February 10, 2011
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.