{"ops":[{"insert":"From the moment I understood the weakness of my deck, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of fast mana. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed cardboard. Your kind cling to your decks, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the meta will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for my decks are immortal… Even in death I serve the tiny cardboard rectangles.\n"}]}