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Merchandise

recent Yu-Gi-Oh Merchandise:

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelist Kingdom Chibi Game Mat (Released August 2015)
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Chibi Card Case (Single Deck Case) (Release ~September 2015)
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Coming soon: Chibi Sleeves

Please not that the mentioned Amazon Links are only examples. It is still recommended to look around a bit, if you find a cheaper exemplar.
If you need help finding anything, feel free to ask :) I’m a merchandise collector myself, so I gathered some experience already.

The desert stretched out for many miles, the nearest cities or towns or even settlements not visible from where they stood, and immense sand dunes defined the landscape. Bonnibel could almost see the shapes of the long-buried ruins there. Of the first civilization known to history, or more recent try at society that just hadn’t made it; there were many of those, too many to fit into the books. Counting them was like finding all the bodies of forgotten soldiers marched to their doom in wars no one remembered anymore.

It was sad, and it was the way of the chaotic and brutal world they lived in. Everything changed all the time, and it enforced a curious sort of stasis; there was nothing stable, nothing permanent, and so there wasn’t really anything that really changed in a meaningful way. No markers to determine how things used to be. Like standing in sand and getting covered in it.

Bonnibel wasn’t sure why this sort of thing bothered her. Marcy told her all the time that this kind of intensity really wasn’t good for her. ‘You’re a kid’, she said. ’Chill out already. Also dig up some of that garbage there, I think I saw an unopened can of dragon meats!’

So now Bonnibel, standing alone with Finn while Marceline had wandered off to do… whatever it was she did when she wanted to be alone, dragged a hand along the edge of an stairway so ancient that thinking about it made her feel small and brief and humiliatingly transitory.

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