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God, what a cool fucking pair of cards. Especially these versions, with Kev Walker's art. Black and White getting the exact same effect, because the death of all fits both divine grace and unknowable horror.

Mimics may pass through six distinct lifephases during their centuries of existence: spore, plasmoid, hunter, lair-tyrant, metamorphic scholar, and failed-apotheosis; not all mimics enter into any of the last three phases, and the majority of mimics remain as simple hunters for the duration of their lifespans, unconcerned with the passage of ages around them. Mimics are asexual, and reproduce via spores. When a mimic controls enough food and territory, it undergoes an involuntary internal change called spatter-spawning, laying out a large, thick glue-carpet of spore-rich protoplasm 30 or more feet in diameter. Having marked the walls and floor of a particular cavern or ruin with this stinking graffiti, it departs, never to return. Immature mimics bud out of the whitish glue-carpet, forming multihued, chitin-plated plasmoids the size of housecats; immediately ambulatory and capable of camouflage, these miniature mimics feed upon the glue-carpet, each other, and those helpless scavengers attracted by the stench and subsequently trapped by the glue. A dozen or so of these plasmoids eventually depart the spatter-spawn pit, but less than 10 percent undergo the metamorphosis into full hunter mimics—the rest are eaten by larger predators or starve to death as their metabolisms accelerate in anticipation of metamorphosis. Each growing plasmoid consumes more than 2 tons of food over the next several weeks. Plasmoids are prone to random mutation, and the results of these changes appear during this transition to the hunter stage, as does their ability to create their own adhesive. In the end, a hunter mimic grows from a small, creeping scavenger into a lurking, intelligent predator larger than a bear. Once it becomes a hunter adult, a mimic isolates itself from others of its kind. A variety of hunter mimic strains have been identified. The majority of the species—80 percent—forever remain hunters, never encountering humans nor dreaming of becoming like them. With far slower metabolisms than their youthful forms, hunter mimics patiently wait for days or even weeks for food to stumble past, resting in a kind of hibernation. Hunter mimics also travel extensively, and their mimicry allows them to travel safely almost anywhere. Intelligent creatures, mimics feed off of weaker beings and do not engage obviously superior foes. Some mimics develop into lair-tyrants: creatures obsessed with the control and domination of a wide-ranging area of abandoned sewers, keeps, temples, and other places of human engineering or habitation. These mimics are fascinated with the detritus and artifacts of humans, and manipulate both the societies of simple humanoid species around them (often kobolds or goblins who worship them as gods) and raw materials, usually toward the creation of opulent and ever-expanding lairs. Lair-tyrants often build devious and terrible traps to protect their underground palaces. Although still solitary beings, a lair-tyrant often acts as the secret mastermind behind the sudden expansion of a humanoid tribe, directing them always toward the taking of ever further territory. These lair-tyrant mimics sometimes develop psionic abilities, and often grow to enormous size. The second-to-last stage of mimic development, the metamorphic scholar, is the natural culmination of the strange, species-wide belief that mimics can someday become human, a racial imperative indelibly woven into the first glue-carpet memories they consume. Although all mimics believe that they will someday learn how to shapechange into men, metamorphic scholars engage in obsessive research on the topic: stealing human children to raise as their own, taking apart human bodies to better understand their construction, and consuming blood from a wide variety of humans so as to learn how to better replicate it. … All mimics believe that they will someday transform into humans. Some elders obsess over this and go to great lengths to truly understand humanity before they set their bodies into human shape. Mimics who attempt this final transformation instead realize only horror: they become awful parodies of life, composed of aborted human-like limbs and melting faces crashing one over another like an endless wave of corpses. Sages theorize that what the mimic understands in that moment of failure is its true, alien origin, as eternally divorced from humanity as any force or concept could be; this monstrous self-revelation is the only memory a mimic cannot wipe away, and madness consumes them utterly.

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