But not that bad IMO :/
Just look at home japan does it..
The problem is that they print too much trash as rares, why do they have to take 2 starter halfdecks and make basicallxy every card from those a rare? Why do they put LvX in the boosters despite them being printed in tins, making them worthless secret rares? Why do they trash our sets with pikachus etc? Look at how japan does it...
If we had those boosters I would have no problem with price distribution but 4 boosters equals nothing when you get our boosters, unless you're really lucky...
you're assuming OP has any say in what gets printed/reprinted/rarity. i'm pretty confident that they don't...
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He never once mentions a company's name in that post. The only point he brings up that could be even remotely taken as blaming POP for the rarity issues is his last little sentence, and even then, you have to be on a Righteous POP/PUI Holy Defense Train of Justice to interpret it like that.
The point he makes is that PUI (or whatever company initial makes the cards in America) gives us crappy packs with stupid rares. It's not much worse to give the ten bucks to the "homeless guy" who makes $500/day by holding a cardboard sign on the corner of Market and Lancaster. At least then you'll feel goodish about yourself and think you'll go to heaven.
And don't try to defend Pokemon with that stupid "Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it" argument, either. Contrary to what you might think, nobody respects anyone who uses that argument. When I was 3, I hated it when my mom would use such a fallacious stance. I'm now 3 + 19, and I still despise that cop-out argument. As stated previously, we want awesome prize support like YGO and Magic gives their kids. They spoil their little munchkins rotten. We wanna be spoiled, too.
Think of it like this: PUI (or whoever) is our mommy. We LOVE our mommy (a lot). She lets us play and she gives us free stuff. Mommy is frickin sweet. But suddenly, Mommy doesn't give us as much stuff and doesn't seem as attentive to our needs, and instead of sitting us down and explaining all this (in a nice way) to our crying little heads, she has our teachers and camp counselors try to explain it to us, and they fail
miserably. Then, a while later, we get even less free stuff, and the things we DO get are all worn-out, diluted hand-me-downs from the handsome Japanese foreign exchange student next door. Mommy continues to remain silent about the whole thing, and now the teachers and camp counselors are bawling us out and calling us sick, greedy, evil, demonic, and all that stuff. That's pretty much where we are at right now.
