Shivan Harvest

{1}{r}, Sacrifice a creature: Destroy target
nonbasic land.
Coast City. It was my home once. My friends home.
Now it's nothing. An engine built on rubble. Built on
the corpses of people I knew. And one of those corpses
might be Carol's. If they think their missiles can keep
me out they're wrong. Nothing's keeping me out.
Nothing's keeping me from finding the monster who
did this. Nothing's keeping my hands from his throat.