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i would appreciate it if you commented on this adn some one let me know how to do an actual post to a ropic because i am new to card maker
Why are there no Xyz's?
Started by solly-olly, Apr 17 2012 11:47 PM
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Posted 18 April 2012 - 12:31 AM
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Well, to start, this should be in the Questions section.
Anyway, YCMaker did not put Xyz's in for any number of reasons. He may not be able to because of coding issues, he might not care, stuff like that. However, there is a simple solution for you.
http://yugico.com/yugioh-card-creator
Anyway, YCMaker did not put Xyz's in for any number of reasons. He may not be able to because of coding issues, he might not care, stuff like that. However, there is a simple solution for you.
http://yugico.com/yugioh-card-creator
A Charming Client (My YCM Holiday Secret Santa Gift)
The metropolis of the General forum was lively as usual: the streets were congested with cabs and local workers in rush hour, leaving enough room in between each vehicle for pedestrians to cross without using the crosswalks at the lights. Horns honked, mostly just to woo busty women on the sidewalks.
A couple blocks from the heart of the city stood a building built of mostly glass with stainless steel frames and several banners hanging from the overhang, the biggest of them reading “Return of YCM Interviews” articulated with a bright-red border and level stars surrounding a soothing orange background. Through the rotating door sat a generic secretary’s desk that contrasted with the white, tiled floor with a black supporting block and a buffed oak-wood surface.
Well into the day, Wynn came out from his office down one of the hallways past the secretary’s desk, stretching as wide as the smile on his face,
“Well, Caeda, what’s the verdict,” he said as he exhaled from his stretch, leaving Caeda, the secretary, pondering for a moment long enough to process her response but short enough to not seem like she’s ignoring him.
“The verdict is whether I should take some personal time off,” she scowled, avoiding eye contact.
Wynn only laughed, “Family plans?”
“No, just… bored. All I do all day is answer phone calls, respond to emails, and, if I’m lucky, call in interviewees.” Caeda sighed without moving her eyes from her computer screen. One hand was moving the mouse while another hand was twiddling with one of many spears compiled in a tall basket and resting on the far corner.
“That was the verdict I was looking for,” Wynn said, turning the other monitor on the desk towards him and pulling up a chart with names of members and the number of votes they each have. He looked at the highest voted member.
“Looks like we have another interview,” he announced to no one. Caeda picked up the phone to dial Hina’s number, but Wynn stopped her from putting it to her ear, “I’ve got this one.” With that, Wynn put the phone to his own ear, “go eat some lunch.”
Smiling, Caeda grabbed her coat and started for the door, but hesitated, “who’s gonna be at the desk?”
“I will,” Wynn shot back, “just go. Get outta here.” Caeda laughed and bolted out, leaving Wynn alone in the deserted office building built for one purpose. With the phone still ringing on the other end, Wynn fidgeted with the cord until he could hear Hina’s soft but profound voice on the other end, “…hello?”
“Hello, Hina. This is Wynn calling. According to the votings, you’ve been selected to be interviewed.”
Wynn could tell that Hina was confused, but she responded, “Okay. Where am I being interviewed?”
“Near the heart of the city, just south of the Official Rules building,” Wynn got up to take a glimpse of the outside, “it should appear made of mostly glass with a banner saying ‘Return of YCM interviews’. Just spot the sign and it’ll be right there.”
“Kay. I’ll be there soon…” Hina hung up almost unnoticeably, and Wynn hung up as well. He alternated windows from past interviews with the YCM Online Community, buying himself time before someone appeared through the door, dressed in a turquoise evening gown covered by a black, wool vest buttoned up half way and a red scarf wrapped around her neck, covering her chin. Wynn’s expression brightened at the sight of his next client, putting on his professional face, “Hina, so wonderful you could make it.”
“Quite,” she replied softly but firmly, pulling loose the scarf so it danged down both sides of her figure to her hip bones, “so where do I go?”
“Follow me,” Wynn gestured a waving motion indicating to… well… follow him to his office down the hall. Hina shuffled her way to where her interviewer strutted like the owner of the city, dropping onto his chair behind a desk and spinning around until he faced the door that Hina walked through, “have a seat, Hina,” the tone of Wynn’s professional glee almost scared Hina, but she found a chair and pulled it up to slowly sink into, adjusting her gown and crossing her legs.
“So, Hina,” he began, “let’s start from the beginning,” he pulled out a tape recorder and put it on the desk, pushing a button to start recording before hearing someone enter from the outside, “well, seems we have someone in need of service, so we better make this quick,” he continued, “let’s start from the beginning: How did you find your way into Yugo?”
“Well, I…” the sound from outside distracted Hina for a moment, but she came back to focus, “I, uh… don’t really know, exactly. Just drifted here from, uh…”
The sound from outside again caught her attention, making Wynn tighten his lips in frustration, “Nevermind,” he snapped, “we’ll get back to that later. So, as I have heard, you have run for Custom Cards moderation in the past. Tell me… what prompted you to do that?”
The outside noise continued, but Hina stared Wynn dead in the eye, “Not sure. Just decided to respond to someone’s card and it all just went from there…” her lock on Wynn turned into a cold glare, “people just gave me attention, and I just went with it. People started to really like me,” her glare began to make Wynn breath heavily as if his esophagus was tight with anxiety, “…some even started to… LOVE me.”
Wynn began to shake, eyes glued to Hina as if he were under a spell. Hina’s charm peaked in his soul as he slowly became excited, “You’re…” he stuttered, “y-you ARE indeed charismatic. I-I’d vote for you…”
Hina giggled and stood up, bending over and resting her palms on Wynn’s desk, “…do you… like me, Wynn?” she smiled, making Wynn tremble at the mouth.
“Y-y-yeah, sure… I mean, n-not in a… s-s-sexual way or anything but…”
“But what?” Hina was now inches from Wynn’s face. The temptation to kiss Hina was unbearable to Wynn and he pulled away just enough to avoid contact. Hina’s eyes narrowed and her smile widened as she pulled back to relieve Wynn of his weakened willpower, but widened her eyes to reveal glowing, yellow irises that paralyzed Wynn. A soul-crushing shriek whizzed out of her wide, shark-like mouth that held teeth like that of a vulture’s claws as she bent over to bite Wynn’s head clean off.
“Wynn, I’m back from lunch,” Caeda called out, making Hina turn around and snarl, “I thought you’d like some lunch too so I brought some-” Just as Caeda walked into the room, she eyed the monster that was about to make lunch of Wynn, “…Hina?” she scowled, dropping the food she was holding and running to her desk, returning with a spear held overhand over her shoulder, aimed at Hina, “W-what are you doing with my partner?”
She aimed the barrel at the demon that glared back at her, still showing her rotten teeth in a wide, devious smile, “I find this guy quite… charming.” Hina turned back to Wynn, whom was frozen in fear and alternating startled looks between Hina and Caeda. Caeda’s spear was aimed right at Hina’s head for a killing blow, but it was guided off target by none other than Striker.
“Leave Hina alone!” he shouted as Caeda struggled to resist his attempt to snatch her spear. Hina smiled at the sight and turned back to Wynn, but another voice caught her attention.
“good grief, what’s all the fuss?!” Rin’s voice was recognizable from a mile away. Hina’s expression turned to anger as her arch enemy grabbed Striker from Caeda and threw him across the hall, looking into the room and frowning at the sight, “Well, if it ain’t the slutty witch herself…” an obvious hint of delight could be heard from Rin’s voice as she pulled a sai from her blouse, twirling it around, “I thought you left town for good. You should’ve stayed away.”
“I decided to stick around,” Hina spat back, “people still love me here.”
Rin threw her head back, “HA! They are nothing but fools. They only love you because they’re soft and weak. They love you because they see you as an angel when, deep down, you’re just a devious little hell spawn!”
Hina hissed at the remark and charged at Rin, whom dodged and let Hina run into the door frame and leave a hole. Rin backed up to where Wynn sat paralyzed, knocking his head with the hilt of her sai and knocking him unconscious, “…whoops,” she gasped, turning back to Hina whom charged her again, this time landing it and crashing through the wall into the courtyard. Striker in the background could be heard yelling “Hina, go! Kick her ass!” but Caeda would cut him off with the blunt end of her spear to his temples.
Rin and Hina continued to rumble, ramming into walls and digging up the ground beneath them. Rin now had two sais wielded in each hand, tossing them around to intimidate the succubae that was Hina. Soon the whole courtyard was in ruin, and spectators gathered at what was left of the windows they worked behind. As Hina anchored herself for another charge, she fell to her knees, covering her ears as her body shriveled and twitched like someone in a movie whose disc was scratched up. Her shrieks shattered the windows that still stood intact before she fell silent, and the demon turned back into the human Hina.
Wynn stood under the archway that used to be his window, holding the tape recorder he set out for the interview. He let go of the button he was holding, scanning the scene and sighing, “Well… this should be a good story for the readers…”
Caeda appeared behind him, curiously looking at the tape recorder, “that button… that’s no ordinary button, is it?”
“It’s a special button,” he replied, “When pressed, a sound similar to a dog whistle plays, disturbing any… “unnatural” presence that is nearby.” He pocketed the tape recorder, shrugging, “nothing I really need… just… in case.”
“Yeah, you would, Wynn,” Caeda rolled her eyes and headed back to her desk, “I’m expecting a raise for this.”
“Why don’t you just take some personal time off,” Wynn proclaimed, stopping Caeda in her tracks, “go have some fun for once in your life. You deserve it.” Caeda grinned as wide as her cheeks could stretch and ran to embrace Wynn, skipping out of the building. Wynn looked at the remains of his office, waving off the image and made for the lobby.
A couple blocks from the heart of the city stood a building built of mostly glass with stainless steel frames and several banners hanging from the overhang, the biggest of them reading “Return of YCM Interviews” articulated with a bright-red border and level stars surrounding a soothing orange background. Through the rotating door sat a generic secretary’s desk that contrasted with the white, tiled floor with a black supporting block and a buffed oak-wood surface.
Well into the day, Wynn came out from his office down one of the hallways past the secretary’s desk, stretching as wide as the smile on his face,
“Well, Caeda, what’s the verdict,” he said as he exhaled from his stretch, leaving Caeda, the secretary, pondering for a moment long enough to process her response but short enough to not seem like she’s ignoring him.
“The verdict is whether I should take some personal time off,” she scowled, avoiding eye contact.
Wynn only laughed, “Family plans?”
“No, just… bored. All I do all day is answer phone calls, respond to emails, and, if I’m lucky, call in interviewees.” Caeda sighed without moving her eyes from her computer screen. One hand was moving the mouse while another hand was twiddling with one of many spears compiled in a tall basket and resting on the far corner.
“That was the verdict I was looking for,” Wynn said, turning the other monitor on the desk towards him and pulling up a chart with names of members and the number of votes they each have. He looked at the highest voted member.
“Looks like we have another interview,” he announced to no one. Caeda picked up the phone to dial Hina’s number, but Wynn stopped her from putting it to her ear, “I’ve got this one.” With that, Wynn put the phone to his own ear, “go eat some lunch.”
Smiling, Caeda grabbed her coat and started for the door, but hesitated, “who’s gonna be at the desk?”
“I will,” Wynn shot back, “just go. Get outta here.” Caeda laughed and bolted out, leaving Wynn alone in the deserted office building built for one purpose. With the phone still ringing on the other end, Wynn fidgeted with the cord until he could hear Hina’s soft but profound voice on the other end, “…hello?”
“Hello, Hina. This is Wynn calling. According to the votings, you’ve been selected to be interviewed.”
Wynn could tell that Hina was confused, but she responded, “Okay. Where am I being interviewed?”
“Near the heart of the city, just south of the Official Rules building,” Wynn got up to take a glimpse of the outside, “it should appear made of mostly glass with a banner saying ‘Return of YCM interviews’. Just spot the sign and it’ll be right there.”
“Kay. I’ll be there soon…” Hina hung up almost unnoticeably, and Wynn hung up as well. He alternated windows from past interviews with the YCM Online Community, buying himself time before someone appeared through the door, dressed in a turquoise evening gown covered by a black, wool vest buttoned up half way and a red scarf wrapped around her neck, covering her chin. Wynn’s expression brightened at the sight of his next client, putting on his professional face, “Hina, so wonderful you could make it.”
“Quite,” she replied softly but firmly, pulling loose the scarf so it danged down both sides of her figure to her hip bones, “so where do I go?”
“Follow me,” Wynn gestured a waving motion indicating to… well… follow him to his office down the hall. Hina shuffled her way to where her interviewer strutted like the owner of the city, dropping onto his chair behind a desk and spinning around until he faced the door that Hina walked through, “have a seat, Hina,” the tone of Wynn’s professional glee almost scared Hina, but she found a chair and pulled it up to slowly sink into, adjusting her gown and crossing her legs.
“So, Hina,” he began, “let’s start from the beginning,” he pulled out a tape recorder and put it on the desk, pushing a button to start recording before hearing someone enter from the outside, “well, seems we have someone in need of service, so we better make this quick,” he continued, “let’s start from the beginning: How did you find your way into Yugo?”
“Well, I…” the sound from outside distracted Hina for a moment, but she came back to focus, “I, uh… don’t really know, exactly. Just drifted here from, uh…”
The sound from outside again caught her attention, making Wynn tighten his lips in frustration, “Nevermind,” he snapped, “we’ll get back to that later. So, as I have heard, you have run for Custom Cards moderation in the past. Tell me… what prompted you to do that?”
The outside noise continued, but Hina stared Wynn dead in the eye, “Not sure. Just decided to respond to someone’s card and it all just went from there…” her lock on Wynn turned into a cold glare, “people just gave me attention, and I just went with it. People started to really like me,” her glare began to make Wynn breath heavily as if his esophagus was tight with anxiety, “…some even started to… LOVE me.”
Wynn began to shake, eyes glued to Hina as if he were under a spell. Hina’s charm peaked in his soul as he slowly became excited, “You’re…” he stuttered, “y-you ARE indeed charismatic. I-I’d vote for you…”
Hina giggled and stood up, bending over and resting her palms on Wynn’s desk, “…do you… like me, Wynn?” she smiled, making Wynn tremble at the mouth.
“Y-y-yeah, sure… I mean, n-not in a… s-s-sexual way or anything but…”
“But what?” Hina was now inches from Wynn’s face. The temptation to kiss Hina was unbearable to Wynn and he pulled away just enough to avoid contact. Hina’s eyes narrowed and her smile widened as she pulled back to relieve Wynn of his weakened willpower, but widened her eyes to reveal glowing, yellow irises that paralyzed Wynn. A soul-crushing shriek whizzed out of her wide, shark-like mouth that held teeth like that of a vulture’s claws as she bent over to bite Wynn’s head clean off.
“Wynn, I’m back from lunch,” Caeda called out, making Hina turn around and snarl, “I thought you’d like some lunch too so I brought some-” Just as Caeda walked into the room, she eyed the monster that was about to make lunch of Wynn, “…Hina?” she scowled, dropping the food she was holding and running to her desk, returning with a spear held overhand over her shoulder, aimed at Hina, “W-what are you doing with my partner?”
She aimed the barrel at the demon that glared back at her, still showing her rotten teeth in a wide, devious smile, “I find this guy quite… charming.” Hina turned back to Wynn, whom was frozen in fear and alternating startled looks between Hina and Caeda. Caeda’s spear was aimed right at Hina’s head for a killing blow, but it was guided off target by none other than Striker.
“Leave Hina alone!” he shouted as Caeda struggled to resist his attempt to snatch her spear. Hina smiled at the sight and turned back to Wynn, but another voice caught her attention.
“good grief, what’s all the fuss?!” Rin’s voice was recognizable from a mile away. Hina’s expression turned to anger as her arch enemy grabbed Striker from Caeda and threw him across the hall, looking into the room and frowning at the sight, “Well, if it ain’t the slutty witch herself…” an obvious hint of delight could be heard from Rin’s voice as she pulled a sai from her blouse, twirling it around, “I thought you left town for good. You should’ve stayed away.”
“I decided to stick around,” Hina spat back, “people still love me here.”
Rin threw her head back, “HA! They are nothing but fools. They only love you because they’re soft and weak. They love you because they see you as an angel when, deep down, you’re just a devious little hell spawn!”
Hina hissed at the remark and charged at Rin, whom dodged and let Hina run into the door frame and leave a hole. Rin backed up to where Wynn sat paralyzed, knocking his head with the hilt of her sai and knocking him unconscious, “…whoops,” she gasped, turning back to Hina whom charged her again, this time landing it and crashing through the wall into the courtyard. Striker in the background could be heard yelling “Hina, go! Kick her ass!” but Caeda would cut him off with the blunt end of her spear to his temples.
Rin and Hina continued to rumble, ramming into walls and digging up the ground beneath them. Rin now had two sais wielded in each hand, tossing them around to intimidate the succubae that was Hina. Soon the whole courtyard was in ruin, and spectators gathered at what was left of the windows they worked behind. As Hina anchored herself for another charge, she fell to her knees, covering her ears as her body shriveled and twitched like someone in a movie whose disc was scratched up. Her shrieks shattered the windows that still stood intact before she fell silent, and the demon turned back into the human Hina.
Wynn stood under the archway that used to be his window, holding the tape recorder he set out for the interview. He let go of the button he was holding, scanning the scene and sighing, “Well… this should be a good story for the readers…”
Caeda appeared behind him, curiously looking at the tape recorder, “that button… that’s no ordinary button, is it?”
“It’s a special button,” he replied, “When pressed, a sound similar to a dog whistle plays, disturbing any… “unnatural” presence that is nearby.” He pocketed the tape recorder, shrugging, “nothing I really need… just… in case.”
“Yeah, you would, Wynn,” Caeda rolled her eyes and headed back to her desk, “I’m expecting a raise for this.”
“Why don’t you just take some personal time off,” Wynn proclaimed, stopping Caeda in her tracks, “go have some fun for once in your life. You deserve it.” Caeda grinned as wide as her cheeks could stretch and ran to embrace Wynn, skipping out of the building. Wynn looked at the remains of his office, waving off the image and made for the lobby.
“I think I’ll take a vacation of my own. This interview can be posted later.” Taking off his suit and throwing it onto his desk, he untucked the shirt underneath and put on his sunglasses, “Ahh, what a day.”
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