For the love of it

For the love of it.

 

There are a lot of collectable cards out there.  Ones that are based on old TV shows, some that have shows made around them. Some have games attached to them and can be as simple as who’s got the biggest stat to ones that need a small library of books to understand. Yeah there are all kinds.

Something a lot of people do, if there cards based on a live action show or on real people, is get them to sign the card. In one game based on some old sci-fi show if you get the actor to sign it then it gets new abilities. But mostly it’s just to do with bragging rights.

Ninety nine per cent of the time most are more than happy to sign pretty much anything put in front of them. Including, or should that be especially, body parts. I’ve seen many a young lady coming away from meeting a star with a boob signed. But I’m digressing.

You see I’m into superhero cards. I’ve got a mint condition Rayne Cloud card, she never signs. A signed Steeldude card. But to be honest almost everyone has one of them. The guys all ways happy  to sign things, and he’s kind of in love with himself.

No, the big name supers are easy to get. There forever turning up at big events. It’s the lesser known ones, that’s where the true connoisseur finds what he’s after.   A lot of people throw them out when they open a pack and find one in it. They don’t understand that it’s because there not big names that their so hard to find.

Last week I met a guy that was selling a Star Spangled and banner (the boy wonder) card. He only wanted five bucks for it. He almost ran from the shop like he’d just ripped me off. Thing is; only a week ago one went for almost six hundred.

Get it signed and you can triple it.

But I was after something much bigger. A card that was so rare I’d only seen battered up, used, ones. Which is why, wearing latex gloves, I slipped a just out of packet Orgasma card into an acid free protector sleeve. I glanced over at the seller, a thin smile crossing my face.

I knew he would like the replica Raptorette claw. It was a good trade. The half dozen figurines he had of her in various poses on his shelf told me he liked her.

It was a shame the claw was on longer in mint condition. Being that it was covered in his blood and sticking out of his chest and all. 

Picking up a brush I dipped it in the red stuff and started to write on the wall.

Orgasma, noon next Monday the corner of nineteenth and Wayne. Come alone.

Well, I needed to get the card signed didn’t I?