It's easy to stereotype avid Magic gamers as cold, heartless sons of bitches. Though this idea may hold some weight, its not entirely true. A few of these sons of bitches really do care. A player known only as JeremyArc7 has proven to be one of these select few. He is willing to do anything to help a player in need.

Tragedy recently struck the MiseTings board in the form of a robbery. BobTheJunkie, an oft drunken Cajun (as all real Cajuns are) known for his quick wit and sinister midget obsessions, was robbed blindly. As he reported his sufferings to the MiseTings forums, friends made moves to aid him. Many offered moral support. A few Misetingers prepared donations for the "Heal Bob's Anus" Foundation. Bob will have a long way to go before he replaces lost items such as his near mint blue Hurricane and John "Friggin" Rizzo's recently mummified remains.

Then a punk ass random identified as Arc entered the discussion. Arc was willing to do anything to help, literally anything. Arc scrambled to his room in search of shitty rares to sell, but left wanting. He knew there would be no buyers for his ragged Kangee. The lovable bastard became depressed and reviewed every option before having a savage epiphany: he remembered the night before last year's States when his best friend anted off his soul. Mise!

While Dogbert was making a dumb ass of himself (as usual), Arc was surfing Ebay. Everyone knows you can sell anything on Ebay, even your best friend's eternally damned soul. After finding a picture that demonstrated the utilities of this 'Chase's" soul, Arc began his auction. Not wanting to overextend himself, he set the price at $0.05 and sat back and awaited the bidding wars. The resulting battle reminded many of counter wars between fat, dirty thirty-year-old men on Friday nights.

The auction broke $5 in just a few hours as several individuals showed interest in the rare commodity. "$5 for a soul? I need this soul. I'm willing to trade Beta rares for it. I must have the fool's soul," spoke the demented bidder known only as Seeker of Souls. Though the identities of the bidders are unknown, many have speculated that their ranks may be filled with former Nazis, current R&D assholes, and the biblical root of all evil himself (presumably Ed Fear).

Arc has presented Bob will a vision of hope he has not encountered since the night he lost his virginity. The petty soul is currently outselling some dual lands. The gaming world is abuzz with discussion - can Chase's soul top the fabled Power Nine? Only time can tell. For now, you are encouraged to pat this kind man known as Arc on the back when you see him and say "Yer shit" as you go and bid on a soul. Remember his name whether you need quick cash for that hooker or an extra Call of the Herd because Arc truly has a heart of gold.

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It's easy to stereotype avid Magic gamers as cold, heartless sons of bitches. Though this idea may hold some weight, its not entirely true. A few of these sons of bitches really do care. A player known only as JeremyArc7 has proven to be one of these select few. He is willing to do anything to help a player in need.

Tragedy recently struck the MiseTings board in the form of a robbery. BobTheJunkie, an oft drunken Cajun (as all real Cajuns are) known for his quick wit and sinister midget obsessions, was robbed blindly. As he reported his sufferings to the MiseTings forums, friends made moves to aid him. Many offered moral support. A few Misetingers prepared donations for the "Heal Bob's Anus" Foundation. Bob will have a long way to go before he replaces lost items such as his near mint blue Hurricane and John "Friggin" Rizzo's recently mummified remains.

Then a punk ass random identified as Arc entered the discussion. Arc was willing to do anything to help, literally anything. Arc scrambled to his room in search of shitty rares to sell, but left wanting. He knew there would be no buyers for his ragged Kangee. The lovable bastard became depressed and reviewed every option before having a savage epiphany: he remembered the night before last year's States when his best friend anted off his soul. Mise!

While Dogbert was making a dumb ass of himself (as usual), Arc was surfing Ebay. Everyone knows you can sell anything on Ebay, even your best friend's eternally damned soul. After finding a picture that demonstrated the utilities of this 'Chase's" soul, Arc began his auction. Not wanting to overextend himself, he set the price at $0.05 and sat back and awaited the bidding wars. The resulting battle reminded many of counter wars between fat, dirty thirty-year-old men on Friday nights.

The auction broke $5 in just a few hours as several individuals showed interest in the rare commodity. "$5 for a soul? I need this soul. I'm willing to trade Beta rares for it. I must have the fool's soul," spoke the demented bidder known only as Seeker of Souls. Though the identities of the bidders are unknown, many have speculated that their ranks may be filled with former Nazis, current R&D assholes, and the biblical root of all evil himself (presumably Ed Fear).

Arc has presented Bob will a vision of hope he has not encountered since the night he lost his virginity. The petty soul is currently outselling some dual lands. The gaming world is abuzz with discussion - can Chase's soul top the fabled Power Nine? Only time can tell. For now, you are encouraged to pat this kind man known as Arc on the back when you see him and say "Yer shit" as you go and bid on a soul. Remember his name whether you need quick cash for that hooker or an extra Call of the Herd because Arc truly has a heart of gold.

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