MIRROR-MAD PHANTASM.
Boo! ^/\/\ ^

I’lL TEAR YOU APART!

NO FLESH WILL REMAIN ON YOUR METALLIC BONES, IMP!

I’LL OBLITERATE YOU!

DIE FOR ME.

DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE

Do you always have that long face or are you putting a special effort today?

DeMoN oR pOnY, wHy ShOulD i CaRe?

yOu DIE lIkE tHe ReSt, YoU hIdEoUs CuR!

I’lL bItE yOu To PiEcEs, WiTh My ExTeNdEd ViSaGe!

aNd SaVoR tHe TaStE aT tHe EnD oF tHiS aDaGe.

askelspeth:

askelesh-norn replied to your photoset: NOPE!

You’ll come around, future High Machine Priest.

Let me respond in poetry.

Fire burns red

Counterspells are blue

Because you’re Phyrexian

I’LL CUT YOU IN TWO

ThAt Is My GiMmIcK,

yOu SwEeT, BeAuTiFuL KILLER!

YoUr RhYmEs MaKe Me SiCk…

i ReTrEaT tO tHe MiRrOr

To KILL YOU aNoThEr DaY.

i HoPe YoU DIE iN mY aBsEnCe.

Forgive me if I've not been paying attention, but when did these couplets become your convention?

My ScHeMeS aRe As FlUiD aS yOuR BLOOD,

StRuCtUrE, RhYmE, oR ThEmE aLl VaRy,

wHaT mAtTerS iS i’M hEaRd, FrIeNd,

SuMmOn Me, SuMmOn Me, Do It,

SUMMON ME, SUMMON ME.

CALL ON ME.

NOW.

Dude, you wanna fight me, come to me personally, don't go through Jace. Come at me, bro!

i DoN’T wAnT tO fIgHt

MeReLy SeE yOuR iNsIdEs, DeAr.

bLuE mAgEs CaN cAlL mE.

I aM nOt YoUr BrO, DUMB WENCH.

yOu SmElL bRiMsToNe.