Йогг-Рамэн

All are alike to me.

It is eaten.

It is never sated.

Every soul comes to me in the end.

Breath and hope are lost in the depths.

I will not be mocked.

Every soul will be devoured!

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I have known you from your creation.

Your skill is tremendous but it will not save you.

Entropy overcomes us.

Give in to terror.

My thanks.

I... regret...

The time of my victory is not yet here.

It has begun.

The time has come.

I... consider...

Hmm...

I lie dead but dreaming...

My deck dwindles.

No cards remain.

I must have a weapon.

I hunger for mana.

That minion is spent.

I have already struck.

All in time.

My hand is full.

The field teems with minions.

Even I cannot perceive it.

It is useless.

I cannot strike it.

I will strike the one who dares taunt me.

All is futile.

Hope dies in darkness.

With each year I draw closer.

The end is inevitable.

There comes a winter that will not end.

Unfathomable!

With each year I draw closer.

All will be ashes.

The depths are my domain.

It is wise to celebrate fear.

Fear what will hatch.

I know all.

It is as I foretold: no king rules forever.

Welcome, pawn.

My seed can never be uprooted.