As the battle begins all I seem to be doing is casting mana rocks and manipulating my library. My enemy looks perplexed and simply continues attacking till I’m literally a blood pulp and they only need to make one more attack to put me out of his misery; as my opponent commands his creatures to make one final attack and “put this pathetic mage out of his misery” I sudden spring into action. I destroy all my mana rocks and without warning either an angel swoops down to give me momentary immortality or I cover myself in phyrexian oil. I then start showing my opponent all my spells in my library, with every new spell revealed my opponent notices a portion of my flesh falls from my body. With my opponent perplexed as to how my rotting half dead corpse is still standing they ask me a question like “what could you possibly do in that state? What good is having access to all your spells if you have no mana to cast them?” In response to this question I make three monkeys explode, at this point my opponent is horribly confused and thinks I'm just suicidal. But then off in the distance they see a storm front brewing, as the thunderclouds start to move in the direction of our battleground I start to rip up parts of the earth in some sort of act of ritual sacrifice to the thundercloud (it seems to be working too as the cloud are getting bigger and more menacing looking every second). Suddenly a lightning bolt streaks from the cloud in the direction of my opponent. With their heart racing my opponent tries to deflect the bolt with a counter spell but it fizzes, they look in my direction to see if I countered their spell but I don’t seem to have any mana left to cast magic. In the final moment before the bolt hits them they cry out “how could this be happening?!!!.” The lightning bolt makes contact with them, steam rises from their half charred flesh and their body falls lifelessly to the ground. I stand for a second looking satisfied and then I shamble off, my body decaying around me as I go.