Micas Savage Tamaño YGO

Nuestras micas SAVAGE están diseñadas para darte un excelente juego y durabilidad, nuestra meta es volvernos parte indispensable de tus TCGs, y esperamos que puedas disfrutar de todos nuestros productos.

La caja cuenta con 60 micas tamaño YGO, con acabado mate. listas para juegos casuales y torneos.

¿Qué nos hace especiales?

En nuestra empresa, somos jugadores apasionados antes que vendedores. Entendemos la importancia de proteger tus cartas al igual que tu economia, ya que esto es algo que valoramos tanto como tú.

Nuestras micas están hechas con los más altos estándares de calidad. Utilizamos materiales resistentes que protegen tus cartas de rasguños, dobleces y daños por el desgaste del uso constante. 

Nos enorgullecemos de ofrecer un diseño único , inspirado en la necesidad de la comunidad, de tener un producto de calidad y a un precio accesible ya que no somos solo una marca, somos parte de una comunidad apasionada de jugadores. 

Es por esto que entendemos que cada jugador es único, y nos esforsamos en traerles una amplia gama de colores vibrantes que busca satisfacer todos los gustos y necesidades.

Estamos comprometidos a escuchar tus comentarios y mejorar constantemente nuestros productos para brindarte la mejor experiencia de juego posible. buscaremos responder a todas tus preguntas y resolver cualquier situacion que se presente de la mejor forma posible. 

Nos enorgullece ser una marca mexicana, y nos esforzamos por representar lo mejor de nuestra cultura en cada producto que ofrecemos. Al elegirnos, estás apoyando a una empresa local y contribuyendo al crecimiento de la industria de los juegos en México.

Esperamos y te guste la historia de Savage:

The Town of Willow Creek was always known for its peacefulness, nestled in the quiet embrace of the surrounding forest. Its cobblestone streets and quaint cottages painted a picturesque scene that attracted visitors from far and wide. But one fateful day, the tranquility of Willow Creek was shattered by an event no one could have predicted.

In the heart of the town square, where children played and vendors sold their wares, a monstrous hand erupted from the ground. It towered over the buildings, casting a sinister shadow that sent shivers down the spines of the townspeople.

That day a savage Hand appeared in the middle of the town square. It was large, with long, sharp claws and a slimy, green skin. The townspeople were terrified and tried to run away, but the hand seemed to be following them. No matter how far they ran, the hand was always there, reaching out for them.

As the panicked townspeople of Willow Creek fled in terror, the savage hand continued its relentless pursuit, its claws slashing through the air like daggers. Mothers clutched their children close, fathers shouted desperate prayers to the heavens, and the once-peaceful town descended into chaos.

Desperate for salvation, the townspeople turned to their elders for guidance. The village sage, an ancient wise woman named Elara, spoke of an ancient legend passed down through generations.

According to the legend, the hand belonged to a vengeful spirit that had been awakened by the greed and corruption of the townspeople. It sought retribution for the sins of the past, and would not rest until it had claimed its victims.

Despite their best efforts, the townspeople could not find a way to appease the vengeful spirit that controlled the savage hand. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the relentless pursuit took its toll on the once-thriving community.

Families were torn apart as loved ones fell victim to the savage hand’s merciless grasp. Homes lay in ruins, their inhabitants forced to wander the desolate streets in search of safety. The laughter of children was replaced by the anguished cries of the wounded, and the once-bustling town square became a haunting reminder of the horrors that had befallen Willow Creek.

In the end, the town that had been known for its peacefulness became little more than a ghostly shell of its former self. The cobblestone streets were overgrown with weeds, and the quaint cottages stood as silent witnesses to the tragedy that had unfolded.