i had a first edition Charizard that was stolen at a sleepover (dumb ten year old me wanted to show it off). then the rest were stolen by my sister when I was in college where she cut them up to decorate her binder.
don’t know how many still survive but I’m pretty pissed
That first edition charizard though, so universally contentious. A core childhood memory was battling a neighborhood kid, he wagered his charizard and I put up machamp + gyarados holos. Winner gets the pot. We do the battle, I won, then immediately this kid snatches the charizard off the table and took off running all the way down the street back home with it.
I never got the card, and that’s how I learned there is no justice in this world. Was way before they were worth anything more than sentimental value.
i had a first edition Charizard that was stolen at a sleepover (dumb ten year old me wanted to show it off). then the rest were stolen by my sister when I was in college where she cut them up to decorate her binder.
don’t know how many still survive but I’m pretty pissed
That first edition charizard though, so universally contentious. A core childhood memory was battling a neighborhood kid, he wagered his charizard and I put up machamp + gyarados holos. Winner gets the pot. We do the battle, I won, then immediately this kid snatches the charizard off the table and took off running all the way down the street back home with it.
I never got the card, and that’s how I learned there is no justice in this world. Was way before they were worth anything more than sentimental value.
I don’t think you were the dumb one to trust people who you were at a sleepover with.
Learning that some people don’t have morals or empathy was a bitch as a kid. Egoistic fucks.