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10 YEARS A WRAITH (deck id: 106499)
Tribe: Zombie
60 Maindeck cards and 0 Sideboard
Standard Tribal Wars · Zombie Aggro
Played by Bandit Keith in Tribal Apocalypse 11.40 (2-1)
MAINDECK (60 Cards)
25 Creatures
4 Bladestitched Skaab

4 Champion of the Perished

4 Dungeon Crawler

4 Shambling Ghast

4 Tainted Adversary

3 Jadar, Ghoulcaller of Nephalia

2 Ebondeath, Dracolich

11 Spells
4 Infernal Grasp

3 Crippling Fear

2 Bloodchief's Thirst

2 Ghoulish Procession

24 Lands
10 Swamp

4 Clearwater Pathway

4 Shipwreck Marsh

3 Hive of the Eye Tyrant

3 Island

R1:  Win 2 - 1vs.  ThyShuffler  Standard Clerics 
R2:  Win 2 - 0vs.  Takeoutree  Orzhov-Clerics 
R3:  Loss 1 - 2vs.  _Kumagoro_  Werewolves of Ulvenwald 
Total:  40
  x 14
  x 17
  x 5
Avg CMC: 1.89
G1, 3 or less creatures in 25 cards: 0.28%
G2, 0 LD in 34 cards: 3.1%

In this seeming shift toward a more combo-oriented meta, it would seem that variance would play an even greater role in outcome determination, and if a single-card combo piece with cantrips cannot assemble itself faster as it digs much more deeply into its deck than a naturally-drawn multi-card combo without any cantrips, then victory seems nigh impossible. Or, alternatively explained - cursed fate is immutable.

"This time I remembered I was lying in the oak closet and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of the snow; I heard also the fir bough repeat its teasing sound and ascribed to it the right cause: but it annoyed me so much that I resolved to silence it and I rose to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple. I must stop it nevertheless! I muttered knocking my knuckles through the glass; instead of which my fingers closed on the fingers of a little ice cold hand!... I tried to draw my arm and a most melancholy voice sobbed 'let me in- let me in!' .....'Who are you?' I asked struggling meanwhile to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton'!! replied shiveringly, 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!'....'let me in!!!!'....
'Begone!!!' I shouted, I'll never let you in, not if you beg for ten years'. 'It is ten years', mourned the voice: 'ten years....I've been a wraith for ten years......' "