied in a series of layers in the following order:
613.1a Layer 1: Rules and effects that modify copiable values are applied.
613.1b Layer 2: Control-changing effects are applied.
613.1c Layer 3: Text-changing effects are applied. See rule 612, “Text-Changing Effects.”
613.1d Layer 4: Type-changing effects are applied. These include effects that change an object’s card type, subtype, and/or supertype.
613.1e Layer 5: Color-changing effects are applied.
613.1f Layer 6: Ability-adding effects, keyword counters, ability-removing effects, and effects that say an object can’t have an ability are applied.
613.1g Layer 7: Power- and/or toughness-changing effects are applied.
Note that some of these layers, especially layer 7, have sublayers, but they are not relevant to the interaction we're interested in, so I'll skip them for today. That said, if you ever wonder why P/T switching and pump effects lead to weird results, that's where you should look. Another important rule regarding layers is the following:
613.5. The application of continuous effects as described by the layer system is continually and automatically performed by the game. All resulting changes to an object’s characteristics are instantaneous.
Finally, normally if two effects would apply in the same layer or sublayer, they are applied in timestamp order (i.e., the effect that came into play first applies first). There are exceptions, but things are already complicated enough, and they are not relevant here.
Alright, so what does this all mean for Ashaya + frogify? Well, Ashaya's ability that turns creatures into forest is a type changing effect, so it's applied in layer 4. The removal of abilities from frogify applies in layer 6. This means that creatures are turned into forests before the ability is removed. The ability is removed, just too late for it to matter. The other important point is that due to 613.5, it doesn't matter if your creature was on the battlefield before or after Ashaya was turned into a frog, it'll be a forest.
But why layers
Why do we even have layers? Well, for obvious reasons, we need to be able to figure out in what order continuous effects happen. In some digital only games, they can hard code this on a case per case basis in order to arrive to what is the most intuitive. However, given that magic is, at its roots, a table top game, it needs rules that are as general as possible. No one would want a rule book that listed all possible interaction and how they resolve.
Alright, so why not go by timestamp on everything? This actually leads to more unintuitive results. Imagine you have a [[Goblin King]] in play and then cast an [[Arcane Adaptation]]. After that, you cast a grizzly bear. Does your grizzly bear have +1/+1? If you use strictly timestamp, the answer is no. Goblin King was in play first, so it gives all goblins +1/+1 first, before arcane adaptation turns your bear into a goblin.
What if we apply stuff in order, but then retroactively cancel things that have been removed, even if it happens in later layers. For instance, Ashaya turns everything into forests in layer 4, its ability is removed in layer 6, so we go back and say "you know what, layer 6 removed the ability, so let's go back and change what happens in layer 4". This would work in this specific scenario, but would lead to loops. Imagine [[Opalescence]] and [[humility]]. Humility is a creature, so it loses all abilities, but since it loses its ability, it no longer removes all abilities... so it removes its own ability, but without an ability, it no longer removes its ability....... No, things need to apply once and done.
It turns out, most of the time, layers produce the expected board state. The situations where layers are counter intuitive are the exception. Perhaps there's a better system out there to handle these, but given how long the game has existed, I assume the rules people at WotC went through several alternatives and none were better.
But why this particular order
So often, when I have this conversation with people, they say something like "fine, we need layers, but it makes no sense that ability removal happens so late. It should be the first thing that happens!" The problem is that they're looking at one specific situation and are trying to fix that one, without thinking of all the other situations where layer 6 comes up. Let's look at what it means if we move layer 6 around.
Alright, first off, let's put it in layer 1. That puts it before copy effects, such as clone. Imagine the following situation. I have a [[clone]] that copies a [[wind drake]]. You put frogify on it. Does my clone still have flying? Well, if ability loss is in layer 1, the answer is yes, because it loses its abilities first, then becomes a copy. Is that more intuitive?
Ok, so clearly, copy effects need to happen before. What about if we put ability loss as layer 2. That means it happens before control changing effects. Imagine you have [[Melira, Sylvok Outcast]] and a [[Glistener Elf]]. Your opponent uses [[control magic]] to steal your glistener elf. Does the stolen elf have infect? If ability loss was layer 2, yes, the elf would have infect, because Melira removes infect from your opponent's creatures before glistener elf has changed control.
Ok, what about at layer 3. That puts it before text changing effects. Imagine you have an enchantment that says something like "all blue creatures lose flying" and you have a wind drake. You then use [[alter reality]] to change blue to red, such that it now says "all red creatures lose flying". Does your wind drake have flying? No, because the effect is applied before the text changes, so when it applies, it still says "blue".
Ok, so let's put it at layer 4, so that it's before type changing. This is really the crux of the issue, right? Imagine your opponent turned a land into a creature using Nissa, then you cast [[humility]]. Does the land lose all its abilities? No, because the "lose all abilities" is applied before the type changing effect, so the land isn't a creature at that point.
Perhaps you're fine with this tradeoff. Perhaps you think the Nissa example is less common than the Ashaya interaction, and so you'd rather have Ashaya be intuitive, at the cost of Nissa being unintuitive. Here's the thing, layer 6 isn't just ability loss, it's also ability gain. I mentioned an example earlier with goblin king and arcane adaptation earlier. Let's look at that example again, but with ability gain happening before type changing. Well... first goblin king gives mountainwalk to all goblins, but at this point, grizzly bear isn't a goblin. Then bear becomes a goblin, then goblin king gives +1/+1 to all goblins, including grizzly bear. So the bear is a goblin, it gets +1/+1 from goblin king but doesn't get mountainwalk! That's not particularly intuitive, right?
But what if we only move ability loss before layer 4, and keep ability gain in layer 6. Imagine your opponent has a vanilla 2/2 that's enchanted with [[arcane flight]]. They attack with it and you cast [[Canopy Claws]] on it because you want to block it with your non flying creature. Oops, that does nothing, because with these new rules, ability loss happens first, before the creature gains flying.
TL;DR: Layers lead to some unintuitive interactions in exceptional cases, but most of the time, they act as you'd expect. These weird corner cases are, unfortunately, a necessary evil and the alternatives commonly brought up simply lead to more confusing situations than they solve.
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He had that forgettable look about him of a case supervisor for the Central Intelligence Agency.
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The one on the right opened a folder in front of her, pushing forward a single piece of paper as the one on the left kept talking. "Of those nine, you are one of the four who passed the bone marrow tests, tissue regeneration tests, and other assorted tests that you are not intellectually capable of understanding the importance of."
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"Of those four, you are the final to be interviewed," the woman on the left said. She tapped the piece of paper. "It all comes down to the following: By signing this paper you will consent to any and all psychological and physiological medical procedures deemed necessary by the Project Lead."
There was silence for a moment.
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The gun-metal eyed woman smiled, a seductive, knowing smile that wouldn't look out of place in the bed chamber. "If you sign that paper you will, as I told the three who came before you and found that they were yellow gutless cowards willing to let the Communists win on the science battlefield, you will belong to me. I will own your body and your immortal soul. I will be able to do whatever I will to your mind, your body, and your soul. I will inflict horrors on your body in the name of our country."
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The balding man in the middle nodded slightly. The woman on the right nodded.
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The soldier swallowed. Stuff like this only happened in movies.
Except... it was happening.
He signed.
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