The weaponized boogers of Mirrodin Besieged are depressing. These sad sacks have no choice in the matter--they exist only to wear the diabolical technology of Phyrexia. They do not go home to chill with their germ families and friends. They cannot decide to go back to school or become a paralegal. If only they'd been spawned with a single point of toughness! They could have the carefree life of a plant or a goat. But no, their role is to sit behind the controls of a low-level war toy, wiggling their fetal arms and hoping for the sweet release of oblivion.
Download and print this high-resolution, printable PDF of the germ token to bring the bummer to your own battlefield.
Also, I still have some of the limited edition of myr pattern prints available, but they're going semi-fast. Don't miss out.
This is so hilarious and depressing at the same time. o_O
ReplyDeleteThis deserves a Fridge Horror mention on TV Tropes. http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/YMMV/ptitleavm2017y
ReplyDeleteYour germ token looks kind of penisy.
ReplyDeleteso, so awesome. love the flayer husk one to bits.
ReplyDeleteWow, it's so sad that I can relate to the little guys.
ReplyDeleteThe face reminds me of creepers from Minecraft and that's awesome. :D
ReplyDeleteLOVE this :)
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