Rotting Regisaur

A 7/6 for three mana is a rate that predates the modern era by decades: black has always been the color willing to sell you an oversized body up front and collect on the debt later. The classic version of that bargain was life (Phyrexian Negator, Flesh Reaver), a resource that runs out and kills you. This one taxes cards instead, one per upkeep, which changes the entire calculus of the deal. A discard is not a step toward death the way a life payment is; it is a cost you can turn into an asset if your graveyard does anything. The upkeep timing is the leash: the discard is locked to your turn, so you cannot dump a card in response to removal or a bounce spell, and every extra turn the beater survives compounds the tax. That tension is the whole design. Play it fair and it strips your hand while it swings, an aggressive clock that punishes stalls. Build around it and the discard becomes fuel: reanimation targets pitched to the yard, madness cards cast for value, delirium and threshold counters filled a card at a time. The body is genuinely enormous for the cost; the question the card poses is never whether the front side is worth it, but whether your deck can metabolize what it takes from you every turn it stays alive.