Rob

Fuck rob

Decks
Dredge: Dredge is a terrible deck and we all know it. He thinks he's so fucking clever because he can mill himself with that life from the loam he discarded with a faithless looting that drew him two lands. But in reality he looks like a twat with his deck spread out across the table like a toddler throwing his chicken paste baby food on the floor and then licking it clean (in this analogy, reanimating the prized amalgams and bloodghasts is equivalent to throwing up said baby paste while being breastfed.) And then the opponent plays rest in peace/leyline of the void/relic of progenitus/nihil spellbomb/tormod's crypt/grafdigger's cage/scavenging ooze/etc. and Rob has no choice but to concede because he already dredged his now exiled ancient grudge.