Auntie Blyte, Bad Influence

Most red cards treat the damage you take as the cost of doing business; this one converts it into ammunition. The trigger keys specifically off a source you control dealing damage to you, which is narrower and more deliberate than it looks: paying life does nothing here, so fetchlands, shocklands, and Phyrexian mana casts leave her cold. What feeds her is actual damage, painlands, and the whole family of self-directed burn (the Fireblast pointed at your own face, the ping effects that turn on aristocrat triggers). Every point you absorb from those sources gets banked on her, and the tap-and-remove ability launders those counters straight back into damage at any target, so she runs a closed loop: hurt yourself on purpose, store the pain, then fling it somewhere it matters. The discipline is that the outlet costs mana and a tap each time, so she is never free artillery the turn she lands; you have to keep bleeding to keep firing. That intake rate is the whole scaling story. A deck packed with self-damage effects grows a fragile 2/2 flyer into a cannon, while a board of fair creatures leaves her a slow, awkward removal spell attached to a body. She is a payoff built around a very specific crime, wanting to be surrounded by damage aimed inward, and she pays it back in the currency red trusts most: damage sent elsewhere.