I am involved in this story merely as the supplier of the murder weapon and filming the crime, but here is a nugget from the storyteller himself, via r/MagicTCG on Reddit:
The year is 1995. Dan and his kitchen table D&D group are learning the ins and outs of a game called magic. The group of teenagers don't have a lot of money, but they're visiting a local comic book store and buying stuff hit or miss.
Dan has grown quite fond of this game. He invested $60 in cash and cards into a Mox Ruby. Super proud, he shows it off to his play group. A friend who cannot afford nicer things and doesn't care about the game nearly as much as Dan becomes embittered.
One day, the Dan is playing magic. He draws a card, it is a Repentant Blacksmith with "MOX RUBY" written on it. Confused, he goes through his deck and can't find the real one. He assumes his friend took it and calls him, infuriated. He did take it and told Dan he "shouldn't take this stupid game so seriously." Dan eventually gets his Mox back and the two have remained good friends for years.
Next week, Dan's friend is turning 30. Dan wanted to do something special for him; meaningful. After some trading and bartering this weekend at GP Philadelphia, he achieved his goal.
I submit for your approval:
http://i.imgur.com/FbLlu.jpgThere were lots of cringes. Lots.
*edited for clarity, sorry I am hungover as all hell
To accompany this a few days later, I supplied my copy of the video:
http://youtu.be/pE_PgdznaZUThoughts?