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David
I know this deck has 60 card's but it work's for me tell me what you think.
Fusion's:
Dark Paladin
B. Skull Dragon
Gaia The Dragon Champion
High level's:
Magician Of Black Chaos
Dark Magician
Dark Magician Girl
Buster Blader
Summoned Skull
Red-Eyes B. Dragon
Swift Gaia The Fierce Knight
Gaia The Fierce Knight
Curse Of Dragon
Archfiend Of Gilfer
Jack's Knight
Low level's:
King's Knight
Queen's Knight
Big Shield Guardna
Obnoxious Celtic Guard
Skilled Dark Magician
Skilled White Magician
Kuriboh
Gamma The Magnet Warrior
Magician Of Faith
Marshmallon
Breaker The Magical Warrior
Mystical Elf
Red Gadget
Green Gadget
Yellow Gadget
Sangan
Cyber Jar
Old Vindictive Magician
Rapid-Fire Magician
Blast Magician
Spell's:
Multiply
Monster Recovery
Soul Taker
Heavy Storm
Graceful Charity
Change Of Heart
Monster Reborn
Diffusion Wave-Motion
Dark Hole
De-Fusion
Dark Magic Curtain
Card Destruction
Dark Magic Attack
Fissure
Black Magic Ritual
Pot Of Greed
Marshmallon Glasses
Spiral Spear Strike
Polymerization
Swords Of Revealing Light
Traps':
A Hero Emerges
Nutrient Z
Spell Vanishing
Magic Cylinder
Lightforce Sword
Magician's Circle
Spellbinding Circle
Soul Rope
Collected Power
well that's my deck I know it's illegal but I dont go to tournaments. I',m looking for "Mirror Force", "Alpha The Magnet Warrior"," Beta The Magnet Warrior", "Valkyrion The Magna Warrior", and lastly "Magician's Valkyria."
Can anyone tell me what pack's to look for?
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I think yours is pretty good. You can make i better ny getting stronger cards like blue eyes and stuff. But believe me your s is already good so you dont have to waste money for more cards.
I think yours is pretty good. You can make i better ny getting stronger cards like blue eyes and stuff. But believe me your s is already good so you dont have to waste money for more cards.
Will you please read this?
Q. It was a huge risk. The several hundred, if not thousand, people buzzing around her only instigated the furious debate raging in her brilliant mind. Her pale hand took the red passport from her pants pocket and she glared at the name imprinted inside the little booklet: Lilly. Hazel eyes scanned the faces within close proximity questioning who was to die. Callous and cold the attitude may be, this mysterious girl in no way indicated nerves or fear; the feeling she couldnât control was guilt. Guaranteeing the plane would crash was questionable yet Lilly could not help but wonder whose deaths she would be responsible for.
A sudden knock caused the young woman to regain her focus as a camera wielding, tubby man barged past her muttering something to the device in his hand. The check in process was boring and mundane as Lilly explained she did not care where she was seated on the plane and faced questioning for her small amount of luggage.
Towering escalators, oddly positioned water fountains, an array of gadget shops and overpriced clothing stores... this London airport bared little difference to any other. The diversity of the manic and frenzied travelers had always fascinated Lilly and she witnessed several arguments, frantic sprinting and hurried shopping on her way to gate seventeen. Once in the penned area, the young woman looked at her passport once again sighing at the new name and date of birth. Too many conflicting thoughts raged in her head as she realized there was no guarantee the plane would even crash and after all, she had completed journeys safely before, why should this time be any different?
With a shudder, the huge âBluSkyâ aircraft roared to life and crept down the gigantic runway. This is it, thought Lily. The day I make them proud.
A makeup clad woman in impractical heels fiddled with the lifejacket over her head as she demonstrated the emergency procedure whilst the pilot informed his passengers of the current schedule. Lillyâs eyes scrutinized every person upon the plane, a few felt unnerved by her constant staring, and there was no denying her heart beat had quickened slightly as the jet rumbled before leaving the tarmac below. Her golden unkempt hair stuck to the glass as she watched the houses disappear from the cold window and began to consider when exactly the crash would occur. Not once could you see apprehension, or any emotion for that matter, within Lillyâs eyes and she always appeared calm yet unapproachable.
A wobbly drinks trolley rolled past several times within the ten hours the plane had been airborne and the revolting smell of airplane food swept through the compartments as the neatly packed meals were unleashed. Ten long hours had passed. Two hundred and fifty passengers squirmed restlessly in their seats as a sudden bang dominated the cabin â it was beginning.
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âIt was reported late this night that a 747 flying from Heathrow in London over to New York City has crashed landed in the middle of the Atlantic sea. Both American Coast Guards and British Rescue workers are currently prodding the water for any signs of survivorsâbut as for now, all are missing. Stay with us for more details on this disasterâ¦.â
The sounds of a television awoke Kelsie, who shook her head groggily, looking over to the other bed across the cabin. It was empty, and as she sat up, she decided to see what was happening. Opening the door and slipping out, she limberly crossed the hall into the bridge. Wrapped up in their robes, Mr. Wolff, Ms. Hallman, Seth, Annalise, and Roger were crowded around a television, watching the evening news.
âWhatâs happened?â she asked.
Mr. Wolff turned his head. âThe Darks, thatâs whatâs happened.â
âWhat did they do this time?â She came to stand beside Roger.
Mr. Wolffâs eyes never left the screen. âTheyâve just got a new member, it seems.â
âA new member? Why would they get a new member?â asked Roger, looking over at Mr. Wolff.
There was an uncertain silence. âIâm afraidâ¦I donât know.â
No....If I wrote it, how would I steal it?
A sudden knock caused the young woman to regain her focus as a camera wielding, tubby man barged past her muttering something to the device in his hand. The check in process was boring and mundane as Lilly explained she did not care where she was seated on the plane and faced questioning for her small amount of luggage.
Towering escalators, oddly positioned water fountains, an array of gadget shops and overpriced clothing stores... this London airport bared little difference to any other. The diversity of the manic and frenzied travelers had always fascinated Lilly and she witnessed several arguments, frantic sprinting and hurried shopping on her way to gate seventeen. Once in the penned area, the young woman looked at her passport once again sighing at the new name and date of birth. Too many conflicting thoughts raged in her head as she realized there was no guarantee the plane would even crash and after all, she had completed journeys safely before, why should this time be any different?
With a shudder, the huge âBluSkyâ aircraft roared to life and crept down the gigantic runway. This is it, thought Lily. The day I make them proud.
A makeup clad woman in impractical heels fiddled with the lifejacket over her head as she demonstrated the emergency procedure whilst the pilot informed his passengers of the current schedule. Lillyâs eyes scrutinized every person upon the plane, a few felt unnerved by her constant staring, and there was no denying her heart beat had quickened slightly as the jet rumbled before leaving the tarmac below. Her golden unkempt hair stuck to the glass as she watched the houses disappear from the cold window and began to consider when exactly the crash would occur. Not once could you see apprehension, or any emotion for that matter, within Lillyâs eyes and she always appeared calm yet unapproachable.
A wobbly drinks trolley rolled past several times within the ten hours the plane had been airborne and the revolting smell of airplane food swept through the compartments as the neatly packed meals were unleashed. Ten long hours had passed. Two hundred and fifty passengers squirmed restlessly in their seats as a sudden bang dominated the cabin â it was beginning.
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âIt was reported late this night that a 747 flying from Heathrow in London over to New York City has crashed landed in the middle of the Atlantic sea. Both American Coast Guards and British Rescue workers are currently prodding the water for any signs of survivorsâbut as for now, all are missing. Stay with us for more details on this disasterâ¦.â
The sounds of a television awoke Kelsie, who shook her head groggily, looking over to the other bed across the cabin. It was empty, and as she sat up, she decided to see what was happening. Opening the door and slipping out, she limberly crossed the hall into the bridge. Wrapped up in their robes, Mr. Wolff, Ms. Hallman, Seth, Annalise, and Roger were crowded around a television, watching the evening news.
âWhatâs happened?â she asked.
Mr. Wolff turned his head. âThe Darks, thatâs whatâs happened.â
âWhat did they do this time?â She came to stand beside Roger.
Mr. Wolffâs eyes never left the screen. âTheyâve just got a new member, it seems.â
âA new member? Why would they get a new member?â asked Roger, looking over at Mr. Wolff.
There was an uncertain silence. âIâm afraidâ¦I donât know.â
No....If I wrote it, how would I steal it?
Answer
You obviously have talent at spinning a tale, but the writing is a bit cumbersome and some words are used oddly. For professional-grade writing, you have way too many modifiers (adjectives mainly). You should not describe every single thing with multiple adjectives. It makes the prose feel heavy and slow, and this is a scene that should be emotional.
Example: A sudden knock caused the young woman to regain her focus as a camera wielding, tubby man barged past her muttering something to the device in his hand.
First of all, I would wonder if the man was important in some way, since you gave him so much 'air time.' Being bumped into is a quick thing. It's over in an instant, but you make the reader notice 4 things about him. Do they matter to the story? I also find it odd that some guy rushing for the train is holding a phone and a camera at the same time. Also, the sentence is in passive voice. The subject of the sentence (the young woman) should be acting, not being acted upon.
Perhaps: She regained her focus when a tubby man muttering into his cellphone bumped her shoulder.
And about that emotion... The girl's about to blow up a plane! You told us she felt guilt, but didn't show it. Engage the reader by showing the manifestations of her emotions. Are her palms clammy? Do her eyes dart around or does she just merely 'look' at the people she's about to kill. Use specific verbs to create more reaction in the reader.
Finally, some odd word choices.
"people buzzing around her only instigated the furious debate raging in her brilliant mind." -- instigated means to start something, not to make it greater
"Rescue workers are currently prodding the water for any signs of survivors" -- prodding means to poke or push. I see a mental image of rescuers thrusting fingers into the ocean, or thrusting poles into it. Perhaps combing the water, or just searching.
Best of luck!
You obviously have talent at spinning a tale, but the writing is a bit cumbersome and some words are used oddly. For professional-grade writing, you have way too many modifiers (adjectives mainly). You should not describe every single thing with multiple adjectives. It makes the prose feel heavy and slow, and this is a scene that should be emotional.
Example: A sudden knock caused the young woman to regain her focus as a camera wielding, tubby man barged past her muttering something to the device in his hand.
First of all, I would wonder if the man was important in some way, since you gave him so much 'air time.' Being bumped into is a quick thing. It's over in an instant, but you make the reader notice 4 things about him. Do they matter to the story? I also find it odd that some guy rushing for the train is holding a phone and a camera at the same time. Also, the sentence is in passive voice. The subject of the sentence (the young woman) should be acting, not being acted upon.
Perhaps: She regained her focus when a tubby man muttering into his cellphone bumped her shoulder.
And about that emotion... The girl's about to blow up a plane! You told us she felt guilt, but didn't show it. Engage the reader by showing the manifestations of her emotions. Are her palms clammy? Do her eyes dart around or does she just merely 'look' at the people she's about to kill. Use specific verbs to create more reaction in the reader.
Finally, some odd word choices.
"people buzzing around her only instigated the furious debate raging in her brilliant mind." -- instigated means to start something, not to make it greater
"Rescue workers are currently prodding the water for any signs of survivors" -- prodding means to poke or push. I see a mental image of rescuers thrusting fingers into the ocean, or thrusting poles into it. Perhaps combing the water, or just searching.
Best of luck!
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