I say that life's a game but its not one most play in fact most get played, yeah life is serious there are grand stakes you get one life and yet you either play or get played. I come form a poor house in an already poor area, most that start from this position locally end up in jail or dead. I dont even have a parking ticket and own my own house starting from nothing. Not only from construction (my job) I have figured out many people just accept prices and will stop at nothing to get what they want to purchase (if they can afford it). While in the past I would sell concrete for much more than its worth in my opinion and sell electronics and small vehicles like mopeds dirt bikes ect. Hype and popularity combined with scarcity usually will give you the best ROI ( Return On Investment).
This is what splinter lands assets poses though less valuable its all about the profit margin for me the ROI. if its to little then increase the scale at which your selling, The WAX https://wax.atomichub.io/ has doubled my market while decreasing competitive offers. this being said the opposite is possible to use to your advantage to simply under cut the competition (like construction) take a monetary loss if you must just keep the money moving.
This is why I say life is a game
Releasing my own NFTs
Not exactly the right area for the subject matter of these collectibles, Its a certain smokable substance that is decriminalized where I live. For more info try this post https://weedcash.network/hive-195708/@chubb149/wax-liquidizer-cbd-recipe-wax. So what the hell does this have to do with splinterlands, that's simple really I'm building the account reputation by selling splinterlands NFTs. This is to avoid mistakes I made last time I tried this sort of thing, building a decent history is something I didn't account for so I'm adjusting my tactic.
Flipping packs of cards
You can get sticker price for the untamed packs bought from the hive engine on the WAX https://wax.atomichub.io/ this and land plots that my mystery potions generated, 3 so far I'll start selling on https://wax.atomichub.io/. You could also take advantage of these market differences.
Good things come to those who wait, post your prices you think are fair and leave it the market will do the rest it might take a week a month but eventually my sales all happened. This is a real life skill that translates well to any market really as long as there are people in the market some one will think they found a deal eventually.
My legendary/gold updates
I have been re rolling proceeds from my sales it does better then you would suspect, Dice untamed packs and most importantly Quest and mystery potions.
these can generate the most money in my experience, is every day a winner no but I win much more than I loose since I started using potions. I get mentioned in this post https://peakd.com/@splinterstats/mystery-potions-rewards-22-2-2021 I automatically know its a good prize today. I get mentioned like 5 times a week minimum.
this is just todays mentions
I like the lore of these characters so I try to add their lore when I'm able, of the new legendries I have gotten.
Since the magic of Dragons has dwindled through the ages, the magic of the Dragonfolk usually needs to be enhanced and supported in some way. A Gloridax Magus uses many tools for their spell-casting, from stones and orbs to Dragonglass and elaborate magic amplification machines.
SCARRED LLAMA MAGE
The appearance of Crystal Werewolves around Shimmer City has caused problems far greater than the disappearance of livestock. The wisest say that deep crystal mining has prodded and awakened ancient magics by which even the Ancient Ones are mystified.
The greatest loss from the wolves’ rampages has undoubtedly been the Llama Elect. They were once a proud and plentiful people that grazed the open grasslands of Khymeria. The Elect were incredibly skilled in Rainbow Magic, and sadly, many of their secrets and spells perished with the Llamas.
Thanks to the bravery of a young Llama Mage named Korina, many of the Elect were spared, but they are now living in caves of the Khymian Mountains, hunted by the Crystal Werewolves. For Korina, life would never be the same after that one fateful day.
When the Werewolves attacked, it was a clear and calm night; the Llama Elect were reclining in the soft grasses beneath the light of a blue moon. They came from several directions, and they were after Llama blood. All the shield spells, defenses, and heals of the Llama Mages were no match that day for the Werewolves. The elders took the front line, so they were the first to fall.
Korina led the tribe away quietly as the elder Elect perished one by one defending their own. When finally the wolves came for the tribe, Korina summoned a mighty rainbow that blinded and disoriented the Werewolves, allowing the tribe enough crucial moments to find the safety of a cave. She saw her friends and family find the safety of the cave, and a great load was lifted off her back. Korina knew what she had to do.
To her left was the safety of the cave. To her right was the great Gap of Evala. If she did not lead the wolves away from the cave, her people would be discovered and lost. In a flash of bright resolve, Korina took off in a full, noisy gallop toward the Gap of Evala.
The Wolves were close on her tail. She could hear their snarling. Korina hadn’t a plan, but with every step that grew between her and those she was desperate to protect, the smile on her face widened. They would make it, but Korina would have to sacrifice herself.
The great Gap of Evala was so close now that Corina could smell the Ocean below. The Crystal Werewolves nearly had her, but she knew she would first reach the cliff. As they snapped and lunged for her haunches, Korina took a final majestic leap into the open sky. The wolves followed her, yelping and scrambling at the rocks, but Korina slipped into a meditative trance, as prescribed by the lost sacred texts of her people. This was the end.
But it wasn’t. Korina awoke after the passage of some time to find herself in a strange wood. Unlike the Crystal Forest of home, this forest seemed to be completely alive, curiously watching her with every atom of its existence. As she sat up and looked about, Korina could make out a faint conversation a ways off, like two parents striving not to disturb a child’s slumber.
Korina snapped a twig, and the conversation abruptly stopped. With a benevolent magical rumble, the ground itself shifted and grew into a mound right in front of her. First, a tiny sprout shot from the new mound. Then a beautiful plant rapidly grew and started to flower. Korina got to her feet and faced what was now a small tree. For some reason, she was not surprised when the tree began to speak.
“You have been unconscious for a fortnight. You are safe here.”
The tree had seamlessly transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had green skin, her hair was twigs and leaves, her dress was made of moss. Korina knew in her heart that this was the Spirit of the Forest herself.
“You certainly are lucky that the Shimmer Dragon was passing by the Gap of Evala in the moment of your… leap of faith,” said the Spirit.
Korina still could not find words. Suddenly a young man appeared from behind a nearby sapling. He was barefoot, wearing a hat and cloak. He carried a long staff. Korina knew this man. Although she doubted he remembered her, she had met the Magi of the Forest at a Shimmer City celebration some years ago.
“I doubt that luck had anything to do with this,” chuckled the Magi as he casually smoked a pipe. The Spirit and the Magi then exchanged a glance that suggested they knew more than they were letting on.
Korina brought a hoof to her face, feeling new scar tissue. What was this wound?
The Magi could tell what Korina was thinking. “You landed upon the back of the Shimmer Dragon, who brought you here in safety. You are in the Hungry Wood of Anumun, the most secure place in the entire world. On the Shimmer Dragon’s back, there is a small area called the Shimpatch. They say this protected area is brighter than the sun, and infused with incredible magic. This is where you landed, Korina. You made direct contact with the Dragon’s Shimpatch.”The Spirit of the Forest spoke: “You will be scarred for the rest of your life, but now the limits of your power are entirely unknown. You may be capable of truly amazing things to unite the Splinterlands.”
“How do you know my name?” Korina finally asked of both the Spirit and the Magi.
After another long and knowing glance between the elders, the Spirit of the Forest became a tree again and wrapped the young Llama in a loving embrace. “We know many things. All in time. Rest now.”
Korina felt more comfortable here than she had ever felt in the Life Splinter. She hoped and longed for the safety of her tribe, but knew that she had a new destiny now. Korina drifted off into peaceful slumber.
Wow one interesting llama
check out the lore of it all here