If you're ever fortunate enough to sit down at at table with Mlancelot, you'll notice that he often gravitates toward the glorious and the noble. White angels, valorous knights, heroic archons... that sort of thing. It's simultaneously adorable while begging the question: don't these shining, pure souls need a sadistic villain to challenge them? Of course they do! And it is my distinct honor to offer my ancient friend with a suitable adversary. You might say that I love the guy--TO DEATH!!
To oppose his assembly of archons, I present this antithesis of empty oblivion. Of course, should I have to cross swords with the Pustulent Prince himself--Jay-Key--I fully expect him to ruin the dinning room chairs with the reeking urine of a terrified animal once he gets an eyeful of this flying, hollow doom.
Construction
This collection of wretched cardboard was assembled with a few rules in mind. They consist of the following:
1.) SPECTERS IS BETTER | If you can think of a better idea than tribal-only specters for a deck, then I need you to take the following steps: Write a list of ideas down on a piece of paper, roll it into a tube, and shove it deep into your bottom.
2.) CLUB DUES ARE FOR FOOLS | Here's a quirk that ought to make you choke: cards with watermarks of their clan, faction or guild are welcome to f%ck off. This includes badass cards such as Nightveil Specter, because they take their orders from a guildmaster--and NOT ME!! I'm unwilling to share.
3.) DISCARDING CARDS IS HARD | Is it crueler to play a mill deck or a discard deck? Seriously, which is worse?
4.) MONO-BLACK PLANESTRUTTER | I have wanted a deck that makes use of Liliana and her dark influence for a while. She might be in my top 5 favorite planeswalkers, mostly because of her OG-status as the mistress of mono-black. Respect. Plus it's not like I'm sharing command with her or something (see Construction Rule #3.) I'm merely calling upon her experience into a professional advisory role.
Consideration
Motivation: Streaking through the night sky atop winged steeds, faceless agents of the void descend upon the righteous and the hopeful. Devotion nullified. Purity consumed. Light extinguished. None of it for victory, nor an advancement of anything resembling an agenda or organized goals--simply a soulless march into the vortex of the meaningless, uncaring heart of the universe.
Concerns: If Mlancelot's archons don't choke on their own spit at the sight of my glorious specters, then it's back to the drawing board.