The Legendary Origin of ScreamNChicken and Adley35: A Heart-Wrenching, Totally Made-Up Tale of Card-Rippin' Glory

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away—in fact, it was your living room, if we're being honest—ScreamNChicken was mindlessly scrolling through the vast, chaotic internet, looking for his next big thrill. He was no stranger to the darker corners of the web, where chaos reigned, and sanity was nothing more than a distant memory. That’s when he stumbled upon a shiny little gem: Whatnot, a marketplace where heroes were made and dreams were crushed with the flick of a card pack.

It was there, amongst the raucous shuffle of users, that he saw a name that would change his life forever: Adley35. The man, the myth, the legend — a guy who lived and breathed Orioles baseball, who probably hated the Yankees more than ScreamNChicken hated responsibility. Adley35 wasn’t just some random guy peddling cards like the rest of them. No, this dude was different. He had a passion for baseball cards and a hatred for overpriced packs that seemed to drain the soul from the common man. His mission was simple: to make the hobby accessible to the working-class hero — the true blue-collar collectors who weren’t interested in flipping cards for a yacht but wanted to rip open packs just for the thrill.

ScreamNChicken, in all his wild, unhinged glory, knew immediately that this was a match made in chaos. He slid into Adley35’s stream with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball, shouting something like, "Yo, Adley, I don’t know you, but I already wanna rip my soul apart with you. Let’s break some packs like we’ve got nothing to lose!"

Now, most people would have been put off by the insanity that is ScreamNChicken. But Adley35? He was no ordinary man. He wasn’t here to play it safe or stick to the status quo. This was a man who had ripped countless packs and endured years of Orioles misery, never backing down from the grind. So when he saw the craziness that was ScreamNChicken, he thought, "Hell yeah, let’s do this."

And that, my friends, is how the two unlikely heroes of the card world came together — not for fame, not for fortune, but for one singular, soul-shattering purpose: to rip cards together at EXTREMELY FAIR PRICES for the people who really mattered: the blue-collar collectors who didn’t have a trust fund to blow on overpriced hobby boxes.

They joined forces, setting up their own stream where packs flew like missiles, chaos was the name of the game, and every trade was a blood oath. The duo quickly became a force to be reckoned with. Whether it was a low-priced break that allowed folks to actually get in on the action without selling a kidney, or them yelling at the top of their lungs about some Yankees player they deemed “Shrek” (because, honestly, that guy looked like an ogre), they carved out a niche for themselves as the true voice of the people.

Together, Adley35 and ScreamNChicken built an empire where baseball cards weren’t just a hobby; they were a fist-pumping rebellion against the overpriced nonsense and elitism that plagues the hobby world. They laughed, they cried, they screamed, and they pulled fire — but most importantly, they made sure that no one, no matter their budget, ever felt like they were too far outside the loop to get in on the fun.

And that’s how the legends of ScreamNChicken and Adley35 were born — two men who didn’t need fancy equipment, million-dollar breaks, or overpriced packs to have a blast. All they needed was each other, a mutual love for ripping cards, and a burning hatred for anyone who ever told them they couldn’t have a good time at a fair price.

The End. Or is it?

(Probably not, because let’s be real — this is just getting started.) 🦀🔥