Duskdale Wurm

The French-vanilla seven-mana fatty has reprinted, in one form or another, since the game's earliest days: a 7/7 with trample, no enters-the-battlefield value, no protection, no second clause. The body is the whole pitch, and trample is the clause that earns its keep. A 7/7 that gets chump-blocked is a 7/7 that did nothing; the keyword guarantees that even a one-toughness blocker leaves six points crashing through. That math is the entire reason green keeps printing these. The lineage runs through a long line of identically statted wurms and beasts that exist to hand a deck a top-end finisher with no setup cost and no skill ceiling: cast it, swing, let trample collect the difference. The price is the obvious one. Seven mana for nothing but a fat trampling body is a rate higher-powered cards outran years ago, which is exactly why a card like this lives at common. Its job is to be the reliably large thing a green deck curves into, not a card anyone builds around.