“Let’s go to the card shop.” I suggested as a plan to my lovely girlfriend who was feeling indecisive about what to do for the rest of the night. “I’ll buy you something nice.” I promised her, knowing she would choose the 151 Blastoise she’s had her eyes on for a fortnight. As a cherry on top, let’s buy some 151 packs. She gazed into my eyes and asks “4?”
I looked down, mouth salivating and whisper “6.”
We get home, I proclaim in a joking manor, “everything i pull, i keep.” “they are for me!” she squeaks. I oblige and open a Wigglytuff EX. I’m happy. It’s hers. She needs that one for her collection. She opens her first, nothing. I open my second & third, nothing. She opens her second, demigod pack containing “the big three.” We are alive again. we feel our blood warm our bodies as we once again remember the beauty of this hobby, this life we are blessed to experience. I’m shook. With a twinge of envy, I messaged the debaucherous groupchat to show her pulls off. they are shook.
I plead, let me open the last pack. you’ve won. you’ve beaten this game. i have only you and though im satisfied with this, let me have a measly fourth pack. she looks at me through her tear steamed eyes from all the laughter and in a firm, dastardly voice, whispers “no.” Thus, creating what you see before you. The never before heard of (in my lifetime) back to back pack gluttony that tsunamied my entire existence as she did indeed pull, another charizard.
by Sweaty_Technician282