*Gets the fire pits read* Yum... pork always tastes best after it faught for you for a bit... *mouthwaters*
Missile_Penguin
★★★★★ (5.0/5.0)(2 votes)
Seems a shame. This guy would've made a much nicer reprint in M12 than Brindle Boar. You trade one life for a possible 3/3. Maybe they just didn't want so many 3/3's for 3cmc. In any case, I miss chompin' on some Gristle!
It stll pains me to tell the story, but I'll try: It was the summer of 2008. Gristleback, bloodthirst enabled, had just entered the battlefield. He was young and eager to fight, though he felt too summoning sick to do so. When our controller passed the turn, I thought Gristly might be safe. How foolish was I. Our opponent attacked. To my horror, Gristly was commanded to block. I tried to stop him, told him he wasn't ready to fight yet, but Gristleback insisted on charging onto the front lines. The battle was crazy. Lightning Bolts were flying left and right. One barely missed Gristly, hitting a nearby flagbearer instead. Gristleback smashed through a skeleton, only for it to reassemble behind him. I was very relieved to see he was safe. The next turn, our owner told Gristleback to block a pride of lions. With a vines of vastwood in hand, this move was a logical one. But when our enemy tried to terrorize my other good friend Tarmogoyf, the vines were used for his protection. Gristleback looked at my owner in shock. I had never seen a creature feel so abandoned. The Lions encircled Gristly, ready to devour him. Luckily, the Lions' owner commanded them to bypass Gristly and hit my owner directly. It was a hard hit, lowering my owner to 4 life, but Gristleback was safe! I remember crying tears of joy. The next turn, I faintly remember hearing my owner muttering about "making sacrifices." At the time, I thought little of his words. But, the next turn, I remember untapping to find that my loyal friend was gone. Save a beast. Eat a gelfruit. --Diary of a Young Beastbreaker
@Lash_of_Dragonbreath Good call. I guess the story scarred me so much I'm having trouble remembering the details. I think it must have happened in 2011.
TheWallinator74
☆☆☆☆☆ (0.0/5.0)
I get the feeling that Boartusk Lieges are mounted on Gristlebacks.
Luchian-D
☆☆☆☆☆ (0.0/5.0)
Compares nicely to Brindle Boar. This could get you more life and a bigger body, but needs a little more work. Solid.
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Yum... pork always tastes best after it faught for you for a bit...
*mouthwaters*
@card: always good to gain a lot of life after an Overwhelming Stampede.
It was the summer of 2008. Gristleback, bloodthirst enabled, had just entered the battlefield. He was young and eager to fight, though he felt too summoning sick to do so. When our controller passed the turn, I thought Gristly might be safe. How foolish was I.
Our opponent attacked. To my horror, Gristly was commanded to block. I tried to stop him, told him he wasn't ready to fight yet, but Gristleback insisted on charging onto the front lines.
The battle was crazy. Lightning Bolts were flying left and right. One barely missed Gristly, hitting a nearby flagbearer instead. Gristleback smashed through a skeleton, only for it to reassemble behind him. I was very relieved to see he was safe.
The next turn, our owner told Gristleback to block a pride of lions. With a vines of vastwood in hand, this move was a logical one. But when our enemy tried to terrorize my other good friend Tarmogoyf, the vines were used for his protection. Gristleback looked at my owner in shock. I had never seen a creature feel so abandoned. The Lions encircled Gristly, ready to devour him. Luckily, the Lions' owner commanded them to bypass Gristly and hit my owner directly. It was a hard hit, lowering my owner to 4 life, but Gristleback was safe! I remember crying tears of joy.
The next turn, I faintly remember hearing my owner muttering about "making sacrifices." At the time, I thought little of his words. But, the next turn, I remember untapping to find that my loyal friend was gone.
Save a beast. Eat a gelfruit.
--Diary of a Young Beastbreaker
@Lash_of_Dragonbreath
Good call. I guess the story scarred me so much I'm having trouble remembering the details. I think it must have happened in 2011.