Penguin Melody

Choose a creature type. Draw a card for each permanent you control of that type.
I realized one morning... That I hate this world. This
world is made of countless boxes. People bend and stuff
their bodies into their own boxes. And stay there for the
rest of their lives. And eventually, inside the box, they
forget: what they looked like; what they loved; who
they loved. That's why I'm getting out of my box. I'm
one of the chosen. That's why I'm going to destroy
this world.