Golgari Deep Space: Life Reimagined

This is a fairly silly theme deck I dreamed up when I kept getting tongue-tied between Gagarin and a certain Magic faction (http://mtgsalvation.gamepedia.com/Golgari_Swarm). It is far from optimised (it's a theme deck, after all!), but I tried to make enough concessions to gameplay that it could at least pootle along and have a chance at winning a casual match.

Leela double-checked her flickering PAD. It had been acting strangely ever since she entered the Station, but the signal was still pulsing active in the corner of the screen. For a moment she thought she saw something crawl across it, and rubbed idly at the display before chastising herself; she was seeing things. But after the day she'd had, wasn't it inevitable?

She'd woken about 30 hours ago to discover that the odd reports on the Weyland inside channels she'd been probing had reached fever-pitch; when she'd slept they'd simply been irritated complaints from the station's Hydroponics lab that they must have been sent the wrong seeds, as that whatever was growing in the lab was proving not only highly toxic, but almost supernaturally resilient. A few hours later, and the station clinic was flooded with panicked technicians reporting bizarre changes to the architecture of their quarters, or of shipmates wandering too far into 'new sections' of the station and not returning. The senior on-duty doctor expressed a hesitant guess that this was due to some hallucinogenic properties of the new plants, and advised an immediate quarantine to be put into effect.

This request would have meant disaster for the investors that Elizabeth Mills was trying to court with a guided tour of the station, and so was quietly stifled, though security was doubled and all passage to and from the station reduced to a minimum.

That was 26 hours ago. Past that, the reports got.. Weird. Static-hazed glimpses of hulking creatures stalking the corridors, more and more falling to the maddening sickness and at least one report of a casualty 'recovering' post-mortem from a deadly bite on his ankle.

Leela rubbed her eyes. The signal was getting stronger; she must be heading in the right direction. It had led her here, up the Beanstalk and into a comandeered shuttle. It had felt at the time like a driving obsession, as if some supernatural force were emenating from the station, drawing her inward. She had felt it tugging at her conciousness since she had first seen the pattern in the datastream; now she had arrived, she could feel the dread spiking under it like a bad stim. She was terrified, but she had to go on. She was almost there.

Leela almost tripped over the man huddled in the doorway. He wore a grubby station jumpsuit, with badges that identified him as a lab tech. He seemed to look through her as she gently gripped his shoulder.

"We never should have opened it. We weren't ready. We didn't realise- Didn't realise what was waiting for us. What was on the other side-"

He stopped suddenly, twitching his head, and an expression of terrified rapture settled over his features. Leela wrinkled her nose; The smell of rot and decay that filled the corridors had increased a thousandfold as she'd listened to the man's ramblings.

"The Queen has come!" He cried.

"She is reborn in flesh! All shall be reborn in her glorious image!"

Leela followed his gaze, and gasped.