Fusion X. Denver
Fusion X. DenverMember Since 16 May 2009
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~Shamserg and BT~
I rewrote the first chapter just to see what kind of progress I've made in writing since I first wrote the story. I'm not rewriting any others, but I hope people enjoy!
The alarm clock went off at 6:00 A.M on the morning of September 9th with a shrilling cry that pierced any eardrums within the vicinity. A hand clumsily felt around for the clock and then hit the snooze button. However, before its owner could delve back into the land of dreams, his sister burst into the room.
“CHRIS! WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO LEAVE EARLY TODAY!” The young boy struggled to open his eyes and glared at his little sister standing there in his doorway with a haughty demeanor.
“Come on…just 15 more minutes.” He said just above the tone of a whisper.
He was answered with a clonk to his noggin and she stormed out of the room. He sighed and rolled out of bed and proceeded to get dressed. The first day of school…what the hell?! He opened his closet door and stared at his reflection. Staring back at him was a typical 16 year old guy: slightly above average height, mid-length brown hair, blue eyes, and a lanky figure riddled with acne in various places. He rubbed his chin that protruded his face and made a mental note to shave. Then Chris slipped into his outfit for the day and ate breakfast in relative quiet. The first day as a high school sophomore was daunting to him, but he was also relieved he wasn’t a freshman anymore.
“I wonder what D.L or El are doing?” Chris said to himself.
Daisuke Link was up and brushing his teeth at that moment in time. He sneezed violently, which interrupted his morning ritual. Is someone thinking of me? Maybe it’s Katie! In the mirror in front of him stood a Brazilian of average height with short, curly hair and glasses resting on his nose. Daisuke finished brushing his teeth and zipped down the staircase into his living room. His other siblings were arguing over something, but he didn’t waste time involving himself in it and practically had to use gymnastics in order to traverse the chaos to grab a piece of toast and run out the door.
“I can’t believe my car’s in the shop on the first day of school!”
At the same moment in time, a teenager with long, dark hair was dead asleep lying on his front covering the whole bed with his head buried in the pillow.
His father came in and said, “Boy, wake up. You have school today.”
He was met with no response, so he knelt down and shouted in his ear, “ELFMAN MAKE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!” He was answered with El subconsciously bashing him in the face thinking it was his alarm clock. A few minutes later, El walked out of his house looking very disgruntled.
“Getting grounded over the most inane matters…feh.”
About 20 minutes later, El pulled into the parking lot and Chris got off his bus.
“What’s good El?” Chris asked as they both trudged over to the front entrance.
“I got grounded again. Hit my stupid father in the face by accident.” he replied with no amusement.
Chris winced, “Sucks bro, but hey, at least you don’t have a little sister yelling in your face.”
El felt like mouthing off with his morning experience, but was simply too tired and said, “So where’s-”
“Yeah, siblings are a pain sometimes,” D.L said as he ran up behind Chris and El.
He read the inquisitive looks on his friends’ faces and replied, “My car’s in the shop. I had to go through chaotic siblings, traffic, a crazy hobo, and a Jennifer Lopez look-alike to get here.” Chris wondered just what kind of trouble he ran into whereas El simply dismissed it as more of D.L’s shenanigans.
“So Fuse…happy you’re not a freshman anymore?” El asked.
Chris perked up at his nickname and laughed, “Yeah man, no longer will I suffer from the indignities of being shunned by others, smushed into lockers, or being denied my dream. I shall charge into this year with the full power of the Springtime of Youth!” With that he took a pose with his fist raised in the air triumphantly.
El and D.L stared at him blankly as Leo, a kid whose heart was as cold as ice and with hair to match in color, simply walked by and said, “F*g.”
Chris immediately felt stupid and straightened up, saying, “Well, I guess I still need to work on my social skills.”
El nodded and walked inside, “D.L we have physics first. I hear the teacher’s a b*tch, we should get there on time.” D.L nodded and said bye to Chris. With that, Chris made his way to his locker. He glanced over and saw people crowding around someone. He made his way over and saw an argument going on. Immediately he recognized Alan "Deustodo" Deus and Lich Creator, known as the madness master and intelligent gambler respectively. Both were foreign and were referred to by their last names, they argued with each other frequently. Deustodo stood tall and particularly focused his glare through his left eye and Creator glared back with piercing, purple eyes that always seemed to know what you were thinking.
Deus was blabbing some nonsense about cake and madness while Creator argued with stuff that sounded logical and insulted Deustodo as insane. Chris walked to his locker since he never could follow their arguments. He opened it to discover someone had stuffed a bunch of burnt matches in there. With a heavy sigh he went to fetch the trash barrel.
One year ago, Chris was conducting his first biology lab during the first week of school. They were analyzing reactions of certain organic compounds with chemicals and one of the tests involved heating one of the chemicals. When Chris was tasked to light the match, he had trouble doing so until he finally got it. But the flame moved to close to Chris’ finger and he instinctively jerked, causing the match to fly out of his hand and fly into the teacher’s wooden desk, setting it on fire in the process. Before the biology teacher could get a fire extinguisher, the fire had spread and headed toward the chemicals. Everyone evacuated from the room just as the chemicals were lit and the room blew up, leaving a huge, gaping hole in the wall of the school.
Luckily no one was hurt and the school was understanding since it was an accident and Chris had an exemplary middle school record, so they did not expel him. However, he was suspended for a week and by the time he came back, everyone referred to him as Fuse, forever branding him with the nickname and reputation for his entire high school career. Chris did his best to be kind to everyone and shrug off anyone who made fun of him, but no one really wanted to befriend him.
Then one day he stumbled across El and D.L.
The two were hanging on a street corner staring at a lone, chibi doll with curly pink locks and a frown on her face.
“Whatever this thing is, I want to burn it.” El said as he reached for his dad’s lighter.
“No! I think it’s cute!” D.L said, grabbing the doll and holding it close.
“You realize that’s probably been peed on, right?” El said staring at D.L with disgust.
D.L put it in the pocket of his coat and replied, “I don’t care, I think I’ll keep it. I think I’ll call her…Rina.”
Chris had observed the scene and came forward, “Hey, isn’t she the tutorial guide in that MMORPG, Chibi Knights?” The two stared at him blankly making Chris feel awkward and wishing he hadn’t spoken.
He was about to apologize and leave when D.L said, “Now that I think of it, you’re right. I’ve been playing so long, I barely remember the tutorial.”
El’s eyes narrowed and said, “Now I remember. She had the most annoying voice and personality, the only reason I didn’t quit was cuz I lost that bet with you D.L. Glad I stayed though, otherwise I would never have found the Hollowblade and become the SIC.”
Chris’ eyes widened with amazement and exclaimed, “You’re the Secret Illusionist Commandeer?! That’s flipping awesome!”
El quickly glanced at his surroundings to see if anyone he knew was around, and then replied, “I know right? Chibi Knights is actually pretty addictive. But don’t tell anyone.” He ended with a menacing tone.
Chris gulped and turned to D.L, “So do you play CK too?”
The two of them laughed which confused Chris until D.L explained, “I’m the administrator of CK. I’m DarkLink401.”
Chris did his best to not stain his pants from excitement and said, “You two…you’re internet celebrities! I remember one time there was a crowd around you guys and I couldn’t get into Chibi City for a whole hour!”
El shrugged and D.L giggled from amusement, then asked, “What’s your username?”
Chris sheepishly said, “Uh…FusionXD.”
El smirked and said, “Interesting how you did a variation of your nickname. So you’re the type of person who accepts humiliation?”
Chris felt silent, and then simply said, “Well, fusion’s coincidentally my favorite word. And…the X and D are my last two initials.”
El took this in and said, “I know people give you crap for it, but I’ve always wanted to blow up the school. I’m impressed you beat me to it.”
Chris was surprised and D.L continued, “Blowing stuff up and other out of place acts like that are some of my main interests, for you to do that as a freshman is amazing to me.”
Chris felt weird and asked them, “So uh, what are your names?”
D.L offered his hand to shake and said, “My name is Daisuke, Daisuke Link, although my friends call me D.L. I’m a sophomore at YCM High and I’m essentially an otaku.”
El lifted his head up, “Name’s Elfman Make, call me Elfy, Manny, or anything besides El, I’ll kill you. I do what I want, when I want, and treat almost everyone with a prickish attitude. If you’re alright in my book, I insult you even more than I do the general public. Congratufrickinlations.”
Chris shook D.L’s hand and stared at El with a little trepidation. “My name’s Chris Denver. Most people call me Fuse ever since freshman year; I’m a goody-two-shoes who doesn’t like to make enemies and tries to be friends with everyone.”
D.L smiled and said, “Well you’ve made two today. Want to sit with us at lunch tomorrow?”
Chris’ mouth opened in surprise a little bit and he said, “Sure! I’ll see you guys later then!” Then all three split up to make their ways back home. Suddenly it occurred to Chris that his conversation with El and D.L had caused him to miss the bus.
Later that day, a similar incident occurred, as Chris was caught up in talking with them about their new classes and forgot about his bus. Chris had managed to get home by hitching a ride with the theater crew, since Chris’ house was on the way to the local theater.
“I’m lucky Black was there, they almost kicked me to the curb. That guy’s nice to just about everyone-” Suddenly he noticed a kid with long blond hair putting something in his mailbox.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” Chris yelled. The kid saw him and threw something to the ground. Purple smoke enveloped where he stood and after a few seconds, the cloud cleared and he was gone.
“Weird…like a ninja…” Chris muttered to himself. He carefully opened his mailbox and found a letter inside it. He fiddled with it until it opened and he read the first line of the notice inside with one sentence, an address, and a date.
"Please join this organization..." Chris read aloud.
The bedroom was unusually quiet. The azure walls made no creaks, the window tightly shut, the floor muffled by strewn pieces of clothing, the only audible sound was the relaxed breathing of a teenage boy tucked into his bed. The last time Chris Denver experienced a quiet morning was in the sixth grade when his sister went to sleep-away camp for all of two days before she stormed home with an eternal vow never to return. It had been too long. Chris smiled, snuggling his head further into the pillow. "It's like…I'm dreaming."
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL ASLEEP, YOU SLOW-ASS."
Chris shot up, his eardrums ringing with a vengeance. He was sitting in his bed, groggily staring at his sister, who was already fully dressed. She wore a green tank-top, jeans and a swinging pair of keys around her index finger. She was tapping her foot with her arms crossed, glaring at Chris with piercing green eyes.
"Come on Chris, I have to meet the other council members this morning and I can't drive myself to school."
Chris grumbled. "No one cares if it's middle school."
"Excuse me, what?"
"I said sorry, Grace, my alarm didn't go off."
"That's why you set a back-up alarm just in case," Grace retorted. "Now come on!"
As she ran downstairs, Chris swung his legs out of bed and scanned the rug looking for a clean pair of pants. He noticed a pair of jeans that didn't smell resting below his mirror and snagged them, glancing at his reflection. His misty blue eyes floated in a midst of shaggy, brown hair. His skin was pale, undaunted by summer sun. He quickly donned his jeans, a green t-shirt and his favorite pair of Nikes before making his way downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, Chris’ mother stood holding his backpack and a piece of toast. Grace took after her looks, though she was still in her pajamas. “I see you’re as excited for the first day of sophomore year as much as you were freshman year.”
Chris muttered thanks as he munched on the toast and donned his backpack.
“I’m guessing we’re still out of butter?”
“What can I say? You boys did a number on our refrigerator last Saturday.”
Chris sighed. “D.L, El and I were trying to make a cake for El’s girlfriend’s birthday. I was being a good sartini or whatever you call it.”
His mother blinked. “Do you mean Samaritan?”
“Yeah, that. Did Grace take her meds?”
“Don’t think so.”
She smirked, patting his back. “I don't know if you can complain when you've been boasting about youthful vigor for as long as I can remember."
Chris blushed, gobbling down the last of his toast. "C-could you let that go? I haven't said that in a while."
His mother's smile lowered slightly. "I know, I've missed it."
He looked at her for a second before giving a kiss goodbye and heading out the door.
A boy stood in front of his bathroom mirror, rigorously brushing his teeth while glancing at his cell phone. Still no text messages, not even from Katie. Damn it.
He spat in the sink and started washing his tan-skinned face. The hot water felt soothing on the various callouses amidst his hands. He stood up and ran his hands through his thick, curly dark hair, dried himself off and grabbed his glasses before changing into a purple polo, khakis and a pair of new Reeboks. As he entered the kitchen, he spotted his younger brother and sister wrestling with each other on the floor.
“Guys…mom’s gonna yell at you again.”
The brother pinned his sister to the ground and looked up. “Daisuke, she teased me again! She said My Little Pony’s for girls!”
Suddenly, the sister wiggled her way free and put her brother in a headlock. “That doesn’t mean you can just start hitting people you big dummy!”
Daisuke pulled them apart and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Look…Suzuki has a point, Yuki. You can’t start hitting and shouting at people because they disagree with you. Just look at America.”
Yuki huffed and crossed his arms, looking away. “Then why does dad-”
Daisuke clapped his hands and stood up, putting away dirty dishes left on the counter. “Come on you two, mom’s at work again, I got to take you two to school.” Suzuki left, but Yuki stopped when he saw Daisuke beckon him with a finger. “I know people make fun of it a lot, but there’s no shame in watching MLP. I’m a brony too.”
Yuki grinned and gained a spring in his step. “I knew it wasn’t lame!”
Daisuke’s brown eyes glimmered, smirking as Yuki left. He rigorously scrubbed a spot on the plate that wasn’t washing out. “Not lame at all…”
A big, beefy man in a wife-beater clambered up wooden stairs before barging through a matching door. Inside was darkness, the only light pooled from behind him and shone upon someone squirming on top of sprawled bed sheets. The man snorted at his tall, lanky son, who remained lying in place. “Kiddo, your oversleeping days are over. Time for school again.”
His son made no acknowledgement that he heard him. The man walked over and bent down before shouting, “EL! EL! EL! EL, WA-”
El’s fist suddenly shot forward and smashed his father right in his nose. His eyes opened slightly behind his long, dark hair to reveal gray slits. “f*** alarms…” he muttered. As he slowly woke up, he saw his father glaring behind a hand cupping his face and then his outstretched fist. “Aw fu-“
The next minute was a blur as he ducked his father’s bellowing and scavenged his room and kitchen for clothes and his backpack before narrowly escaping the house with only a week’s worth of being grounded. Guess I’m walking to school. He glanced down at a puddle, eyeing his reflection. His hair had started flirting with his shoulders, matching his black, leather jacket and pants. A plain white t-shirt and Vans completed his outfit.
El felt his iPhone vibrate in his pocket and answered. “Babe? Hey, what’s-“ He fell silent for half a minute as a girl talked to him on the other end before violently jamming the End button.
“What a fanf***ingtastic day.”
A few hours later, Yugo High’s cafeteria opened for business. No one rushed towards the food; the hype of seeing everyone again after summer break only extended so far. Chris had a tray holding spaghetti and fries, looking around for a familiar face. Please let D.L and El have this lunch, please let D.L and El have this lunch, please let D.L and El have this lunch.
He perked up when he heard, “Fuse!” Recognizing his nickname, he turned around and saw Daisuke beckoning him over to a table he was sitting at with El. He dashed forward, his foot finding a stray banana peel. His leg slid forward and corrupted his balance, causing his arms to flail upward and fling the tray behind him. As his back slammed against the tiled floor, he heard a shriek. He watched as the spaghetti noodles and marinara sauce cascaded down the flowing, aquamarine strands of hair that was Clair Brady’s, the most popular girl in school.
Silence erupted, with a few gasps and oohs here and there. Chris’ face could have been mistaken for a tomato as he stood up gushing an apology, but Clair had already dashed towards the bathroom. He was ready to go find a rock to crawl under when he noticed El had come over, wiping up the fallen food with some napkins. “So Fuse, happy you’re not a freshman anymore?”
Chris weakly laughed, grabbing a few napkins from a nearby disposal and helping finish cleaning the mess. “Why’d it have to be Clair? I was going to try and talk to her too…”
They threw out the napkins and sat down with Daisuke. El said, “Well Fuse, I’d say I respect you growing a pair and hitting up a girl you humiliated, but we both know you’re full of s*** and wouldn’t have done a damn thing.”
Chris opened his mouth, but closed it and let his head drop on the table. “I guess it could be worse? Maybe?”
Daisuke nodded. “Yeah, you could’ve done something nutty, like blowing up the school. Again.”
Chris sat up and narrowed his eyes at Daisuke. Last year, he had accidentally let a lit match fly out of his hands onto his chemistry teacher’s desk, causing the papers on it and the wooden structure to ignite quickly. The teacher gave a demonstration with chemicals earlier and left them in test-tube holders on the desk. A small explosion erupted when the flames reached the chemicals and took out a corner of the room. While Chris’ parents managed to pull several strings and keep him from being expelled, Chris became forever branded with “Fuse” as his nickname.
Daisuke frowned at Chris. “Sorry. Look, I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You don’t worry about anything,” Chris retorted.
Daisuke shrugged. “Point is, people stop caring after a while. Five seconds, five minutes, maybe even five hours, then it’s old news.”
El burped. “That reminds me, I broke up with Rina.”
Daisuke sighed. “I heard during second period. Sorry, bro.”
Chris furrowed his brow. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry. What happened?”
“Got tired of me,” El replied, sipping his Coke. “Said I was too negative and that I complained a lot. Can you believe that?”
Chris and Daisuke shared a look before staring back at El. “Says the guy who went by Mr. Negativity.”
El’s body winced. “Don’t…bring freshman year s*** into this, I don’t feel like offing myself before fifth period.”
Daisuke blinked. “Sorry, why’d Rina dump you again?”
El downed his drink and slammed the empty cup down. “You know what, I’m over it. She always annoyed me a bit anyways. Her Lolita hairdo was dumb too.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Geez El, don’t hold back or anything.”
Daisuke shook his head. “See, I always thought she looked cute like that.”
El threw his hands up. “All means, take her. I’m sure you two would get along.”
“Well yeah, she’s how we all met, remember? Us joining her guild and finding out we went to the same school?”
El paused. “Oh. Right, in Chibi Knights.”
Chris chuckled. “It’s funny, the people you know. Chibi Knights has gotten really big and you just happening to pick up one of its admins, it's funny.”
"You're funny," noted Daisuke.
El suddenly lit up. “Let’s coup de tat. We’ll make our own guild. It’ll be called…Hollowblade. No, scratch that, since it’ll be just us three, how about…Trio of DEF, for D.L, El and Fuse? No...that’s stupid, just DEF is fine. And our guild will be the best guild in all of Chibi Knights. With blackjack and hookers. Actually, f*ck all of that, let’s just hit the strip club this weekend.”
Daisuke gave El a look. “Katie and I-“
El sighed. “Dude, she’s made like ten different excuses as to why she couldn’t hang with you. Let it go, bro.”
Chris leaned across and put a hand on Daisuke’s shoulder. “I know I don’t have much expertise in this department…but she’s not into you, dude.”
Daisuke rolled his eyes and was about to object when a voice called, “Hey, you three.” The trio looked behind Daisuke to see two boys their age walking over to them. The one who called out to them stood with proper posture, wearing a brown trench coat. Blue eyes shone sharply behind his spectacles and locked onto El. “Good to see you all again. Life treating you well?”
El snorted. Chris gave him a look and replied, “Thanks Black, it’s alright. You did a good job in the summer play by the way, never got to tell you that.”
Black nodded, rubbing the back of his blonde head. “Speaking of, auditions for the fall play are starting soon. El, you sounded pretty passionate about whatever you were ranting about. You could be a good actor.”
El smirked. “Thanks, but I haven’t been playing well with others lately.”
“Maybe we could help you with that,” the other boy offered. He also had glasses and wore a sleeveless, camouflage jacket with cargo pants, fingerless gloves and black boots. Pointing at El, he continued, “We’re starting up a new club that’ll be centered around helping people and bettering our own capabilities. It’s called the Fa-“
“Yeah yeah,” El interrupted. “That’s all fine and great, Creed. But what I need right now is a thing of gin and you can’t help me there.” He stood up and put his tray away before saying, “Catch you all later.”
Creed looked at him as he left. “Jeez, did the stick up his a*s leave a splinter today?”
“Leave him alone,” Black retorted. “Some people take break-ups worse than others.”
Daisuke added, “El’s never been dumped before; he’s used to it the other way around. He might be more open to joining clubs when he’s in the mood.”
Chris scratched his head. Joining clubs had not even occurred to him yet. Last year, he had trouble with making friends and bullying, so he tried to stay out of school as much as possible. “Maybe I should join Opal and them at the paper.”
Creed’s steely, emerald eyes glimmered. “What a coincidence, we’re in need of an editor for opinion. How about it, Fuse? I could see you injecting some life in the section; our last editor was…random and offensive. I’m surprised he wasn’t fired sooner.”
Daisuke frowned. “I don’t know, I always thought Deus was funny when you didn’t take him seriously.”
Creed shook his head. “Nah, f*ck that guy. Anyways, Fuse?”
Chris stood up. “Well, I did decide to have a better attitude this year regarding school and stuff.”
Daisuke smiled. “That’s the spirit Fuse, do it with vigor!”
Chris faltered for a second, but then put out his hand and said, “I guess I’m-“
The group jumped as a boy sped through and slapped a piece of paper into Chris’ hand. “Because that’s my department. And you, Fuse, should check this out before making any other rash decisions.”
“DON’T YOU GET CRAZY NOW, COME WHERE THE COOL KIDS ARE AT!” And with that, the boy dashed away and was gone. Remaining students were looking over at the group, only seeing as much confusion as they held.
Black rubbed his ear. “That guy needs a muzzle, eh?”
Creed glanced at the door he left through. “He was pretty fast, though.”
Daisuke nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t even notice his presence until he was in front of me.” I haven't seen that kind of speed outside of martial arts club.
“Like a ninja…” Chris muttered. He looked down at the piece of paper the kid handed to him. In big, red letters sprawled across the page, read, “The Akatsuki.”
- When I first joined the forum, I was mainly seen and known all around for my Luigi avatars and sigs. Nowadays, I'm more known to be associated with Spider-Man and shonen anime.
- I've had many Pokémon avatars - The Charizard and Gengar lines are the only lines I sported an individual avi for each form.
- My YCM-based story "Trio of DEF" clocked in at 545 pages and was written from September 2010 until Summer 2011. It also inadvertently ripped off The Dark Knight Rises before the movie came out.
- A YCM-based story wasn't originally my idea; Atlas had his own version a couple years prior starring an older mod named Huntar and Atman had YCManga. Black also thought up the idea before I had, but I published DEF first, leading him to hold off for a few years until writing a few YGO fics and his original story, "The Historian's Chronicle." DL openly expressed the idea of writing a YCM fic in a club chat one day, but noted that he'd be pressed for time between other obligations as well as his Naruto fanfic, "The Kyubi Shards." This served as the impetus for me to write a YCM story.
- I have led two clubs: the second incarnation of the Akatsuki of YCM and the 2nd incarnation of the Chibi Knights. Akatsuki was started by Aa'une's Apprentice in late 2009 and would go on to have 3 successors led by me, DL, and Remo. Technically though, I co-led the 2nd incarnation with DL and El Make and then the 3rd one with DL and Remo, but the previous order details the members who revived it each time.
- The incarnations were dubbed "AoYCM: Rising Dawn," "AoYCM: The Last Stand," and "AoYCM: We Need To Get Our Own Network Edition."
- The Chibi Knights was initially made by DL, wanting to talk about chibis, cute things, and other random topics. The club was half-reincarnated mid-2015 as "Chibi Nation" once post count was restored in C&O.
- The Chibi Knights almost brought ruin to the forum. A member named Nathren brought some of his friends from a different gaming site exclusively to our thread and were good people, but had mentioned the club to their clan mates on the other site and they were planning a mass exodus to join the club. Before we could be flooded by like 50 new members, however, Nathren and his friends had IRL issues crop up and their whole clique vanished.
- The reason behind my insane post count is because C&O was very active back in 2010-2011. Post count was enabled and there were enough users online at a time where clubs were essentially skype chats through posts. It fostered community and it was fun, but it did heavily lend towards post inflation.
- My first username was notdointhis16. I was self-conscious about joining a forum centered around creating custom Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. YCM would later go on to become a second home and I made the name "FusionXD" because "fusion" is my favorite word and I liked Pokémon XD and stuck the initials at the end. "X. Denver" just occurred to me randomly one day.
- The first section I made my home in for the first half year of my time here was Pop Culture cards. I made huge sets for Naruto and Smash Bros, as well as several others.
- Out of the handful of card contests I participated in, I only lost twice and had one unfinished. However, these were all held before the site had a proper sense of the metagame. Amongst modern standards, everything I made back then would be pieces of poo.
- One of my best friends, BlackSkullCortez, found this site to make Sonic cards. He showed me YCM and I spent the majority of the night making shitty memes into cards. Over 7 years later...
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