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The fire burns brightly today.
It burns as brightly as it has all these years gone, and most likely it will continue burning for years to come. There is significance in these flames. They are a symbol of passion, the burning fighting spirit of a warrior. They have been with me for years, and I have become a master of these flames. They and the weapons they envelop are my strength. My bond is with these flames; I am their master, they my strength.
Like all strengths, there are limits. I know my own limits and, with help, I can overcome those limits and achieve great strengths. That is the way of every warrior; to become even stronger, to remove their weaknesses and strive for greatness. I harboured those dreams, nurtured them and watched them get stronger as they spurred me on. My power was considerable, respectable. People would use my strength and see me devastate armies. Very few had the potential to breach my blazing shield; only the most powerful of creatures, warriors and magicians could ever hope to get past it.
Now, though, there is nothing but emptiness.
The fire remains, but it has no enemies to consume. It burns away, shrouding the sword and shield that have protected me for so long, with no more purpose. No objective, no target, nothing to do any more. It can't understand why it's been left to its own devices, in much the same manner as I find my own abandonment so hard to swallow. There are limits to power, and my own are clear; but at the same time, I offered what I could and did my job simply and effectively. That was all there was to it in my day. Now there are all sorts of gimmicks around, and fancy tricks that belie a seeming lack of power. It's changed so much, and those of my ilk no longer serve our duty. We simply sit by, watching the world go by, waiting for someone to discover our service again.
And on one day, out of nowhere, I am called into service. Old companions from days gone by were called alongside me. Our power may not be great, but together we put up the best fight we can. I do regret to say that it's often a losing fight, but we go down with plenty of fight and make people take notice. And sometimes we triumph, and take great pride in our victory... for we know we can still match it with the big guns, with a bit of help.
The fire burns brightly today, and my fighting spirit burns with it... for I am the knight who wields the flaming shield. The one they call the Flame Champion. And thanks to the efforts of one, my fire will never die.
It burns as brightly as it has all these years gone, and most likely it will continue burning for years to come. There is significance in these flames. They are a symbol of passion, the burning fighting spirit of a warrior. They have been with me for years, and I have become a master of these flames. They and the weapons they envelop are my strength. My bond is with these flames; I am their master, they my strength.
Like all strengths, there are limits. I know my own limits and, with help, I can overcome those limits and achieve great strengths. That is the way of every warrior; to become even stronger, to remove their weaknesses and strive for greatness. I harboured those dreams, nurtured them and watched them get stronger as they spurred me on. My power was considerable, respectable. People would use my strength and see me devastate armies. Very few had the potential to breach my blazing shield; only the most powerful of creatures, warriors and magicians could ever hope to get past it.
Now, though, there is nothing but emptiness.
The fire remains, but it has no enemies to consume. It burns away, shrouding the sword and shield that have protected me for so long, with no more purpose. No objective, no target, nothing to do any more. It can't understand why it's been left to its own devices, in much the same manner as I find my own abandonment so hard to swallow. There are limits to power, and my own are clear; but at the same time, I offered what I could and did my job simply and effectively. That was all there was to it in my day. Now there are all sorts of gimmicks around, and fancy tricks that belie a seeming lack of power. It's changed so much, and those of my ilk no longer serve our duty. We simply sit by, watching the world go by, waiting for someone to discover our service again.
And on one day, out of nowhere, I am called into service. Old companions from days gone by were called alongside me. Our power may not be great, but together we put up the best fight we can. I do regret to say that it's often a losing fight, but we go down with plenty of fight and make people take notice. And sometimes we triumph, and take great pride in our victory... for we know we can still match it with the big guns, with a bit of help.
The fire burns brightly today, and my fighting spirit burns with it... for I am the knight who wields the flaming shield. The one they call the Flame Champion. And thanks to the efforts of one, my fire will never die.
Another YuGiOh Inspiration piece, the little series where I pull out a favourite card from one of my decks and do a little piece relating to that card. This one's a much lighter piece than the Barrel Dragon one.
This time, the monster is Flame Champion, a Level 5/FIRE/Pyro Normal Monster with 1900 ATK and 1300 DEF. From the Pharaoh's Servant set, it is not what you'd call useful in today's game.
However, Flame Champion occupies pride of place as the strongest monster in my 'Heroic Failure' deck, a deck comprised of old Normal Monsters with shoddy ATK and DEF (such as the rather useless Lightning Conger and Sand Stone) and many powerful Spells and Traps. The deck goes down swinging and wins occasionally; this little piece runs through some of Flame Champion's feelings, from having a place to rejection and then being recalled to duty because one duelist felt like making a certain deck and had a place for it.
So please, duelists, remember those classic cards that may not be so useful any more, and honour the duty they conducted when they were fashionable. I'm sure they'll be glad. This particular deck of mine is in their honour.
This time, the monster is Flame Champion, a Level 5/FIRE/Pyro Normal Monster with 1900 ATK and 1300 DEF. From the Pharaoh's Servant set, it is not what you'd call useful in today's game.
However, Flame Champion occupies pride of place as the strongest monster in my 'Heroic Failure' deck, a deck comprised of old Normal Monsters with shoddy ATK and DEF (such as the rather useless Lightning Conger and Sand Stone) and many powerful Spells and Traps. The deck goes down swinging and wins occasionally; this little piece runs through some of Flame Champion's feelings, from having a place to rejection and then being recalled to duty because one duelist felt like making a certain deck and had a place for it.
So please, duelists, remember those classic cards that may not be so useful any more, and honour the duty they conducted when they were fashionable. I'm sure they'll be glad. This particular deck of mine is in their honour.
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