Data Log of Myr Observer 03764

[kartheunlucky]

From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7276

My first attempt at analyzing Phyrexian weaknesses and coordinating an impenetrable defensive stand has proven successful, as expected. I am, after all, a superior observer to the humans who have tried to stymie this horde. With my intellect and insight, no one can stand in our way.

Unfortunately, the spy sent to the Phyrexian horde has been discovered. Dustinyxx was unable to keep his cover any longer. Sadly, he was dismembered and reconstituted by the angry Praetors after their defeat at the hands of my compatriots.

While we were soundly victorious, our own stores have been raided. The Phyrexians must have sent a spy themselves, though one would scarcely believe that they could have the requisite cunning and intelligence to do such a thing. Until now, it has seemed that these monsters were mindless drones, but this recent revelation gives us pause. We must reconsider our future plans. We must know more about this enemy.

The Praetors were beaten back, but I have seen signs of dark, otherworldly energies in their camps. I think they must have some powerful new ally providing assistance. That said, I do not believe they will defeat us. We are proud, strong, and resolute.

We Will Prevail.

[kartheunlucky]

From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7278

We entered the core to strike at the heart of Phyrexia, only to be confronted by a being with great powers named Sarkhan. Sir Jason, taken by surprise, defeated him in a grueling battle, and we charged into the heart of the Phyrexian stronghold, intent on destroying their leader.

That is when all was finally made clear to me.

We came face to face with a huge golem, apparently perched on a throne, staring impassively at us. As we approached, he began to speak to us.

"I know you," he stated implacably. "I made this world. I am responsible for the state it is in."

I did not know how to respond. This was the Father of Mirrodin. The Phyrexians called him the Father of Machines. He was to be revered, venerated, not destroyed. This, I knew. Sir Jason and I listened to him speak with rapt attention. We could not turn away.

Now I understand the Phyrexian mission. Mirrodin must die for a greater world to rise. New Phyrexia is not a horror, but a beautiful vision that I must witness. With each lifeform assimilated, Phyrexia grows ever stronger. If lives must be given to build this utopia, so be it. To fight Phyrexia is to fight against heaven itself.

I myself have begun the work at Sir Jason's direction. We will work for the Mirrans no more.

New Phyrexia will rise, and Mirrodin will be ever only a distant memory.

[ewolttirrem]

A false god once created a false world. He kept his false world secret and hidden so that he could build his power and raise a mighty army. One day he would unleash this army upon the natural worlds which he despised. But the false world was discovered and the false god was forced to unleash his invasion too soon. Warriors from the natural worlds banded together to defeat the false god and destroy his false world. Such was the fate of the false world known as Phyrexia and its false god Yawgmoth.

Not everything was destroyed though. With their false world gone and their false god defeated, the remaining Phyrexians hid among the natural worlds. They waited for the day when a new master would arrive to lead them. And a new master would come. Not all of Yawgmoth was destroyed. A shred of his malice was hidden within one of the warriors who came to defeat him. The fragment of Yawgmoth remained hidden but slowly worked its will through the unsuspecting warrior. Eventually the warrior began to view himself as a god and set out to create a world of his own.

A new false god has risen and a new false world has been created. The mighty golem Karn created the world of Mirrodin. But Mirrodin is a false name. It was a name given to this world to hide its true purpose. The true name of this world is New Phyrexia and the Phyrexians who remained hidden for centuries have begun pouring into their new home. History is repeating itself as the Phyrexians begin to rebuild their armies and prepare to invade the natural worlds once again.

So what are we to do? We who called ourselves Mirrans, should we simply give up and become fodder for the Phyrexian war machine? I think not. We have fought long and hard to protect our homelands, though they are not truly our home. Our ancestors were brought here as part of this Phyrexian experiment. We are prisoners here on this false world. Our true homes are the natural worlds which the Phyrexians hope to destroy. It is for those worlds that we now fight. We cannot save this false world, but we can still fight the Phyrexians. The false god Karn wishes to keep his false world a secret. Let us confront him. We shall fight and bring a battle to him that will be heard across time and space. We must sound the alarm to the natural worlds, our true homelands, so that they may rise up to defeat this evil.

History will repeat itself. The false god and his false world will be defeated.

[kartheunlucky]

From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7279

We begin our assault on our old ally today. If only he could see the true beauty of Phyrexia. If he will not voluntarily submit, he must be brought to it forcibly. We will deploy our greatest weapon, the corrupted colossus that Sir Jason employed when he was ambushed by the three Phyrexian lieutenants.

Sir Merritt will be compleated.

[kartheunlucky]

From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7281

We have obliterated our former ally. He attempted to use our own technology against us, but, as in previous battles, Sir Jason's knowledge of the colossus technology proved superior. He stole the machine from the cowardly Mirran fool and destroyed him with it.

With this defeat, the Mirran forces have been routed, and they cannot recover. New Phyrexia is not a dream, but a fast-approaching reality. We will build our new world into something that cannot be subdued. We will compleat this sad little world.

Planeswalkers are coming soon, I am sure, but they cannot stand before us. They can either stand with us, or die like common rats.

[kartheunlucky]

From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7300

The war is over. The Great Compleation can now begin. The accursed "Mirrodin" must now fall as the brilliance of New Phyrexia rises. A few stragglers remain, but the main forces of Mirran resistance have been obliterated.

Yesterday I harvested another myr observer. I have converted its parts to supplement my own. I am becoming stronger, faster, and more efficient. I will be what makes the Great Machine function. I will be the new Father of Machines, as Karn has abandoned us. We do not need him.

We have Me.