The writing was on the wall. If you'd been playing a couple years at that point, and were smart, you could see where it was going. Then you had a choice: Keep investing in beanie babies with a pretty okay game behind it (that they were clearly going to fuck with, forever) or jump ship. I jumped, found other shit to do and other places to put my money.

Somewhere in a drawer in a bureau in a shed I've still got some old beta, unlimited, dark, arabian, legends, unlimited, and 3rd edition cards knocking around. Don't even care what they're worth, they're the kids' problem eventually. For my money you can tear up a Chaos Orb and sprinkle that shit over the whole goddamn company.