Reviews (2,720)Awesome givvy! thank you! I actually got cards I wanted! Yay Holo escaped the Nursing Home to hand deliver me my Package. OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHH Awesome stream, and one of my favs. Cards were great. Happy! 🔥🔥🔥 10 cards 1 money for the WIN 🏆
BRILLIANT
PERFECTLY GOOD PITCH 👌🏽
All cards were perfectly snug in the sleeve 🤗 This package was neat and all but at what cost…..at what cost…. Awesome human. Mediocre card ripper. Finally pulled something decent when I told him the pack was for my kid. Sad that he won’t just
Pull hits for his normal loyal customers. I think I love this man. Get more cards from this guy. Just an all around gem of a streamer Great streamer with awesome communication and inventory
Thank you for the clean cards gotta love the guy, he's super rich but helps out the Lil guy, he blessed me again, got me all choked up 😢 😭, gotta love holos Absolutely amazing seller, genuine guy with genuine deals!! 10/10 highly recommend, BOOKMARK ALL FUTURE SHOWS!! WAR JOURNAL: DAY 114
Location: Interstellar Airspace Above the Storefront
The collision was magnificent. As the Ostrich Mothership impacted your shop's hyper-dense shrink-wrap atmospheric barrier, the cybernetic hummingbirds exploded into glitter. I executed a tactical combat roll directly through your chimney, landing gracefully on a pile of bubble wrap.
Earth is a giant nesting ground, but your storefront stands as the last bastion of humanity. The alpha flamingo escaped the industrial microwave and has mutated into a 50-foot, Godzilla-sized radioactive waterfowl. He is currently using the Eiffel Tower as a scratching post and is marching this way.
Armed with your latest shipment of pristine holographic cards, I am channeling their raw, unfiltered shiny energy to power an orbital defense laser. If we don’t blind him with the reflective foil within ninety seconds, we will all be turned into birdseed.
Hold the line, Holos! I need immediate bubble wrap reinforcements!
Your Kabuto Came in in great condition So happy with my purchase. Super fast shipping and packaged with care WAR JOURNAL: DAY 113
Location: Flight Deck, The Ostrich Mothership
The egg launched, the door exploded, but my demise was greatly exaggerated. In the final millisecond, the radioactive Holos card in my pocket emitted a tachyon pulse, swapping my molecular structure with Corporal Higgins. He is now a feather-boa-wearing chicken in a cage, while I was teleported aboard the secret avian sky fortress.
The mutation blast wave is enveloping Earth, transforming continents into nesting grounds. The human resistance is scattering. Armed with a stolen laser pointer and a grappling hook made from high-tensile packaging tape, I have hijacked the bridge of their flagship.I’ve locked the alpha flamingo in the ship's industrial microwave, but a swarm of cybernetic hummingbirds is currently chewing through the cockpit glass.
Holos, if you hear this, I am steering the entire mothership directly toward your storefront to use it as a shield. Prepare the defenses— I hope he is better at his day job than he is at ripping cards. I now have him rip packs for me just to hear the remorse in his voice. He definitely feels worse about it than I do.
He’s such a nice guy, I imagine he sells someone a car and then apologizes to them when they find out it’s a Lincoln and not a Mercedes. WAR JOURNAL: DAY 112
Location: Inside the Belly of a Trojan Flamingo
The situation has dissolved into complete, unhinged pandemonium. The defenses are gone. I have covered myself in peanut butter and tactical foliage to blend in with the enemy rank and file.
The geese have established a totalitarian regime, forcing the surviving golden retrievers to operate leaf-blower production lines. The air is thick with the scent of birdseed and pure betrayal. Corporal Higgins has defected; I just saw him in a feather boa, aggressively saluting the alpha flamingo.
Armed with nothing but a broken toaster and a single, radioactive holographic card from Holos, I have successfully infiltrated their primary command center. I am staring at the launch button for their ultimate weapon: an egg designed to permanently mutate humanity into flightless poultry.
My finger is on the trigger. A sniper stork has just locked onto my eyeball. The door is bursting open.
If this is my end—Holos, remember me— Best streamer on the platform. Great guy, great vibes, not so great luck with ripping packs, but that’s ok. You can tell he feels bad when he rips duds for you. WAR JOURNAL: DAY 104
Location: Shattered Remains of the Koi Pond
The day grows shorter, the defenses are waning, and our barricades are completely compromised. The alpha flamingo has deployed a vanguard of heavily armored geese wielding tactical leaf blowers. The golden retrievers have retreated to the high ground, our ostrich cavalry is out of ammunition, and the avian forces are set to take absolute control of the sector within the hour.
The holographic shield powered by the last batch of cards is flickering out. We cannot hold the line much longer against this feathered nightmare.
Holos, if you receive this transmission, we desperately require immediate heavy reinforcements. Send backup to the coordinates I’ve included immediately, or the frontline falls.
27.12° S, 109.35° W
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