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Hiya! Looking for a neato looking anime/manga sig pic? Or a funny/silly/omg are you on crack? comic? You've followed the right sig. XD Hooray for you!
Updates: 6/7/2006: New card decks! Four of em! Metrocon was a happy bounty.
11/29/05: New card deck! Friends with cars are -awesome-.
Section One: How much is it? Section Two: What card decks can I choose? Section Three: What manga do you have to scan? Section Four: Frequently Asked Questions
New! Swee [of MPL] has written a little story about me that I think should be posted here. ^_^ Cause I loves it. ^^
There Was Once A Beautiful Fortuneteller Named Dragonsama
She was a mistress of the cards, and predictions and tales alike rested in her deck. What her true calling was, however, crafting her own cards with their respective fortunes. Kings and peasants, merchants and beggars, even timid women -traveling by themselves, despite the danger of being caught- all flocked to recieve a fortune, marvel at her butterfly wings, or even recieve a glance from her shining unique eyes.
At one point, however, Dragonsama realised her last and most difficult task lay before her. She knew from her tarot, her tapestries, her canvases, her charts, all that she made herself, were calling to her. "Make the most wonderful masterpiece of a card that ever existed..." They instructed, and Dragonsama obeyed with joy.
She started with a final reading of all her posessions. "Seven" cried the tarot, a symbol of fortune. "Heart" shouted the tapestries, a representation of love. "The moon, and a waterfall" hollered the canvas, a setting of rebirth, death, and the ever changing Luna, moon. Finally the charts said in a deafening roar, "A handsome man."
With her task before her, Dragonsama began to paint. After weeks, of toil, the waterfall emerged. Dragonsama rested after that was done, but it was a brief respite. She set again to work, and after months of swollen wrists, paint slathered fingers, and a stiff neck, the most beautiful man imaginable sat at it's base. Sensing her work was almost done, Dragonsama added, with great care, a delicate heart and a spidery flowing eight.
The painting, card, fortune, result of her labor and child of her toil glowed and drew her into it's moonlit depths. "Where am I?" Dragonsama inquired, breathless. The man simply smiled and whispered, "In your paradise."
Dragonsama · Sun Mar 27, 2005 @ 07:01am · 1 Comments |
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