The Two Sides of Myachi

by Shogun

There are two sides to Myachi I believe. One side is probably more exciting than the other, depending on what type of Maniac you are, but never the less, each side has its perks. One side takes skill, practice and determination, while the other takes love for the game, memories, love and a little bit of money. 

Hopefully you know what I am talking about; jamming and collecting. I myself am not only a jammer, but a collector. My collection is slowly expanding, now including a Punk Pink Leopard and a Bengal Tiger (as I am a big fan of animal prints), as well as some personal unique sacks, like a Silver Bullet signed by Rush of Fools, a Christian band that played at Centrifuge and Exfuge, a Church Camp I went to last week. Collecting has really gotten me into the game, which is why I chose to focus on it in this blog post.

We all got into the game some way or another. I was introduced about 4 years ago momentarily, but really got into the game about 5 months ago. I remember my first sack, a Gang Green, and how I lost it in school one day (or someone stole it). I can remember having 4 or 5 sacks taken from me in class, only to be returned once the lesson was over. Coincidentally, these sacks have remained in my collection, never to be jammed with again, simply because they have sentimental value to me. Frankly, I would consider my Silver Bullet more valuable than the Guatemalan Wallet, simple because it means something to me, rather than having a rare value or fiscal properties. My love for the game also brings my love of memories IN the game, which is what got me into collecting sacks.

Obviously in collecting, there are some sacks you just get because they're rare. My favorite sack, and one I have never had, is a Blue Fish. Its slick design and cool texture brings a fun feel to itself, but is also one of the rarest sacks ever to be made. Some sacks sell online for over $200, which may seem unreal to people like me, but it is exciting to wonder what my Houndstooth or Six Flags would be worth someday as they get more rare and a lot older. I look at Myachis the same way people look at model cars, they are fun to play with when you're young, and awesome to collect as you get older because money comes into the picture.

I, at 17, have began to consider the fiscal side of Myachi like an economy, but have always kept my love for jamming. It is possible to be a collector and a jammer, and although I am just beginning as both of those, I think I am a prime example of the validity of a dual-purpose Maniac. I encourage everyone to trade, buy and sell sacks, simply to spread the word and spread the excitement. My Zoot Suit may not be a super-rare myachi, but I like to jam with it and my friends like the look of it. My Forum Sack is an amazing jammer I'm sure, but will remain in its diaper because it is a collectible. One day, I'll have people asking me for good jammers and collectibles, which is amazing. One day, we'll all be the New Elders of the game, teaching others the new tricks and telling stories about our sacks.

I say all that to say this: Save your sacks or trade them. Don't give up on the game. There are 2 sides to being a Maniac and part of it is keeping the tradition going. We all play a crucial role in the game and every member is special in his or her own way. Always remember to STWAKOJ, but also KTDG: Keep the Tradition Going.

My Myachi Family

by Prophet

For many, Myachi is a game. It’s something to do when they are bored, or something to pick up every once in a while when they think of it. For others it’s about collections, having the un-latest and greatest Myachis, or about the envy they get to watch when someone witnesses their collection.

But for the most dedicated myachi maniacs, myachi isn’t about who can stick the greatest tricks, or who’s collection would net the most on Ebay. It’s about the friends. It’s about the journey, and every single person that helps you on your path, and every single person that you help along their path.

For many, Myachi isn’t a game of you doing the best you can possibly do. It’s about showing others what the best they can possibly do looks like. It’s not about proving your good at something to someone. It’s about proving that they are good at something to them. It’s about showing them “You are amazing.” It’s about making friends. That’s all myachi is; a way to make friends.

Of all the toys, sports, and hobbies I’ve seen, very few could bring as many people together as Myachi does. For every maniac, new and old, collector or jammer, hard core enthusiast or part-time supporter, Myachi is a string that ties us together. The Myachi community is a close knit family. We support one another. We encourage one another. We are one of the most amazing groups of fanatics I have ever witnessed.

No matter what background we are from, we are together. You’re never truly alone if you’re a part of the Myachi community. I am honored to be a part of this loving, giving, and truly wonderful family. We all are.

Spreading the Word,No Matter How Hard It Is

by Jonathan Reynolds

Now believe me when I say that I love to spread the word about Myachi whenever and wherever I get the chance, and I am sure you all do to, but there are times when people are a little reluctant when the words Hand and Sack are used together.

I recently went on a camping trip with a few of my friends, all of whom are NOT into myachi which saddens me to say, and I brought along with me, of course, a Myachi. Not just any Myachi though, it was my super yummy “The General”. Now camping is fun and all, but after about one day of doing “Camping things”, I just had to pull out my General and start jamming.

At first my friends started to laugh and ask me what exactly I was doing and, of course, what I was doing it with. As you can see I had the perfect STWAKOJ moment laid before me. So of course I told them what I was doing (The exact trick was a simple cold fusion) and I told them that I was doing it with a Myachi Original Hand Sack. Now as I mentioned earlier, using Hand and Sack together isn’t a good idea around immature teenage boys, and they just started to laugh.

And the laughing continued….until I started showing them some pretty awesome tricks. Though the laughing had stopped, they still were looking at me like I was a maniac. Then I hit a daredevil. A trick I hit quite often, but they were amazed by it. Instantly one of my friends got up, walked over to me, and asked if he could try. It was pretty awesome that one of my friends, who just a few minutes before was laughing at me, now wanted to try it, but what was even more awesome was that he hit a daredevil in his first three tries, and his face just lit up!!

Now of course I felt pretty successful that I got one of my friends up and jamming with me, but what really made it a success was when, one by one, the rest of my friends came to join. But not only did we jam that day, we jammed every day the rest of the week!  It felt great, and though spreading the word and getting my friends to join was hard, it was definitely worth it.

Spread the Word and Keep on Jammin….No matter how hard it might be.