10 YEARS A WRAITH (deck id: 106499) |
60 Maindeck cards and 0 Sideboard |
Standard Tribal Wars Zombie Aggro |
Played by Bandit Keith in Tribal Apocalypse 11.40 (2-1) |
MAINDECK (60 Cards) | |
25 Creatures | |
4
Bladestitched Skaab
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4
Champion of the Perished
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4
Dungeon Crawler
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4
Shambling Ghast
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4
Tainted Adversary
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3
Jadar, Ghoulcaller of Nephalia
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2
Ebondeath, Dracolich
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11 Spells | |
4
Infernal Grasp
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3
Crippling Fear
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2
Bloodchief's Thirst
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2
Ghoulish Procession
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24 Lands | |
10
Swamp
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4
Clearwater Pathway
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4
Shipwreck Marsh
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3
Hive of the Eye Tyrant
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3
Island
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SIDEBOARD (0 Cards) |
MATCHUPS | |||||
R1: | Win | 2-1 | vs. | ThyShuffler | Standard Clerics |
R2: | Win | 2-0 | vs. | Takeoutree | Orzhov-Clerics |
R3: | Loss | 1-2 | vs. | _Kumagoro_ | Werewolves of Ulvenwald |
MANA SYMBOLS | |
36 | |
4 | |
Total: | 40 |
CASTING COSTS | |
x 14 | |
x 17 | |
x 5 | |
Avg CMC: | 1.89 |
COMMENTS |
G1, 3 or less creatures in 25 cards: 0.28%
G2, 0 LD in 34 cards: 3.1% In this seeming shift toward a more combo-oriented meta, it would seem that variance would play an even greater role in outcome determination, and if a single-card combo piece with cantrips cannot assemble itself faster as it digs much more deeply into its deck than a naturally-drawn multi-card combo without any cantrips, then victory seems nigh impossible. Or, alternatively explained - cursed fate is immutable. "This time I remembered I was lying in the oak closet and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of the snow; I heard also the fir bough repeat its teasing sound and ascribed to it the right cause: but it annoyed me so much that I resolved to silence it and I rose to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple. I must stop it nevertheless! I muttered knocking my knuckles through the glass; instead of which my fingers closed on the fingers of a little ice cold hand!... I tried to draw my arm and a most melancholy voice sobbed 'let me in- let me in!' .....'Who are you?' I asked struggling meanwhile to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton'!! ...it replied shiveringly, 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!'....'let me in!!!!'.... 'Begone!!!' I shouted, I'll never let you in, not if you beg for ten years'. 'It is ten years', mourned the voice: 'ten years....I've been a wraith for ten years......' " |