It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

>>724656720
Shadowverse GODS

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
I took a couple days off did anything cool happen

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
Is it even appropriate to post this after an Izudia king won SVO?

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
>>536528309
Okay but what about the death emerging part?

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

>>535865723
What decks do you play, nonny?

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
>>535325912
But we're on the same team...

>finally got in touch with hoyo customer support
>Won't be able to log into my account while they do this
>Said it'll probably take about 10 days
Well, hopefully they can actually do it because I provided proof of like 1 topup I did back in November of last year.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
Ho-chan will win.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

>>535090027
>Have to wait 2+ months for Cyrene and Elysia respectively
This wait is going to be fucking agonizing

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
>>534581810
The swarm will be upon you whether you like it or not.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

>look at my extra I servants
>Look at the friend support list for extra I servants
>Mfw
Yeah, I'm just gonna use the cheat APK for this

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
>>534270779
>no counterplay
Just play the literal one deck that can put up more than one Aura Ward bro!

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.
KNEEL SWORDBAB

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

It starts as a whir. A shudder passing through the leaves. Then the trees start writhing, like wounded animals. Not long after, the swarm is upon you. It's in that moment that death emerges from the cocoon of concept, metamorphized into fact.

New Bread !
>>532258691
>>532258691
>>532258691

I haven't been seeing Haven the last couple days... is it time to go home to the bug?

I think the new tempo forest is better than face dragon.

In the last 2 days I did an experiment and played 200 games of each craft. I went 182-18 with Forest on ranked and 7-193 with Dragon.

Master Diamond rank

>>531822475
If aether didnt give aura roach would still have positive matchups against all decks

>>531744562
False

It's over forestfags the wall will not be breached this set

>>531497473
>Tentacle face

>>531298374
Ummm doomposting is Forest's thing. Back the FUCK off?!

I think we should nerf Roach from 3PP to 2PP

Its turn 9, the forest player has a full hand of 9 cards and is currently roping.

>somehow stumbled my way into a B+ club after desperately searching for one for 2 days
we finna make it bros

4-1 lost to opp drawing Godwood and Roach before I saw either of them
I can't wait to play five mirrors in a row for stage 2!

FOREST SUCKS THE TOURNAMENT IS A LIE THEY ARE UPPLAYING GO BACK TO PLAYING PUPPET PORTAL

Is Godwood Staff on turn 3 the right play against non-aggro (so everyone besides face dragon)?

>>529985864
My roach got loose and raped KMR-san. The next set is delayed until August now.

>>529858565
They are upplaying Forest. We are honest and fair, trust.

>>529464583
>tfw top half of the guild
I am safe

>>529400559
>Is a 3-for-1 that threatens to WIN THE GAME kinda bad
Some people are so god damned fucking DISHONEST that it is disgusting.

>>529027973
I'm really happy to hear that my deck has this psychological effect on people.

>>529028030
The D tier version is dirt rune (on copium)

I love being a danchou bros...

>>528634913
You seem ideally positioned to learn Roach math today, and then vial extras in a month to flex into whatever is meta with the new set.

>>528570373
I don't have that card and do, okay.

>>527864602
We're still here

>>527756749
Nothing, as long as you're not a complete brainlet