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Somehow I've never seen this concept before. But, I'm definitely interested. We'll see how this goes, won't we?

Far from the best quality. Up to you if you want to use it, my image scaler is pretty bad. Haha.

"An' here I was thinkin' of skipping Science too." Muses the punk, both arms behind his head as he looks on to the billowing smoke and embers. Despite this, Rulao wanders on down the hall, retreading his casual game with Jack, focusing, bending his mind upon this next card.


*Card Name: Shipwreck Hermit
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*Background Color: Reddish Orange
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Attack (0-2):
Hearts (0-3):
Higher Stat (If applicable): Hearts
Facedown (Y/N):
Stars (0-2): 1
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Keywords (Quickplay, Agile):
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Then, he pictures it. It transcends his SOUL, finally something he was proud of. Out of nowhere in the hallway, he roars out, "Hell yeah!" Pumping the card in his fist all the while.

Perhaps battle brings out his best?

"Yeah. . ." Rulao rasped, crossing both arms after putting away his makeshift deck. "I don't like that bowl-cut kid one bit" The punk muses aloud, though possibly just enough for Rose and Diance to hear him as they finish their match. "Still worth gettin' in that first game I think."

The thug draws another card. And throws it down without much thought.



His eyes light up, seeming to have an idea. Sureky not one that would win him the game given their simple cards. But an idea nonetheless. He slaps down Mesmer Mantis!



"I'm swapping that zombie's effect with my thorny vine, meaning it CAN attack now." And so it does, dealing 2 damage to the Pegasus taking two in kind. Then, he sends his tentacle against the Illuminator, leaving it at three. Rulao ends his turn.

Rulao freezes for just a moment, the palm of his rough hand on the top of his deck. "That's a pretty rad card ya got there." He says. "Probably ain't nothing I can do about it neither. But I ain't the kind to surrender."

With that, the punk draws his next card, slamming down a Cosmic Isopod for a free useless star.



Afterwards he slams down a Fallen Paladin.



"With yer boy's effect here, yer lightbringer'll take a damage, then my tentacle will finish him off." He declares. Possibly the most he could accomplish with his limited deck.

The crooked business man struggles, another bullet, another wound, another gravestone for the good men that stood against his profit driven master plans. To the oligarchs, to the water barons, to the entrepreneurs of every stripe, he'd be hailed a hero. Their games of capitalism, of consumerism, of exploitation were secured under the refined old man's belt.

But to the people of the town, that slate suited man was a demon, selling their souls off to his lord and master.

"Hoist him up. . ." Aleister growled, goons flooding out of the woodwork to do his dastardly bidding. "Let em all know." He adds, managed to force himself to stand even as he's gouting blood in the dusty street. "Let em all know who's town this is!" Despite his state, the old feller managed to roar, the spitting image of a wild beast he were, without a hint of remorse.

But he'll get his comeuppance one day. We all do. As we stand, we kneel before the Lord. And when that day comes, The Gun, Jack, Dylan, even Flint and all the souls that fell into this twister of blood will stand as his jury. . .

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For its simple nature, this was an exceedingly fun game actually. And not just because luck seemed to be on my side. Haha. Thanks!