Mostly Better Than a Flesh-Eating Virus
It took me exactly three Mirrodin boosters before I found one of my Class I cards. Sitting in an uncommon slot was Betrayal of Flesh, laughing at me in its dancing-and-steaming-undead sort of way. “No one uses me outside of Limited,” it cackled,”what makes you want to give a try?” I blinked.”Oh. Well. See, I think I’m crazy,” I said to my little digital card.
“Proceed,” it replied merrily.