Extra deck
Sea dragon lordx1
Goyo guardianx1
Blackwing armed wingx1
Blackwing armor masterx1
Black rosex1
Stardustx2
Thought rulerx2
Red dragonx1
Colossal fighterx1
Deck
DADx1
Gorzx1
Caiusx1
Chaos sorcererx2
Cyber dragonx1
Necrofacex2
Dimensional alchemisx3
Gren Majux2
Blackwing galex1
Sanganx1
DDRx2
Soul releasex1
Allure of darknessx2
Book of moonx2
Scapegoatx1
Smashing groundx1
Fissurex1
Brain controlx1
Mstx1
Giant trunadex1
Heavy stormx1
DD dynamitex2
Return from the different dimensionx1
Bottomlessx2
Threatening roarx2
Wabokux1
Callx1
Trapdustshootx1
Torrentialx1
I don't have gold sarc or cyber valley but I think I need them. Please rate comment
Answer :
do get gold sarcophagus. If you use it with necro face, used with soul absorbition. You can gain tons of lifepoints.
After that DD dynamite can damage your opponet big time afterwards.
But then again those are suggestions for this side deck since people hhave macro decks.
I noticed you have 15 monsters. Add more to even out the balance.add someone like marshmallon or 2 arcana force 0 the fool. Good for stalling for some cards. It will also had more light monsters for chaos sorcerer
Answer :
get skull lair it works so awesome with necroface
This is the beginning of a story I have to write for school. It is supposed to be historical and about the sea. I am 12. What do you think? Please be very honest when commenting - I'm not afraid of criticism! How can I improve it? Would you enjoy reading this or is it boring? Thank you very much!
How many victims have you slaughtered like this? Your ghostly fingers pushed me away so ruthlessly, a hunger in your eyes as though this is what you live for. As though this is the remedy for all the patched-up hurt inside you. As though you want more, and more and more. You just want more and more unwitting people to mindlessly massacre, to sacrifice to the sea.
You prised me away from the jagged rock I was clinging to. Now I am almost wholly submerged in the black water, which glints ominously like light on the blade of a knife. I can no longer see you. I can no longer see anything. I am shrouded in a veil of darkness, which I cannot escape from. Desperately I tell my legs to move but they won’t listen. I have done the panicking and the kicking and the frantic calls for help and they have taken their toll. I have not much time left.
My muscles are being relentlessly gnawed at by icily cold teeth, while water seeps through my clothes and trickles down into my boots, making them feel like lead blocks weighing me down. The wind swipes my face, as it whispers its undecipherable language, trailing invisible fingers through the water and stirring up white horses. A wave is slowly rising above me, ready to leap on top of me, and smother me in a deadly blanket. That’s what will kill me.
I’m going to die. But somehow I don’t mind. My life was meaningless the moment you pushed me away. You and your alluring chestnut eyes. Goodbye beautiful moon. Goodbye almighty sea. I brace myself for the towering wave. All I can say now is, please God, make it quick.
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I had never thought much of the sea. But by the end of my story I believe I came to love it. It was a treacherous journey and in the end was my undoing. However it was also an amazing story – a dark, horrendous story and for this I am willing to share it with you.
For fifteen years, or thereabouts, I lived in Kent, running a small surgery and I was very happy. Many wondered why I had not married yet and I had no answer for the few that asked. So I was on my way to becoming an old man, at nearly forty, but I felt as though I was still waiting for my life to begin. That feeling had been haunting me for some time, but then the letter arrived in the post. Who would have thought that that small, insignificant scrap of paper could change my life forever? I certainly suspected nothing as I broke open the red seal and took out the letter.
I saw my name printed first: To Hugh Norris. It was from the Royal Navy, the last thing I would have expected; I thought that maybe they had sent it to the wrong person. Then I read further... They required me on the HMS Triumphant, one of Nelson’s ships, soon to go into battle with the French, to be the ship surgeon. I was speechless. It offered no reasons, no explanations, nothing but orders. As I put the letter down, my mind suddenly overflowed with questions, the initial shock behind me. Why me? I have no experience of the sea, live ages away from Portsmouth (where the ships are docked) and am a mere surgery owner. To this day I am none the wiser. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a great sense of sadness. It surged through me as I realized just how much I would miss this humble life of mine. How much I would miss this surgery. It was small but cosy and I loved it. A lone tear meandered down my cheek but I promptly brushed it away. ‘Pull yourself together, Hugh’ I told myself.
In a week’s time, I was locking the mahogany door for the last time. Mahogany’s my favourite wood: I love its dark reddish-brown colour. I hauled my heavy suitcase onto the carriage and set off, the rhythmic beating of the horses’ hooves on the road soon lulling me to sleep.