
I’ve started turning Nova Scotia into a collectible card universe.Not the scenic postcard version. The real one.The one where seagulls operate like organized crime.
Where the ocean waits patiently for overconfident tourists.
Where mud has a body count.
Where Frenchy’s is both thrift store and destiny.
Where someone’s straight-piped Civic can be heard three postal codes away and that’s just… culture.Each card is a hyper-local myth. A warning. A behaviour. A shared memory that makes you go, “oh god, that’s us.”So far the deck includes:* New Minas Lot Gull – fries are never yours.
* Black Rocks Walkers – the sea collects eventually.
* Ghost Ship of Northumberland Strait – maritime commitment issues.
* Lobster Mobster – crustacean authority.
* Fundy Mud – vertical becomes horizontal.
* Potholes – infrastructure as personality.
* Frenchy’s Couture – fashion found you.
* Area 902 – someone definitely saw something.
* Straight Pipe Scholar – Valley acoustic research division.The art is simple. Bold lines. No drama. One symbol per card. If you know, you know.It’s not parody. It’s documentation.Nova Scotia isn’t a place. It’s a set of conditions.And now it’s collectible.
Card Back Concept

Black Rock Walkers Concept Art
