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#7066195 Yugioh the Dark Dimension

Posted by MewMew3 on 04 January 2018 - 09:36 PM

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have many duties to do outside writing, so I must power through the last three odd chapters. Enjoy!

 

Duel 28 – Washing the Past Away

 

 

Maya rose from bed; she got real tired of entering scenes by waking up. It was so lame the author even began a story with her main character waking up from bed. Maya hated being passive like that; that was how Maria should begin a scene. She took her time to explore her room because it was surreal: a hospital room so white it was like a generic afterlife scene in a movie. She noticed an ivee penetrated her arm and punched the port to make sure she was alive. ARGH! She was alive!     

 

Maya wanted nothing more than to leave the hospital right now, but she was still weak, and the doctors would sedate her if she tried a “daring” escape anyway. So she sat down and watched a few channels from the small flat screen TV bolted to the ceiling. “Let’s see what went on in the world while I took a nap.” Maya mumbled to herself, turning on the news.

 

KAIBACORP AND INDUSTRIAL ILLUSSIONS CONTINUE COURT TRIALS

REPORTER 1: “Good morning New Yorkers! I am Dave and this is Susan. We continue our story where Seto Kaiba and Pegasus Crawford, leaders of the two biggest corporate giants of the gaming world, are continuing to undergo a tidal wave of lawsuits following the 13th Battle City World Championship. Their prosecutors, including Amnesty International, the United Nations, and grieving parents of deceased duelists, are charging them with violations of international law and crimes against humanity. Susan, can you fill us in on the details?”

 

REPORTER 2: “Certainly. According to Ali Treki, President of the United Nations General Assembly, Mr. Kaiba and Mr. Pegasus purposefully hosted their tournament in war torn Egypt to generate controversy and boost ratings, a trick commonly performed in reality television. There is nothing quite like a gladiator death match, at least that is what Mr. Kaiba and Mr. Pegasus thought. But was all the death and turmoil in Egypt worth it? We now turn to Hernandez de Istulto, expert economist, President of the Cato Institute, and pioneering investor of BitCoin.”

 

ECONOMIST: “Thank you, Susan. As of now, the exact motives of Mr. Kaiba and Mr. Pegasus are still unknown to us. Their behavior defies any good judgment of rational self-interest. Yes, as you said, they obtained controversy (i.e. attention), boosted ratings, and gained huge widespread appeal from duelists around the world, but at what cost! Surely, such a speculation had too high risk and too little reward.”

 

REPORTER 2: “Do you think their behavior reflects the huge boom and bust of the 2008 economic crisis? They seemed to have so few restrictions on their power, it’s as if they became deluded and thought themselves free of consequences.”

 

ECONOMIST: “No, no, no. A benefit to the corporation benefits the economy. It improves the competitive process that improves the individual and is inherent to such a good economy. Mr. Kaiba and Mr. Pegasus are the best businessmen in their field. It is unlikely they would endanger their businesses so recklessly: it defies rationality.”

 

REPORTER 1: “Thank you for your contribution, de Istulto. Now we turn to Jeremy for an eye-witness account of the trial at hand.”

 

CORRESPONDANT: “Thanks again, Dave. We see a massive crowd of people surrounding the courthouse at this moment. OOF! OUCH! They’re practically bulldozing past me right now. Hey, you there! What brings you to witness this occasion?”

 

PROTESTER: “We are protesting KaibaCorp and Industrial Illusions for their corporate greed and crimes against humanity. Did you know that Kaiba uses slave labor in Taiwan to make duel disks?”

 

CORRESPONDENT: “No, I did not know that. Are any duelists protesting right now?”

 

PROTESTER: “Well, you should know! I am a duelist. Sadly, there are a small number of duelists – they’re the basement-dwelling type – who defends Kaiba and Pegasus. They claim Political Correctness has gone mad and gamers are facing censorship from journalists.”  

 

CORRESPONDENT: “Who are these people?”

 

PROTESTER: “As I said, basement-dwellers. That’s why you’ve never heard of them.”

 

CORRESPONDENT: “So why bother telling me about them?”

 

PROTESTER: “Maybe too much time on the Internet distorts your sense of reality.”

 

CORRESPONDENT: “I’ll say!”

 

REPORTER 1: “There you have it folks, on-the-ground action from Jeremy. He’ll be live in the court house right after this commercial break.”

 

Maya found herself enraptured in the details of these strange events, when a nurse came to her room, speaking. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake! I never thought I’d see the day! You have visitors.”

 

Maya shut the TV off. All her friends quickly arrived. Everyone cried in excitement and hugged each other in a moment of pure joy, one that once in a blue moon. – Even Rex and Weevil came all the way from Japan! And Mathias came to check her out too!

 

“Thank God you came back!” Mathias exulted in prayer; while Yukio explained to Maya she was in a coma for three months. Maya looked dumb in surprise, and Yukio told her it was indeed true.

 

Everyone exchanged gifts, and Maya received first edition prints of all the link monsters she used in the tournament; a consolation Pegasus gave to all finalists after the tournament, monster cards printed before their official release. Likewise, Pegasus, being a man of his word, gave Maya a check of 2 million dollars. Maya held her prizes, astonished; she struggled so hard to earn the prize money, and it sat in her hands, all of it.

 

But Maya felt a deep guilt. She had paid for her prize in blood, not just her blood, but Matthew’s blood, the Ghouls’ blood, the blood of every other duelist who died. Yet she felt a weird kind of excitement knowing she fought such an epic battle and triumphed in the end, almost smelling the blood of her enemies on the cards, arousing her the way a shark becomes when smelling its prey. But the guilt remained.

 

Maya pushed away her prizes, and she was almost about to destroy them when Mathias stopped her. He spoke very sternly, “I know how you feel but destroy your prizes and everyone would have died in vain. Maximus and me lost our dearest family when we accepted our divine gifts and became Saints. We chose to use our gifts to aid the world. You must do the same.”

 

Yukio comforted Maya by putting his hand on her shoulder. “Look, if a Catholic is telling you not to feel guilty, maybe you shouldn’t.”

 

Maya listened to reason, something she didn’t do often. “I hope Stella is fine, back in Iceland with her family and comrades. Maybe I’ll finally see my dad; maybe he’ll be nice since I don’t depend on him anymore. Yes, that would be very nice.”

 

Everyone became dark and solemn in look, and Maya, looking at them, knew all too well what it meant; she knew happiness never last long, least of all with her. She asked what their saturnine looks meant, and Sophia answered, “Stella and Hannibal became brain dead soon after you won. You’re father died while you were in a coma.”

 

Maya shivered; the room seemed to become frigid. She really loved Stella, despite everything that happened between them, while she had no idea how to feel about her father. He ruined Maya’s entire childhood and the scars he left behind darkened her character and her life forevermore. He was the source of all the evil in Maya’s life, but that evil was all she had, and now the evil died she might as well fall through the floor. Maya instinctively touched her abdomen, feeling the substantial bump in it. What was this?

 

“You’re pregnant.” Sophia said joyously as Yukio clasped Maya’s hand, and Maya clasped his. Maya had no idea what to do or even how to feel at this point.

 

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Seto Kaiba and Pegasus Crawford underwent their trail for months on end but a solution was met at last, and the news all too eagerly reported on it.     

 

KAIBACORP AND INDUSTRIAL ILLUSSIONS BAIL OUT

REPORTER 1: “Good morning New Yorkers! I am Dave and this is Susan. Today a major development occurred in the lawsuit against Mr. Seto Kaiba and Mr. Pegasus Crawford. The two CEOs were charged for twenty years prison and their companies charged with 3 billion dollars, but both were recently bailed out. Susan, if you may fill us in on the details.”

 

SUSAN: “Of course, Dave. The various businesses partners of KaibaCorp and Industrial Illusions; including Microsoft, Apple, Samsung, Google, even NASA, paid the bailouts for Seto Kaiba and Pegasus Crawford. They also saved both companies from bankruptcy, but the heavy cost of the weighty lawsuit was enough to send thousands of employees out of work.

 

“Yet there could be more to this story. WikiLeaks has just disclosed a document between the American CIA, the Pentagon, Industrial Illusions, and Kaibacorp, which concerns a KaibaCorp blueprint for building a space station linked to the earth by an elevator. Why would Mr. Kaiba, after disbanding his father’s military operations when he inherited the company, want to return to military projects? What is the end of such designs? Could Kaiba have made a deal with the devil? – Hold on, I just received a letter at my desk. What do you mean I’m fired!?”

 

REPORTER 1: “Oh ho ho! Someone was unprofessional for a moment there! In other news, another sex tape of the Kardassians was released online, where it has been shared all across the Internet. Uh oh! Looks like somebody forgot to make sure what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas!”

 

In either case, life rolled on as usual on all corners of the globe. Maya spent the next few months settling her affairs, boring chores leaving scarce time to spend with her friends. Not drinking or smoking pot for nine months due to her pregnancy was the least of her inconveniences. She first paid back all her debts so she would not evicted, but later sold her scant Chicago apartment to buy well-to-do quarters in the upper east side, a place she wanted to live in since forever. Then, she judiciously donated her prize money to charities and research projects she deemed best. – She did not give Amnesty International one damn sent. She canvassed for them before. She knew what those pricks were like.

 

Maya then moved from matters of the world to address matters of the spirit. She visited Iceland so as to aid Stella’s grieving family pay for the funeral expenses, but the family rejected all her money and spat in her face. Maya accepted their rebuke, and did not punch them in the face as she would otherwise do, as she was dealing with grief herself. She was now an orphan, just like Kaiba. “Eh, at least I wasn’t adopted.” Maya joked to herself while traveling back to New York.

 

Paying for her father’s funeral was a far easier task. For one, Maya did not have to deal with any family issues. Both her father’s and mother’s parents disowned their offspring when the children married out of wedlock, and Maya was glad of the fact for the first time in her life. Two families made of such bigoted fools did not deserve to attend her father’s funeral.  

 

Maya made it a simple affair, inviting no one but Yukio, JC, and Jolene to the Long Island Cemetery. Mathias had long returned to Ireland; Rex and Weevil to Japan; and Sophia to Pegasus’ home in Las Vegas, only to pack her bags and move out to God knows where. Maya and her friends lowering her father in the grave themselves – Maya insisted on it – There, mother and father would remain together while their child, free from their grasping shadows, would live and die far away, where they could not reach her. Their simple tombstones read thus:    

 

ALEXANDER BOZUSLOWSKY

OCT. 17, 1956 – SEPT. 25, 2009

 

SHARBAT ALI

NOV. 19, 1962 – JUN 30, 1997

 

A grim but interesting fact: Maya buried her father on her twenty-third birthday: Dec. 15, 2009. Maya had been so busy attending to other affairs; she bribed the morticians to leave her poor father’s corpse a mummy pumped with formaldehyde and frozen in an ice chamber, in part to exact futile revenge on the man who once was. Her father made her alone from everyone else and forced her to wait for years to undo the damage he did to her, a process Maya would never finish. Thus, Maya made him wait, alone and frozen, before granting him the right to rest with his wife in peace.  

 

JC put flowers on the grave, Jolene put precious drawings she made when a child, Yukio read a poem (or song) he wrote for this moment, and as he recited his work a small shower of rain gently fell on the small party: as if it was spring. Then sun refused to leave as he usually does as the solstice draws near; instead he cast his light on the world with all his might.

 

Tyrant men flaunt all their great might

Then die, forsaking their rights

To the earth, once in lovely gold,

Entombs them in dark wintry cold.

 

The sun, ever giving, returns

As meek flowers grow from bones,

As Spring’s gentle rainy showers

Nurtures young, yearning Sunflowers.

 

The gods have died; not one shall rise

To wipe the tears from my eyes,

But our strong hearts burn and glinter;

We alone bring Spring to Winter.

 

The gentle rain had washed all the dirt from the two tombstones away. With clean hearts and clear minds, the friends returned to life and celebrated the future with dance and play that day. 




#7065942 Yugioh the Dark Dimension

Posted by MewMew3 on 03 January 2018 - 01:54 PM

THE CLIMAX OF 3 YEARS OF WORK HAS COME!

 

Duel 27 – The Hero Comes Full Circle

 

 

MAYA: 6500 | MATTHEW: 1500

 

MAYA’S TURN: “I activate Dante, milling 3 cards. I normal summon Tour Guide From the Underworld and use its effect to special summon Rubic, Malebranche of the Burning Abyss.” Arriving from the underworld, a trolley drops off a comely little stewardess with red hair and a horned demon around the same size. “I activate Preparation of Rites, returning a ritual spell from my graveyard to my hand and adding a ritual monster from my deck. I play Good & Evil of the Burning Abyss, offering Tour Guide and Rubic to ritual summon Malacoda, Netherlord of the Burning Abyss!”

 

Matthew, observing the chief of the Malebranche arrive, speculates that Maya must have used Beatrice to mill Good & Evil. He thinks Maya may have milled it randomly with Dante, but he knows better. His opponent is a true woman, a true black, a true Russian, a true Jew; whatever mud the mongrel is made of. The thought reminds him of his Cuban mother, but thinking of even that pale woman gives him shame.

 

Maya remains unknowing and uncaring of Matthew’s hidden shame; she had gathered all her materials. She cried, “I banish Dante the Pilgrim, Malacoda, Dante the Traveler, and Spadiovolo, to bring forth GOLDEN GOD PHOENIX!” A chasm opens from the ground, and all Maya’s monsters fall into the fiery pit. The god beneath, devouring the offerings, finds the taste to its liking, and so rises from the depths to greet its master.

 

Pegasus chastises Maya, “It’s about time you summoned your god card! I know the element of surprise is fabulous and all, but goddamn did you need until the eleventh hour!”

 

Maya snarls, her bare teeth something a dragon would recognize as a smile, her eyes glaring with savage light. “Golden God Phoenix, destroy his dragon!” The two colossal monsters smash into each other, their struggle erupting a cyclone of golden fire. Everyone ducks for cover, except Kaiba, who gazes at the fight: stupefied, making a distorted grin, his whole body convulsed in orgasm.

 

Rex and Weevil hide as turtles do in their shells. “I just peed a little.” The pathetic Weevil whimpers, and he didn’t lie.

 

“Idiot!” Matthew shouts at Maya over the maelstrom, “I banish a dragon in my graveyard to protect Golden God Dragon!” And with his words, his dragon won the fight, burning away the golden phoenix it battled.

 

Maya retorts, “You know what a phoenix does, don’t you? Use your common sense! I banish a fiend from my graveyard to revive Golden God Phoenix!” And with her words, the mighty undead beast rises from the fiery pit once more. “Phoenix, battle his dragon again!”

 

The two titans smash each other once more. Each time Matthew saved his dragon and Maya’s phoenix died, Maya resurrected it and battled yet again. Matthew understands the infernal woman’s plot, but too late, spending the last dragon in his graveyard to protect his god. Maya, however, still had a rich store of dead fiends to fuel her god.

 

Maya declares yet another attack, making sure Matthew’s golden dragon is destroyed for good, but Matthew doesn’t let it happen! “I play Negate Attack!” Thus ending the engagement. Maya lets out a hoarse sigh, and sets two cards facedown.

 

“Seriously, how many more god cards will you make?” Kaiba gripes to Pegasus.

 

“As many I want, because I am God.” Pegasus says.

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “I play Pot of Cupidity! I banish 10 cards from my deck to draw 2!” It is a desperate move, and Matthew knows it.

 

The young man shakes his head, “Oh, Maya, the irony. When we first dueled you were truly the underdog, but how easily you changed all that. Do you still think yourself a rebel, a fighter of the people? I hope not. At bottom, you’re a tyrant.”

 

This news shocks Maya a little bit. “What?”

 

“You’re a queen bee, an alpha b****, a b**** in sheep’s clothing. Can I say more? Yes, you grew up in public housing on the lower east side, and you joined a ragtag posse of rebels, you can’t change your nature. Had you lived as I did, you would be Regina George. I watched your every move for the last four years. You wasted your money, hopped from boy toy to boy toy, destroying the career of every female rival.”

 

Maya wearies of this conversation. “Look, you creepy loser, how I choose to live is not your business, even if you watch me in the shower. I gave prize money to many nonprofits as well as to booze; every man I boned knew what he was getting into; and I defeated all my female opponents fair and square.”

 

“But worse, Maya, you’re a killer. Oh yes! I know what you did! Xiaoyi told me! You killed Heishin! You’re a murderer, a criminal, a thug! A stone cold killer! When this tournament is over, you will be arrested, tried for crimes against humanity!”

 

Maya, though keeping a straight face, begins to crack underneath. She can’t understand why killing a dictator and saving thousands of lives would haunt her. Perhaps because she did killed a man, something she never thought possible. Perhaps because she killed a man so coldly, an act so simple and decisive: as if she flipped a switch. Perhaps because, by killing Heishin, she truly understood the consequences of her actions in a way most people never learn.

 

Maya liked thinking of herself as a devil, a fiery person who broke the rules, laughing at the fools around her while she did so. But was she truly a devil, a real devil?

 

Matthew leaves her to think about it, long and hard. “I activate Future Fusion, milling 5 dragons. I set a card. You’re move.”

 

MAYA’S TURN: “Golden God Phoenix, attack his dragon!” It is still strange for a woman to court a man, and with so much fervor, but the struggle began once more. Maya and Matthew burn through their recourses.

 

Matthew rekindles his fuel. “I activate Buriel from the Different Dimension, returning 3 banished dragons to my graveyard!” The monsters collide once more until Maya is forced to banish a fiend from her hand to revive her phoenix for the umpteenth time. That is how Matthew knows she is low.

 

Maya admits as much, saying softly, “I set a monster and end my turn.” Matthew can hear her lose confidence with ever word she spoke, and it makes him giddy.

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “I enter the standby phase, meaning I fusion summon Five God Dragon!” The great dragon bursts into existence out of nowhere, fully formed with five terrible heads made of different elements. “I activate Pump Up, doubling the ATK of my Golden God Dragon.”

 

Maya lurches back, what little confidence she has left snuffed out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

 

“Quote Star Wars all you want in Hell! Golden God Dragon, destroy her facedown monster!” Maya’s monster, though unknown to Matthew, easily dies either way. “Now my golden dragon, destroy her golden phoenix!” Matthew’s dragon, blazing with an outstanding 8000 ATK, completely annihilates Maya’s phoenix. (MAYA LP 6500 à 2500).

 

The spiraling blaze falls on Maya with all its weight, burning her skin and clothes, the force blasting her off the arena. Maya never endured so much pain in her life. She coughs blood, her already broken ribs stabbing her with the force of a thousand hot serrated knives while new ribs broke. Facedown on the floor, Maya nearly blacks out from the pain.

 

Too many moments of torture pass, Maya unmoving. Kaiba, unmoved, orders Isono to begin a boxing count. Isono readily obeys, announcing, “If Marina Bozuslowsky does not rise within eight seconds, Matthew Carter shall be declared the winner! ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE!”

 

“FOUR!”

 

“FIVE!”

 

“SIX!”

 

“SEVEN!”

 

Maya remembers all her friends, waiting for her back home, counting on her: Yukio, Jolene, JC, Sophia, especially Sophia. She cannot lose now. She loses all care of her pain; thinking of it merely as weakness leaving the body, she summons the strength to stand up.

 

“EIGHT!”

 

Maya stands on very shaky ground, or is it her legs? Either way, she survived, hobbling back up the arena.

 

Matthew laughs at how stupid Maya looks. “You look really, really bad. I’m glad you stood up. I want nothing than to utterly defeat you. Five God Dragon, knock Maya down, forever!”

 

“I activate the monster you destroyed: Fiendfyre! I banish it and a FIRE monster from my graveyard!”

 

“And you will destroy my dragon and my life! Oh no, whatever shall I do!” Matthew gloats. “I banish Skill Prisoner from my graveyard to protect Five God Dragon!” Thus Maya’s fiery bullet bounces off Matthew’s dragon, leaving not so much as a scratch. “Let’s continue! My dragon, destroy her!”

 

All five of the dragon’s heads assault Maya with the four elements, but Maya uses all her strength to keep her ground. “I activate Dimension Exchange! I banish Golden God Phoenix from my Graveyard!” Her phoenix flies from the grave, rockets through the colorful fireworks from Matthew’s dragon, binds to the five-headed beast, then burns itself and its prey away.

 

Matthew grunts, disappointed. How persistent! Two turns later, Maya will revive Five-Headed Dragon to her field.

 

MAYA’S TURN: “Golden God Phoenix is banished during my standby phase, meaning I special summon my banished Malacoda!” The demon leader returns and, turning its real towards Matthew, makes a trumpet of its ass. Maya flips Matthew off to drive the point home.

 

“I set a card and end my turn.” Maya wears her proud and confidant mask, as always, yet beneath she writhes in doubt and self-loathing, like most of the time. She never believed in the heart of the cards, but if she could draw one more card…

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “I’ve had it with your insolence! The duel will end now!” Matthew roars. He calls upon all the darkness of his body and soul, and lets the fires from his dragon overwhelm him. Flaming with hatred, Matthew leaps on top of his dragon in a single bound, binding himself with his monster. “Now I am a monster! I am the Golden God Dragon!”

 

“That’s new.” Maya comments wryly.

 

“You fool! I will blast you into oblivion!” Matthew slams Maya’s fiend with all his fury.  

 

“I activate Spiritual Swords of Revealing Light!” Maya declares, paying 1000 life so the wall of shining swords can protect Malacoda. Enraged, Matthew lashes out again, and again Maya pays 1000 life to save her by the skin of her teeth. (MAYA LP 2500 à 500)

 

The beastly dragon roars, “I end my turn! There is nothing you can do, fool! Give up!”

 

Maya glares back at him, defiant as ever. “No one, not even the readers of this book who can see you’re most secret thoughts and emotions, will remember you as anything more than a spoiled child.” With these words, Maya draws her last card.

 

MAYA’S TURN: “Yes!” Maya speaks to her heart, drawing the card she needed. Her physical strength returns, and with it she gains the moral strength to look within her heart. Yes, Maya is a murderer, which means she can always become a monster, like Matthew, like every other human being. She is no longer an edgy teen living with an abusive father, or a celebrity in existential despair. She is a grown woman, which means making hard decisions and accepting the consequences of your actions. Matthew is too dangerous to be left alive.

 

Maya knows she has friends waiting for her at home, and a life worth living. Matthew threw away both. She has to defeat him once and for all. Their rivalry is over at last.

 

“I normal summon Necroface, and use its effect to return all banished cards to our decks!” A baby doll’s face, smashed, decaying, infested by a foul creature, absorbs the souls of every dead monster and every banished card into its body, the creature within growing in size until it rivals the size of Matthew himself.

 

“5600 ATK!” Matthew despairs. “NO!”

 

“I activate Pre-preparation of Rights, adding a ritual monster and ritual spell to my hand, and play Good & Evil of the Burning Abyss! I tribute Necroface and the Fluffal Dog in my hand to ritual summon a second Malacoda, Netherlord of the Burning Abyss!” Her offerings vanish, transforming through fire into Malacoda. “I use both their effects. I mill 2 Graff to cut you down to size.”

 

The ghosts of the recently deceased fiends possess the swords of their commanders. Both generals point their swords to Matthew in the sky, then, using their swords as reverse lightning rods, let the ghosts within strike their target.

 

Matthew limps in the air, his flight killed. Desperate, he screams, “KILL ME AND YOU’LL BE A MURDERER TWICE! YOU WILL BE A MONSTER FOREVER!”

 

“Goodbye, Matthew.” Maya bids these final words to her rival. She feels no hate, no regret, but oddly tranquil, the feeling of release when exorcising a demon. And fatigue. She is so tired, so very tired…

 

“Both Malacodas, kill Matthew.” Maya declares her last attack. The two fiends leap into the air and strike Matthew down from the sky. Matthew roars, cursing the world, and falls beyond the pyramid in golden flames, crashing to his fiery death in the darkness beyond. (MATTHEW 1500 à 0)

 

MAYA: 500 | MATTHEW: 0

 

All darkness vanished, leaving only the blazing sunlight in the early afternoon. Isono raised his hand, declaring, “THE 13TH BATTLE CITY TOURNAMENT IS OVER! MARINA BOZUSLOWSKY WINS THE TITLE KING OF GAMES!”

 

Maya walks, in a complete daze, to the center of the arena, looking down at Kaiba, at Pegasus, at the other finalists, and turned her vision to the wide horizon, to the infinite sky above and the infinite ocean below. The sun blazes her black hair, surrounding her head like a halo. The light only darkens her; her skin, her hair, her eyes, her look, and makes her look truly evil. Everyone gazes upward at Maya in awe, even Kaiba, even Xiaoyi watching from far away, even Sophia.

 

Maya lifts her hands in the air and looks at the sun directly, celebrating her victory in the only perfect moment in her life. Spending all her strength, she collapses into darkness.

 

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CREATED CARDS

 

MAYA’S CARDS

 

Golden God Phoenix

DIVINE/Zombie/Fusion-Synchro-Xyz-Link/Level-Rank 10/ATK 4000/No Link Arrows
4 Fusion, Ritual, Synchro, Xyz, or Link monsters

·      Must first be Special Summoned from your Extra Deck by banishing 4 Fusion Materials you control of different Card Types (you do not use Polymerization). If this card was Special Summoned with the following Materials, it gains the the following Effects:

o   FUSION: If this card is targeted by a Card Effect; you can banish this card. Return it to your field during the End Phase.

o   RITUAL: If this card would be destroyed and sent to the Graveyard: you can banish 1 Fiend or Zombie; Special Summon this card.

o   SYNCHRO: If this card is Special Summoned from the Graveyard: inflict 500 damage to your opponent.

o   XYZ: If this card is banished, during your Standby Phase: you can Special Summon 1 banished Fiend or Zombie, ignoring all Summoning Conditions.

o   LINK: Once per turn during your Standby Phase; you can send 1 Fiend or Zombie from your Deck to the Graveyard. 

 

Dimension Exchange

Continuous Trap

Banish 1 monster from your Graveyard: target 1 monster your opponent controls; banish it. During your 2nd Standby Phase after you activate this card: Special Summon your opponent’s monster, ignoring all summoning conditions.

 

MATTHEW’S CARDS

 

Golden God Dragon

DIVINE/Dragon/Fusion-Synchro-Xyz-Link/Level-Rank 10/ATK 4000/No Link Arrows
4 Fusion, Ritual, Synchro, Xyz, or Link monsters

·      Must first be Special Summoned from your Extra Deck by banishing 4 Fusion Materials you control of different Card Types (you do not use Polymerization). If this card was Special Summoned with the following Materials, it gains the the following Effects:

o   FUSION: If this card would be targeted by a Card Effect; you can banish 1 Dragon from your hand, field, or Graveyard. Negate and destroy your opponent’s card,

o   RITUAL: If this card would be destroyed; you can banish 1 Dragon from your hand, field, or Graveyard, and this card is not destroyed.

o   SYNCHRO: If this card destroys your opponent’s monster by battle: it can attack once more.

o   XYZ: If this card is in your Graveyard during your next Standby Phase; you can Special Summoned 1 banished Dragon during your next Standby Phase (ignoring all Summoning conditions.)

o   LINK: Once per turn during your Standby Phase; you can send 1 Dragon from your Deck to the Graveyard.

 

Dragon Mirage

Spell

Special Summon all Dragon monsters destroyed this turn. Their ATK and DEF are halved, they cannot attack, they cannot activate their Effects.

 

Xyz Drain

Spell

Detach 1 Xyz Material from 1 Xyz monster your opponent control and 1 Xyz monster you control: draw 2 cards.




#7065583 [Original Work] :Alive: Book 1: The Southern Suffering [Rated M | 18+]

Posted by MewMew3 on 01 January 2018 - 02:03 PM

Looks like our characters reached the dark night of the soul as it were. I'm eager to see how they get out of this mess. How can they defeat creatures as powerful as the Majins? 




#7050548 A stupid thing I wrote

Posted by MewMew3 on 06 November 2017 - 11:56 AM

The circle is complete.

 

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#7042901 [Original Work] :Alive: Book 1: The Southern Suffering [Rated M | 18+]

Posted by MewMew3 on 14 October 2017 - 01:29 PM

This would make an awesome Marvel comic or manga. The plot, characters, and events would translate very well to a graphic novel. Sadly, someone like a New York Times journalist would snobbishly turn up their nose at the idea of Majin human eaters and magical weapon-wielders. I know those guys would never touch my work with a 40 foot pole. 

 

I liked Jared best as he is only a 19 year old kid, probably just graduated from high school, and now he has to grow up by facing an apocalypse instead of going to college. He's a relatively ordinary guy put in an impossible situation - so are the other characters really, but he really embodies the idea - but he survives and his latent intelligence and skills emerge through all his trials.  


I also liked how the setting was in New Orleans. I lived there for 8 years, so the story conjured up very real visuals for me.




#7027915 [WRITTEN] Shadow Sirens Archetype

Posted by MewMew3 on 07 August 2017 - 11:06 AM

NOTE: Sorry, this thread should have been in advanced multiples.
 
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The "Shadow Siren" cards; the Celestial Sirens are LIGHT Fiend-Type monsters loosely based on the Beldam, Marylyn, Vivian, and the Shadow Queen from the Paper Mario 2 games. This is an archetype I have worked on for about a decade now, changing them drastically over the years. Their Summoning Conditions resemble that of Dark Necrofear while their overall effects are borrowed from the Timelord archetype. They also have the effect of destroying the monster they battle and inflicting damage to the opponent equal to the destroyed monster's ATK, the same effect Zorc Necrophades had when he blasting Yugi's and Joey's monsters in the Memory Arc. They are named after the Fates and their effects reflect aspects of time: past, present, and future. The celestial nature of the Sirens reflects their true forms, as described in the Riddle Tower in Paper Mario 2:    
 
Master of Shadow and Dark...
Stones Have Power of Stars...
Complete All Seven...
So That We, the Great Ones...
Can Live Again by the Stone...
We Know the Stars Spurn Us...
And That the Skies Lie...
But the Stars Bring Balance.

The Celestial Sirens have a similar appearance to the Timelords, as they are fallen angel counterparts to the archangel Timelords. They are essentially like machines with screens on them, except the body has a more mermaid or serpent shape to it, and the female faces that appear on the screen all lack eyes. If the Judaic God can be read as a patriarch usurper who broke away from the unified cosmos to create the physical universe, an Urizen-like figure, then the Celestial Sirens are female counterparts who broke off at the same time, essentially Lucifer and her followers. If the Timelords are solar/day/sky gods then the Sirens are lunar/night sky/earth goddesses. Ouranos and Gaia clash again. Also, keep in mind until very recently in Christian art the Serpent who tempted Eve was depicted as a woman (you can even see it in Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel), that the Serpent and Eve were closely related, sometimes even the same being, and only later was the Serpent a male Satan.   
 
I'm worried the Celestial Sirens may have broken effects but possibly balances out how they need 3 Fiends banished to summon them and they return to your Deck during your next Standby Phase. So you have monsters somewhat hard to Summon and return to your Deck next turn anyway. They are powerful on their own without additional archetype support but have a heavy cost to using them. Only an unbiased reader can tell me for sure.  
 
Enough boring context with Yugioh and real life lore. I'll break down all the effects to keep them simple, and write them in a simpler way to make them easier to read.
 
Celestial Siren Clothon (Beldam - the crone - the spinner - the past)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: return all face-down cards to the Deck(s).

Celestial Siren Lacheson (Marylyn - the mother - the allotter - the present)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: banish up to 1 card each from your opponent's hand, field, and GY. (The card in the hand is chosen at random.)  

Celestial Siren Atropon (Vivian - the maiden - the inevitable - the future)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: Special Summon 2 monsters from your Deck, with the same Type, Attribute, and Level as this card, but with different names from each other (ignoring Summoning Conditions). Your opponent Special Summons 2 monsters from his/her Deck with the same Type, Attribute, and Level, but with different names from each other (ignoring Summoning Conditions).

Celestial Siren Queen Lucifron (Shadow Queen - all space and time)
DARK/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0
Fusion ("Celestial Siren Clothon" + "Celestial Siren Lacheson" + "Celestial Siren Atropon")

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  • Must be first Special Summoned as a Fusion Summon using exact Fusion Materials. During your Standby Phase: banish 1 "Celestial Siren" monster from your Graveyard. If you cannot: return this card to the Extra Deck, and return up to 3 banished "Celestial Siren" monsters with different names to your hand.  
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card; inflict damage your opponent and gain Life Points equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: you can Special Summon 1 "Celestial Siren" monster from your Graveyard (ignoring Summoning conditions). It's effects are negated, its original ATK and DEF become 4000, and if it would be removed from the field it is banished instead. 

PART TWO: SUPPORT CARDS (not necessarily of the same archetype):
 
Spiritualist Rebound
Continuous Trap

  • If a monster you control, that was Special Summoned by banishing monsters from your Graveyard through its Summoning Condition, is removed from the field: shuffle all monsters banished to Summon that card into your Deck, and draw 1 card.

Witches' Sabbath
Field Spell

  • If Fiends are banished from your Graveyard to Special Summon a monster through its Summoning Condition: Special Summon them. Their effects are negated, and cannot attack this turn. They cannot be used as Materials to Special Summon monster(s) from the Extra Deck.  

Ancient Door of Darkness
Continuous Spell

  • Once per turn: send 1 Fiend from your Deck to the Graveyard.
  • Once per turn: you can destroy this card: add 1 Fiend from your Deck to your hand.

Poltergeist Calamity
Trap

  • Activate this card when a Fiend you control is destroyed by battle while 3 or more Fiends are in your Graveyard. Destroy all cards on the field, and inflict damage to you and your opponent equal to the ATK of the monster with the highest ATK.

NOTE: Bakura used this card against Bonz in the manga, and he most likely held that same card in his hand against Atem, but he did not use it. I gave the card its name and effects.
 
Dark Chest of Forbidden Treasure
DARK/Fiend/LV 3/ATK 100/DEF 1000

  • FLIP: Once per turn: if this card would be destroyed by battle, it is not destroyed. Target 1 face-up monster your opponent controls, and equip it to this card.
  • During your Battle Phase: this card gains ATK equal to the ATK of the monster equipped to it.
  • If this card is destroyed (by battle or card effect) while equipped with a Monster Card: you can send 1 Fiend from your Deck to the Graveyard, or add 1 "Dark Chest of Forbidden Treasure" from your Deck to your hand. 

Legion the Black Clown
DARK/Fiend/LV 2/ATK 650/DEF 750

  • If you control Fiend(s) you can Special Summon this card from your hand. 
  • Once per turn: you can increase or decrease the Level of this card equal to the Level of 1 Fiend you control.
  • If this card is detached from an Xyz monster as an Xyz Material and sent to the Graveyard: you can return this card from your Graveyard to your hand during your Standby Phase.

Seven-Armed Fiend 
DARK/Fiend/LV 1/ATK 666/ DEF 666

  • If you Normal Summon this card: you can destroy it, and send 2 Fiends with different names from your Deck to the Graveyard.

NOTE: This card dates back from Duelist Kingdom. ATK and DEF of 666 is fun, but I can change it to 650 to make it more "serious" and "competitive". 
 
Crimson Blazing Phoenix
FIRE/Winged Beast/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0
Synchro (1 Tuner + 1 non-Tuner monster)

  • Gains ATK and DEF equal to the number of monsters your opponent controls x1000.
  • During the End Phase of the turn this card was destroyed: destroy all monsters on the field. Special Summon this card and 3 "Crimson Spirit Tokens" on your opponent's field in Defense Position (FIRE/Winged Beast/LV 1/ATK 1500/ DEF 1500).
  • If this card successfully destroys a monster in battle: you can attack with this card once more.
  • During battle between this attacking card and a Defense Position monster whose DEF is lower than the ATK of this card, inflict the difference as Battle Damage to your opponent. 

Crimson Baby Phoenix
FIRE/Winged Beast/LV 2/ATK 800/DEF 800
Tuner

  • Once per turn: can Special Summon this card from your hand or Graveyard by decreasing the Level of 1 Level 8 or higher monster you control by 2 and, if you do, inflict 800 damage to your opponent.

Crimson Lesser Phoenix
FIRE/Winged Beast/LV 8/ATK 2000/DEF 2000
Synchro (1 Tuner + 1 non-Tuner monster)

  • Gains ATK and DEF equal to the number of monsters your opponent controls x500.
  • During the End Phase of the turn this card was destroyed: destroy all monsters on the field. Special Summon this card.
  • If this card successfully destroys a monster in battle: you can attack with this card once more.

Bone Snapper
DARK/Zombie/Rank 10/ATK 3500/DEF 3500
Xyz (2 Level 10 monsters)

  • During battle between this attacking card and a Defense Position monster whose DEF is lower than the ATK of this card, inflict the difference as Battle Damage to your opponent. 
  • If this card would be destroyed by battle or card effect: you can detach 1 Xyz Material from this card; send 1 Fiend or Zombie from your Deck to the Graveyard, and this card is not destroyed. 
  • If this card is destroyed and send to the Graveyard: Special Summon 2 Fiends or Zombies from your Graveyard. 

Subspace Battle
Spell

  • Each player reveals 3 Monster Cards from their Deck simultaneously, one at a time. Each time both players reveal a Monster Card this way, the player who reveals a Monster Card with higher ATK adds that card to their hand, while the player who reveals a Monster Card with lower ATK takes 500 damage and sends it to the Graveyard. 

NOTE: Used by Jaden when he battled Yugi. This card is such a good tech-in and I forget it exists so often I must put it here to remind myself.
 
Netherworld Golem
DARK/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 3000/DEF 3000

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  • You can Tribute 2 monsters your opponent controls to Special Summon this card on your opponent's field. 
  • If this card is destroyed (by battle or card effect) and sent from your opponent's field to the Graveyard: you can add 1 "Netherworld Golem" from your Deck to your hand.



#7027763 Shadow Sirens Archetype

Posted by MewMew3 on 06 August 2017 - 02:13 PM

The "Shadow Siren" cards; the Celestial Sirens are LIGHT Fiend-Type monsters loosely based on the Beldam, Marylyn, Vivian, and the Shadow Queen from the Paper Mario 2 games. This is an archetype I have worked on for about a decade now, changing them drastically over the years. Their Summoning Conditions resemble that of Dark Necrofear while their overall effects are borrowed from the Timelord archetype. They also have the effect of destroying the monster they battle and inflicting damage to the opponent equal to the destroyed monster's ATK, the same effect Zorc Necrophades had when he blasting Yugi's and Joey's monsters in the Memory Arc. They are named after the Fates and their effects reflect aspects of time: past, present, and future. The celestial nature of the Sirens reflects their true forms, as described in the Riddle Tower in Paper Mario 2:    
 
Master of Shadow and Dark...
Stones Have Power of Stars...
Complete All Seven...
So That We, the Great Ones...
Can Live Again by the Stone...
We Know the Stars Spurn Us...
And That the Skies Lie...
But the Stars Bring Balance.

The Celestial Sirens have a similar appearance to the Timelords, as they are fallen angel counterparts to the archangel Timelords. They are essentially like machines with screens on them, except the body has a more mermaid or serpent shape to it, and the female faces that appear on the screen all lack eyes. If the Judaic God can be read as a patriarch usurper who broke away from the unified cosmos to create the physical universe, an Urizen-like figure, then the Celestial Sirens are female counterparts who broke off at the same time, essentially Lucifer and her followers. If the Timelords are solar/day/sky gods then the Sirens are lunar/night sky/earth goddesses. Ouranos and Gaia clash again. Also, keep in mind until very recently in Christian art the Serpent who tempted Eve was depicted as a woman (you can even see it in Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel), that the Serpent and Eve were closely related, sometimes even the same being, and only later was the Serpent a male Satan.   
 
I'm worried the Celestial Sirens may have broken effects but possibly balances out how they need 3 Fiends banished to summon them and they return to your Deck during your next Standby Phase. So you have monsters somewhat hard to Summon and return to your Deck next turn anyway. They are powerful on their own without additional archetype support but have a heavy cost to using them. Only an unbiased reader can tell me for sure.  
 
Enough boring context with Yugioh and real life lore. I'll break down all the effects to keep them simple, and write them in a simpler way to make them easier to read.
 
Celestial Siren Clothon (Beldam - the crone - the spinner - the past)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: return all face-down cards to the Deck(s).

Celestial Siren Lacheson (Marylyn - the mother - the allotter - the present)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: banish up to 1 card each from your opponent's hand, field, and GY. (The card in the hand is chosen at random.)  

Celestial Siren Atropon (Vivian - the maiden - the inevitable - the future)
LIGHT/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

  • Cannot be Normal Summoned/Set. Must be first Special Summoned by banishing 3 Fiends from your Graveyard. During your Standby Phase: shuffle this card into the Deck.
  • Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card and inflict damage your opponent equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  • At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: Special Summon 2 monsters from your Deck, with the same Type, Attribute, and Level as this card, but with different names from each other (ignoring Summoning Conditions). Your opponent Special Summons 2 monsters from his/her Deck with the same Type, Attribute, and Level, but with different names from each other (ignoring Summoning Conditions).

Celestial Siren Queen Lucifron (Shadow Queen - all space and time)

DARK/Fiend/LV 10/ATK 0/DEF 0

Fusion ("Celestial Siren Clothon" + "Celestial Siren Lacheson" + "Celestial Siren Atropon")

  1. Must be first Special Summoned as a Fusion Summon using exact Fusion Materials. During your Standby Phase: banish 1 "Celestial Siren" monster from your Graveyard. If you cannot: return this card to the Extra Deck, and return up to 3 banished "Celestial Siren" monsters with different names to your hand.  
  2. Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects. If this card battles: during the Damage Step; destroy the monster that battled this card; inflict damage your opponent and gain Life Points equal to its ATK, and reduce all battle damage to 0. 
  3. At the end of the Battle Phase, if this card battled: you can Special Summon 1 "Celestial Siren" monster from your Graveyard (ignoring Summoning conditions). It's effects are negated, its original ATK and DEF become 4000, and if it would be removed from the field it is banished instead. 



#7020449 Yugioh the Dark Dimension

Posted by MewMew3 on 04 July 2017 - 05:14 PM

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I really like the creative games in Yugioh YouTube channels like TheRarely’s and the strong games in Yugioh: Dark Side of Dimensions. I intend to make my games somewhere in between where characters use creative decks not limited to one archetype or combo but play efficient moves to not make the duels too tedious. A player should interact more with their opponents when they play. Way too many games you see players making a giant setup to make an OTK. That’s boring and I don’t want that in my duels unless in the middle or endgame.

 

Duel 4 – Ignition!!!

 

 

Mathias could not sleep this morning, his mind under the hardest pressure, the need to stop the Headmaster’s doomsday prophecy from coming true was first in his mind. Matthew was the Satanic Red Dragon, he knew it – or did he? – if he lost to Matthew the world would be doomed but if he defeated the young man… would that make him the true Red Dragon? His powerful Ka, Horus the Black Flame Dragon, did not help matters. He was not under this much pressure in his entire immortal life since World War II.

 

So Mathias decided to play a little game to calm his mind, and so he peeked into every lodging to see exactly what everyone else was up to: Maximus, Maria, Stella, Tamas, Rex, and Weevil were fast asleep in their bed, Maya and Matthew were missing. And he found Hannibal in the dining room. Mathias said hello to his comrade and Hannibal returned the gesture, then asked what was bothering him.

 

Mathias told him everything about the Headmaster’s prophecy, slightly relieved to talk to someone, and then let Hannibal speak out of courtesy. Hannibal told him the awful truths burdening him, speaking, “I know all about the prophecy; Maximus told me long ago, but my concern is more personal. I knew Matthew’s grandfather very well; he was a kind, wise, profound man, and I even privately taught Matthew about everything; archaeology, anthropology, history, art, culture, and so forth. Now that I see his moral decline, his dark powers, the threat he poses to everyone, I may need to kill him. No, I must kill him! It is my moral duty to prevent suffering in this world! But, what if it’s wrong? What if I overstepped into excess; from courage into rashness, from justice to dogma?”

 

“Whether the prophecy is true or not Matthew used dark magic for malice and he must be dealt with in a shadow game.” Mathias assured his friend. “I also worry about his rival.” And when Hannibal asked why, Mathias answered, “She too has a powerful and dangerous dragon Ka, she utterly defeated Matthew a long time ago, and in doing so caused his mental collapse and moral decline. She is the source of his rage and his ambition, which is how he grew into such a powerful thread as a duelist and a wielder of shadow magic.”

 

Hannibal prayed, “May God help us find the right path in the middle of the thorny woods.”

 

Meanwhile Maya enjoyed the breezy midnight beach outside, listening to the soothing waves, moving towards and away, towards and away… every star was in view on this remote island, opening the full cosmos to her. She climbed up the steep pyramid, keeping the Book of Isis in a bag close by her to keep it safe, and found Matthew on top of the pyramid. Her arrival prompted him to gaze away from the waves below and stars above, staring at her coldly, hate in his eyes; her blood froze.

 

He said, “What are you doing here? Wait until we duel, then tell me you’re sorry and beg for mercy.”

 

Maya retorted instantly, “I will never say sorry or beg you for mercy. I will fight you to the death, show you as much mercy as you showed to other people, but I do sometimes wonder if our fates could have been different. You and I had many chances to choose a different path; when I lost to you in the academy tryouts, when JC betrayed our team for prophet, even when we dueled again, but we persisted, not knowing what we were doing. And here we are, ready to kill each other. This is how our rivalry will end; we decided so.”

 

Matthew: “You don’t believe in Fate do you or other such magical nonsense women love?”

 

And Maya: “No, but I believe in the power we have in our choices in life, and how we must always be strong and accept the consequences. I didn’t care when I was teenager, I just wanted to shake things up and piss people like you off, but now I understand better. Killing Heishin taught me that. I am prepared to kill you as well and accept the results.”

 

And Matthew: “Oh, how responsible. Our little afro punk grew up to be a serious thinker. Congratulations.”

 

And Maya: “I can’t say the same about you. You just want to kill me no matter what. Tell me, what future do you have even if you defeat me?”

 

“None of that matters. You will one day realize that too.” Matthew said with finality.

 

Hours passed in silence, day broke, Kaiba and Pegasus made their way up the pyramid to its top, followed by every other finalist. Pegasus notice his two remaining finalists, “What, no breakfast? One shouldn’t duel on an empty stomach! If I may do the honors.” He handed each finalist one Millennium Item Card, just like the ones they had been collecting for the entire tournament; Mathias got the Millennium Puzzle, Tamas got the Millennium Eye, Stella got the Millennium Rod, Maria got the Millennium Scales, Hannibal got the Millennium Scales, Weevil got the Millennium Key, Hannibal got the Millennium Necklace, Matthew got the Millennium Cube, a secret eight Item, and Maya got the Millennium Ring.

 

“Now hold your cards to the sun!” Kaiba barked at them. “Each card casts a golden shadow only during a certain time of day; this is how we determine who duels!” The finalists did as they were told, the sun revealed who was to duel; Matthew’s and Hannibal’s cards cast golden shadows. Suddenly a golden platform rose beneath them, the capstone of the pyramid where the finalists would duel, and four cameras rose from the sides of the pyramid’s top to record each duel in 3D. “Now take your positions!” Kaiba ordered.   

 

Hannibal confronted his former student, “Matthew, I beg you, please cease your revenge, it only causes destruction and misery. Think of your honor, of your grandfather; what would he say to you if he knew of all you had done?”

 

Matthew growled, “Shut up you naïve fool. You know nothing of my grandfather.” He sprung his new duel disk to life; lighting blue from his wrist to his shoulder, a device on his head began reading his brainwaves. A holographic deck appeared in his duel disk, Matthew drawing five cards. Hannibal did the same.   

 

Matthew: 8000 || Hannibal: 8000

 

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “I Summon Celeste Dragon!” Matthew’s holographic card vanishes, reforms on the field in a larger form, and vanishes again but in light as a transparent dragon made of tiny stars emerges from it. “I set 3 cards facedown. This will do.”

 

HANNIBAL’S TURN: “Perhaps I should knock some sense into you. I Summon Traptrix Mymeleo!” Hannibal’s card vanishes and a young female magician and her pet plant take to the field together. He sets 4 cards facedown, ending his turn. “Every duelist who attacks me makes a fatal mistake. I have the high ground. Turn end.”   

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “Too bad this isn’t Star Wars, you punk, only coward play Traptrix. Celeste Dragon, tear apart his annoying little girl!” And his dragon breathes forth a supernova blast.

 

Hannibal sees everything coming at him. “I play Artifact Sanctum, summoning Artifact Beagalltach from my Deck, then using his power to destroy two of my facedown cards.” A huge broadsword appears, then manifests a spirit of itself so it can be used, to slice apart Hannibal’s cards. “I activate Artifact Moralltach and Artifact Scythe; I Summon them and use their other effects. A large sword and scythe rise from the Graveyard. “Moralltach, destroy Matthew’s Dragon an Scythe, paralyze his Extra Deck!” Moralltach decimates Celeste Dragon into stardust while Scythe binds its target with a dark spell.

 

Matthew is not amused, “Cute, but I mill Carboneddon to revive Celeste Dragon.” His creature reforms but with its battling power halved. “And I play my Set Infernal Reckless Summon!” Letting two more Celeste Dragons to appear.

 

Hannibal is once more prepared, “Bottomless Trap Hole!” And all of Matthew’s monsters vanish into a void.

 

Cringing in disappointment, Matthew plays a new card, “Dragon’s Mirage. I end my turn.” As he does so, he Summons 4 Dragons from his Deck, powerful new Hieratic Dragons, equal to the number of his old Dragons were destroyed; Hieratic SealDragon Core HexerHiertic Dragon of Su, but their ATK and DEF are halved.

 

HANNIBAL’S TURN: Curses, he thinks, Matthew already swarmed the field! “I switch all my monsters to Defense Position and set 2 facedown cards.”

 

Matthew snorts at this move, “You are a coward, Hannibal, you could have killed my weak Dragons. Are you scared of my Trap? Now I realize the morals you taught me are as useless and cowardly as you are.”

 

MATTHEW’S TURN: “Let’s get this Duel really started, shall we?”

 

“I agree.” Hannibal shoots back, “Dimension Barrier, and I call Link monsters! There will be no Ultimaya Tzolkin combo on my watch.”

 

“Then I will rely on something else. I tribute Hieratic Dragon of Su to Summon Tongue Twister and use Su’s effect to destroy your facedown.” His blue dragon shattered, reforming into a giant ugly red-shape field, then Hannibal’s card is destroyed. However, Hannibal does benefit as he Summons Artifact Caduceus, an enchanted staff, to his field.

 

Matthew says, “You better watch this, Maya; see your own tactics used, as they should be, to truly destroy another human being! I overlay Hieratic Seal and Dragon Core Hexer to Xyz Summon Galaxy-Eyes Prime Photon Dragon, then continue my overlay with Galaxy-Eyes Full Armor Photon Dragon, then Galaxy-Eyes Dark Matter Dragon!” His dragons fell into the overlay network wormhole, giving rise to a mighty interstellar dragon only for it to give rise to a new one, and then another new one. “I activate two of its effects. I mill 3 Dragons to my Graveyard, you banish 3 monsters, and I detach 1 Material to let it attack twice!”

 

Maya reflects on Matthew’s strategy from the sidelines. If Matthew uses her own ruthless moves, then she will face a mirror of herself in battle. If that is so, then it is another reason for her to grow beyond her past, beyond her limits.

 

Hannibal reminds Matthew he made a mistake; he did not activate Galaxy-Eyes Full Armor’s effect to pop an Artifact, to which Matthew response, “Of course not you idiot! As long as you have a full field you will struggle to kick your combos off, and I want to trample you down before you do that. I activate Dragon’s Rage so I can do piercing damage! Now, Dark Matter Dragon, destroy Artifact Caduceus and Traptrix Mymeleo!” The huge black dragon beats its wings, two black gales cut through Hannibal’s cards as knives, and push Hannibal staggering back. (Hannibal LP 8000 à 5200)

 

“Clever,” The old man admits. “But not enough to beat me. I Summon Artifact Vajra from my hand and with his appearance my entire back row is destroyed.” A magical vaijra manifests a blue spirit to wield it and shatters Hannibal’s cards with lightning bolts, which only brings out more Artifacts. “I activate Artifact Sanctum and my second Artifact Moralltach in my Graveyard; you’re attackers are destroyed!” A new Artifact emerges from the dusty Graveyard, and Matthew’s aggressing fiend and dragon burst into flames.

 

“I’m not done yet, old man.” Matthew insults his opponent. “I banish Tongue Twister to draw 2 cards and set 1 facedown.”  

 

HANNIBAL’S TURN: “Brace yourself Matthew! I will put an end to your ways! I link 2 Moralltach and 1 Scythe to Link Summon Artifact Uraniawar, then overlay Vaijra and Beagalltach to Xyz Summon Shark Fortress!” Three of Hannibal’s Artifacts fall into three arrows on the edges of a square portal, lighting them, allowing a new Artifact a be Summoned; a rocket-like missile manifesting a black spirit to carry it. The two remaining Artifact’s fall into an overlay network, letting shark-shaped submarine to cross to the other side.

 

Stella grabs Maya, points at Hannibal’s new Artifact, “Is that nuke?”

 

Maya answers, “Yes. Uranium is the antique weapon of our times.”

 

“Wow, that is… profound. Who knew Pegasus cared so much about the future of the human race.”

 

“He is the sensitive artist type, after all.”    

 

Banter aside, Hannibal announced, “Preparations are complete, Matthew. The rash man only blunders. Now I am ready to attack!”  

 

“You only attack when you’re certain you won’t be challenged. Are you moderate, or mediocre?”

 

“I detach 1 Material from Shark Fortress, now attack Matthew directly twice!” His submarine strikes Matthew with two torpedoes, blasting his opponent’s Life away. (Matthew LP 8000 à 3400) Hannibal is just about to cripple Matthew for good but he pauses midway in declaring his attack.    




#6999556 Bandit Keith Rap

Posted by MewMew3 on 13 April 2017 - 12:01 AM

Drafting Season 3 is very hard and boring so I made this for the lulz.

 

{{Solo}}
My name’s Bandit Keith,

Kid I got you beat,

‘Gainst me there’s no retreat.

Go, Barrel Dragon,

Grind ‘im to minced meat!

 

Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Chorus}}
Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Solo}}

I’ll always be the best,

Yugi’s a dumb mess,
Kaiba’s sexless.

Joey’s dad is drunk,

His son’s dumber than the rest.

Pegasus is a fruity bun,

Hated by his stepson.
By me he’s overdone!
Toon Word’s where he screws little kids,

‘cause he’s Michael Jackson!

 

{{Chorus}}
Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Solo Improv}}
GX is bullshit!
5Ds is unfit!

Xezal’s my armpit!
Arc-V is crazy s***!

 

Synchros are dumb!
Xyzs make me numb!
Pendulums are scum!
Link Summon’s a bad run!

 

Konami’s got no teeth!
It can’t take the heat!
Duelists gotta’ be upbeat!

For the return of Bandit Keith!

 

{{Chorus}}
Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Solo}}
My name’s Bandit Keith,

Kid I got you beat,

‘Gainst me there’s no retreat.

Go, Barrel Dragon,

Grind ‘im to minced meat!

 

Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Chorus}}
Nobody is my friend,
I always set the trend,

I make no amends.

I’ll take gay ass Yugioh

And make it great again!

 

{{Coda}}
Bringin’ in the pain.

Bringin’ in the pain.

I’m Bandit Keith,

I’ll make Yugioh great again.

 

Bringin’ in the pain.

Bringin’ in the pain.

Bringin’ in the pain.

Make Yugioh great again.




#6958941 DEMOLISHED

Posted by MewMew3 on 09 December 2016 - 02:01 PM

A user from the Pojo Forums named Aarikku suggested I posted a summary and table of contents of my work to make it more popular. I did it for my very first fanfic, Yugioh City of Dreams. Now I am doing it for my second, Yugioh Journey Through Kemet (Both went by different names.) I gave every chapter some revision to make the story better. My writing was much more awkward back in the day.

Edited all chapters. Summary of story here:

 

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Prologue

Heishin, a power hungry general makes a deal with the Devil to get dark magical powers.

 

Duel 1

Heishin takes over Egypt. His sissy son, Hassan, escapes.

 

Duel 2

Maya and Jolene go to a rave dance party in Chicago. They get drunk.

 

Duel 3

Maya f***s up her exhibition duel the way Eminem f***ed up his rap battle at the start of 8 Mile.

 

Duel 4

Hassan finds Maya in jail, sends her to Iceland. He thinks she's special because he dreamed about her. Maya and Yukio meet their friendly rival Stella and her teammates. They add a girl named Sophia to their crew to make their own team.

 

Duel 5 

Matthew makes a deal with the Devil to get magic powers too.

 

Duel 6

Kaiba and Pegasus host a 12 day tournament in Egypt. Egypt is a dictatorship in a state of chaos, you say? Makes better ratings!

 

Duel 7

The team goes to Egypt! Maya has her first duel with Seeker, that one guy who used an Exodia Deck.

 

Duel 8

Maya pwns Seeker.

 

Duel 9

Maya pwns a pathetic drug addict because she's cheaper than Mr. Krabs. 

 

Duel 10

Stella and her lesbian life partner Willow duel Yukio and Sophia in a tag team duel. The Saints (Mathias, Maximus, and Ivy), a team of weirdos who love buffalo chicken pizza, call dibs on dueling the winning team.

 

Duel 11

Sophia feels down because she's a shrinking violet with self-confidence issues. Her teammates give her a pep talk and she proceeds to decimate her opponents.

 

Duel 12

The Saints pwn Maya and Yukio. 

 

Duel 13

Pegasus flirts with Kaiba over tea and crumpets. The Saints invite our emo heroes to eat buffalo chicken pizza.

 

Duel 14

Ghouls turn Assiut into a rave dance party. They kidnap Akira, some annoying Weebo, and Sophia.

 

Duel 15

Umbra and Lumis, those two annoying Ghouls who are always together, force Akira to duel Maya. Akira is tasteless enough to run Turbo Towers, so Maya makes a quick example of him.

 

Duel 16

Alexis, Matthew's abused girlfriend, duels Yukio. Alexis is tasteless enough to run Nekroz, so Yukio pwns her.

 

Duel 17

Bandit Keith is now a Ghoul. He cheats to beat Sophia in a duel and tries to rape her. 

 

Duel 18

Not every duelist survived the Ghouls' rave dance party, so the survivors stick together in a village. Maya gets angry and jealous over lily white Sophia getting so much sympathy. Yukio calls Maya a b****. Maya calls Yukio a failed manchild. All three make up by the end of the chapter.

 

Duel 19

Yukio duels Weevil, also known as bug boy.

 

Duel 20

Yukio squashes bug boy.

 

Duel 21

Maya duels Rex, also known as dino dork.

 

Duel 22 

Maya tears dino dork a new cloaca. 

 

Duel 23

Sophia duels Mathias, the wannabe walking meme generator.

 

Duel 24

Sophia turns Mathias into a lolcow.

 

Duel 25

Hassan grows a pair and goes back to Egypt to give his country back to the people.

 

Duel 26

Maya and Yukio get down but you can't see any of it because 4Kids.

 

Duel 27

Ghouls commence rave dance party #2 in Luxor.

 

Duel 28

Back in Chicago, two Ghouls invite Jolene and JC to the rave dance party. Jolene and JC say no.

 

Duel 29

Seeker tries to beat Mathias. Dies.

 

Duel 30

Maya and Yukio, Yugioh's best dysfunctional couple by far, duel Umbra and Lumis. They get into a catfight and nearly lose.

 

Duel 31 

Maya and Yukio divorce... then get back together to pwn Umbra and Lumis. 

 

Duel 32

Keith tries to rape Sophia again. Sophia has enough and rapes him instead.

 

Duel 33

Heishin kidnaps Maya and pushes her down a pit to get the story's MacGuffin. Fails.

 

Duel 34

Maya lies at the bottom of a pit for 3 days contemplating suicide. She decides to be the next Messiah instead.

 

Duel 35

After escaping a deep, dirty pit, Maya takes a hot bath and gets some well-needed nap time. Hassan, the Saints, and Maya go to Cairo to defeat Heishin. The Saints beat up Matthew and Alexis because those two little prep school shits are more annoying than Jaden is. Maya shoots Heishin in the head.

 

Duel 36 (Post merged, so it has 2 chapters.) 

Maya feels bad about killing a cruel dictator, an action that saved thousands of lives. Hassan, tired of everyone's bullshit, sends all duelists to the airport to deport them. Our heroes get back together to get ready for the finals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




#6557738 Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Wild's Call

Posted by MewMew3 on 29 January 2015 - 05:37 AM

I love choices of pokemon and the fact that you describe many instead of just outright naming them.

 

 

 
That's a very good quality since most writers just won't bother with a good description.

I hate, hate, hate info dumps. I don't feel comfortable writing them, so I want to avoid them if I can for the most part. 
 

 

 

Me too. They're a necessary evil. The only way to deal with them well is to careful decide what information to leak and when to keep the suspense going.

 




#6087423 Legend of the White Dragon

Posted by MewMew3 on 07 December 2012 - 03:43 AM

Duel 5 – Among Fish As Among Men

Father and daughter sat jam-packed in a train of countless faces in one of the many subways of New York City. The dirty steel train roared, buckled, and bobbed wildly as it streaked underground. Father checked his bag of files for the hundredth time today. All the credentials were there: His resume, his legal citizenship, immaculate records of his previous jobs, even his university thesis. He held in front of him the means to claim a job with the fraction of the lucre and benefits as his old one as biochemist. He would take no chances. There was no room for error, absolutely none. All this raced in his head but if one looked at him they would only see a cold mask.

Maya, his daughter, was not here. She seemed to stare fixedly at a point far away, her eyes slightly widened, her arms tense and fidgeting as if trying to break away from chains while her legs kicked in the air. Father shook his head. She looked demented and Maya in one her crazed trances were the last thing he wanted right now, but he was no mood to reprimand her in front of a million strangers. 

Father gently nudged her. “What are you thinking about?”

Maya shook her head.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing. Leave me alone.”

Father felt like he was prying open a clam. Could he please know at least one thing that went inside his daughter’s head! They were completely lost with each other. Then it struck him. Don’t force the turtle out. Encourage it come out. “When I was young my father would sometimes take me fishing and –“

“Not interested.”

Hold on.” He rebuked sternly enough to get her attention. “My father would talk about the fish of the sea as if they were people, kind of like in a Dr. Seuss book. I know you like riddles and games, so I made some for you to figure out." He cleared his throat, then approached her with his riddle. "A schooling of suspicion is the best schooling. A beautiful fish is always a poisonous fish. A flounder is a fool; it only looks one way. Never trust the flying fish; they can never escape the ocean that bore them. Sharks are your friends; they eat all the bad fish.”

“If beautiful fish are the most poisonous fish, then why puffer fish and lion are fish the most poisonous? Flounders look from the bottom up, so why does it matter? Flying fish escape the ocean not out of cowardice, so what’s the problem?”

“Are you now giving riddles to my riddles?”

“No, I’m just questioning your questions.”

 

The train made a stop. Dozens of people flowed in and out of the train, kind of fish in a two way current. Maya decided to play a little game of her own. She stuck her worn out boot through the open door as the automated voice chimed, "Stand behind the closing doors, please." The doors collided at her boot, and were forced to open again. The doors shut and open a few times more, making the passengers grumble and yell at her. Maya shot back at them, asking them where they were really going and if they truly wanted to be here. Everyone shouted in the negative until she finally obliged them.  
 

Father threw his arms in the air. Was she annoying him on purpose? "We'll arrive at the DIViant Bros. company soon. Get ready. We will be meeting the CEO himself, a very rare opportunity. Be at your best behavior. You may even meet his son. No room for error.”

“Just so you can use me as a pawn to seal your ties with the upper class.” Maya said.

“Yes. I’m a horrible evil bastard but you know you're as manipulative as I am. You know there’s no other way.”

In a matter of minutes they were in the antechamber of a tall building, glowing with the warm colors of bronze, cedar, and alabaster. They quickly ran into the restrooms to change from their usual clothes into their newly rented suits and they soared the elevator into an employment office high above. The office was like a fishbowl. Everything was so straight, steely, cold, and clean it was unreal.

A short man dressed in an expensive, refined suit and with thick, black hair overgelled in a fashion disturbingly familiar to father’s, entered into the small office. He shook father’s hands with a large, congenial smile. “Hello Mr. Aleksandar Bozo…”

“Bozuslowski.” Father pronounced for him.

“Right. I’m Derrick Carter, the CEO of this company. And you are…” He turned to Maya.

Father gestured to her. “My daughter, Marina.”

Maya blew a grin out of proportion just for him. "HELLO! NICE TO MEET YOUUUUU!" She greeted him with all the sincerity she could muster. "I LOVE you're suit! Such sophistication and taste! Did you get it Brioni's? Must have cost at least a thousand! You can buy the man as much as you can buy the suit!"

 

She shook Mr. Carter's hand emphatically. The rich man chuckled to father. "You're daughter is certainly enthusiastic!" To Maya he said, “Nice to meet you. Do you duel? You must have heard about my son, Matthew. He’s a real expert at the game. He keeps winning tournament after tournament. Opponent’s just roll right in front of him.”

“I agree.” Maya said in good cheer. “He is the kind of man who holds his principles above the crowd. He fights people of his own strength, face to face, as a real man should. He must have pulled up those bootstraps to get where he is now. Too many rich kids just buy their way into school, you know."

Father faked a smile. “That’s enough.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” Mr. Carter replied. “There’s nothing wrong with Ms. Marina showing enthusiasm for her favorite duelist. Uh-hum!” He turned his attention to father. “Mr. Bozuslowsky, your experience in biochemistry certainly makes you eligible for hiring. You once made biochemical weapons for KaibaCorp before it became a gaming company. We even hold some of Mr. Kaiba's shares today, but we're still in the arms dealing business. Let’s talk this through.” Mr. Carter led father into a boardroom behind them with a panorama view of the city outside and closed the door.

Maya was left to her own designs. She pulled out her notebook and began to work on her music, her viola solo piece. With her inspiration died down she was able to approach the music cerebrally and build its structure.

 

Somewhere within the sparse, gray, skeletal crows and magpies within her introduction she found the building blocks for her idea, the seed from which the whole plant will germinate. D C# F# A. It was alright. She even found a design for the whole movement: Intro A B A B A. But that was merely the first movement. What about the rest? Hmm... 

Her cell phone rank. She was forced to pick it up. “Hello?”
 

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JC: I have to talk to you! Something really terrible happened!

MAYA: You now got kicked out of Burger King?

JC: No this is serious! My Dueling Network account got deleted! Everything is lost! My videos, my duels, my followers! Everything’s gone! Not only that, but everyone else’s too! You, me, Jolene, Yukio; it’s all gone!

MAYA: Damn!

JC: I have no idea who did this! I don’t know what to do! Next Friday all four of us meet up in my basement! We’ve got to do something!




#6073264 Legend of the White Dragon

Posted by MewMew3 on 19 November 2012 - 04:30 AM


These are like the duels in the show: overdramatic and ridiculous. But that's absolutely okay. smile.png


Of course. It's YGO. wink.png Next chapter:


Duel 4 – Counterattack!! – The First Idol Shatters

Miguel chuckled to himself, content in his victory while Maya lay cold, stone still on the ground, her arm and lef dangling precariously from the edge of the platform. It was as if she was on a steel beam hundreds of feet in the air. A small push away from a plummet to her death.

 

A voice rang in her head, “Come on! Get up! You can still do it! You have to do something! Even if you have 1 Life left. Fight! Live!” Jolene’s voice!

Another voice, “Don’t let that two-bit punk beat you! He barks big but he's a small dog!” Yukio’s voice!

Maya got up. She was still in the game. “I activated this trap when your monsters attacked me: Nutrient Z. I gained 4000 life points just before they were subtracted, leaving me with 50 Life left.”

Miguel shook his fist in frustration. “You ugly –“

“Obnoxious dyke? Can you please come up with another insult?”

Jolene shouted at Maya from the crowd. “You made an amazing move! Now roast this marshmallow so hard we’ll eat smores after the duel!”

Yukio thrust his fist in the air. “Kick this hyperactive lobotomized egotistical overinflated baboon’s red ass back in Matthew's blowhole where you found him!”

 

The duel continued.


Maya: 50 || Miguel: 3950

 

MIGUEL'S TURN: “Pfft! Whatever! I set two cards face down. And my turn is over.” Two cards appear facedown in front of him. 
 

MAYA'S TURN: She has only one card in her hand. She looks a little shaky but smartens up. “I will find a way to beat you.” She says more to herself than to her opponent. “The answer is somewhere in my deck, maybe even in yours.” I set one card face down. Turn end.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: “I’ll put you down once and for all. I tribute my Zaborg the Thunder monarch to summon Zaborg the Thunder Monarch!” The first monarch in gold and white armor vanishes and is replaced by a second one. It gathers electricity in its hands unto a thunderbolt and hurls it at – being no monster to hit on Zarathustra’s field, it hits Gigagagio instead. The muscle bound reptilian soldier screams before being completely disintegrated. 

 

Volcano stares, baffled, his eyes wide open. “B-But how! 

 

It is Maya's turn to smirk. “Your mind's a simple program. Your entire strategy is a basic string of commands. Revive Treeborn Frog. Tribute for Monarch. Revive Treeborn Frog. Tribute for Monarch. Rinse. Lather. Repeat. You duel as mindlessly as you eat at McDonalds."

 

Miguel winces as if punched in the face, small squeaks come from between his teeth. "We'll see who the dumb duelist is, stupid! Monarchs, attack!" Both monsters leap, their fists withdrawn for the kill.

“I activate Tornado Wall!” Maya counters. Some of the waters surrounding them separate from the rest of the ocean scene, whirling and twisting until they form vortexes. The monarchs repel back by their force. “As long as A Legendary Ocean is in play, I'm safe.”

MAYA'S TURN: “I draw. I set another card face down.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: "Who's the coward now? Monarchs, attack!” His flunkies jump for another attack but are brushed away by the watery barrier.

MAYA'S TURN: She sees Miguel is clearly frustrated and his attack was just a way of lashing out. Good. “I set one more card face down. Turn end.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: “Yes! I found a way to beat you! I tribute Grandmarg the Rock Monarch to summon Kuraz the Light Monarch!” The apish golem vanishes and a golden-colored golem takes its place. Its armor is like Zaborg’s except it shines and radiates light rather than conducts thunder. (ATK 2400) “When Kuraz is summoned I can destroy two cards you control. You get to draw two cards but I don’t see you using those any time soon. Now Kuraz, destroy her Legendary Ocean and Tornado Wall!” The monarch of light spreads it arms and both cards burn away under brilliant light. Everyone is transported back to the arena.

“You know, you could have just destroyed A Legendary Ocean. Tornado Wall would’ve died. But then again, I’m not surprised.” Maya rebukes him.

“OMG STFU!" Miguel yells, "Monarchs, attack!” His beasts join up to smite the offender.

“I activate Waboku.” Maya counters. A gathering of priestesses materializes. They chant a spell and their white magic creates a barrier to deflect the monarch’s attack. 

MAYA'S TURN: “Thanks for giving me two extra cards. You can only duel as long as you can continue your loop, so I will stop one of your commands. I activate Dark Hole! Destroy all of his monsters!” Volcano eeps meekly as a black vortex appears at the middle of the platform, dragging his monarchs to oblivion. 

“I-I activate My Body As A Shield!” Miguel stammers. “I-I pay up some life points and my monarchs are saved!” (LP 3950 à 2450) Energy sprouts from his body and forms an astral image of himself. The golem-sized ghost slips itself between the abyss and the monarchs, preventing them from being sucked in.

“I counter with Solemn Judgment!" Maya rebukes him. "By paying half of my life points I stop your spell!” Three austere old sages dressed in the ancient Biblical robes grace the field with their appearances. With a chant and a judicious wave of their hands the astral form of VolcanoMan shrinks into nothing. Free from any barrier, the monarchs fall into the abyss. Volcano’s field is empty. 

“I'll will beat you right now!” Maya boldly declares. It is now time to be fearless. “I remove four monsters from my graveyard to special summon two Fenrirs.” From the cave-like graveyard in her duel disk four ghostly spheres fly out. From the ground two puddles form and out of those puddles rise two white, snarling wolfs with icy blue eyes. “My first Fenrir, attack him directly SEDITIOUS SLASH!!! The first wolf pounces at Volcano full speed.

“I activate Scapegoat!” Miguel desperately calls out four small, sleepy eyed sheep, all of different colors, none of any threat. Both wolves leap at two of the sheep and devour them instantly. “I end my turn.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: He is backed in a corner. This is his only chance. “I draw!”

!!!!!!

A loud, shrill ring hits everyone’s ears. The judge overseeing the duel bloes his large, silver whistle. “That is an illegal move. “ He declares. “If Fenrir successfully destroys one of your monsters in battle you cannot draw a card during your Draw Phase due to Fenrir’s effect.”

“I can’t stop you from summoning your Treeborn Frog and I can’t stop you from summoning your monarchs, but I can stop you from drawing them.” Maya explains to him, folding her arms.

Miguel shakes his head. “No! It can’t be! I resurrect Treeborn Frog with its effect!” The all-too familiar small green frog returned. “Please” He says to himself. ”Let there be a miracle. Let the Heart of the Cards answer me. I am a warrior of the light, a true duelist!"

 MAYA'S TURN: “You're a consumer in a club made by businesses just to make you a loyal customer. I play Monster Reborn and revive Gigagagigo, the very monster you turned against me.” Her faithful armored lizard soldier materialized once again on her field. “I attack Treeborn Frog and your two Sheep Tokens! Destroy them!” The two Fenrirs pounce on and demolish the two sheep. Gigagagigo shatters Treeborn Frog with one punch.

MIGUEL'S TURN: Paralyzed. He can’t draw. He can’t defend himself. He can’t do anything.

ZARATHUSTRA – Time to move for the kill! “This is your end. Go play with ten years at Toy's R Us. Direct attack with all my monsters! Finish him!” All three monsters strike him all at once with a powerful collective blow. He teeters precariously, losing his balance. TIMMMMMBEEEEER! The titan crashes to the ground, unleashing a glorious earthquake like frantic applause. 

 

Maya: 25 || Miguel: 0

 

The audience was reduced to silence, left choking in their own shock.

“And the winner of this duel is none other than our bold newcomer!” The judge declared. Bright lights and exploding sparkling dust erupted from the corners of the stage. A stray few in the audience began to clap, slowly and cautiously, but became more open and bold. The rest of the audience hissed and booed them and their new duelist. Matthew threw his hands up in the air as if he didn't know what to make of the situation, then vanished.

Maya tiptoed to the unconscious goliath, sprawled all over the other side. She took his deck and picked his pockets and jacket for any extra cards or money she could find and silently hopped down to the ground. Jolene rushed to her and they gave each other a quick hug – Then they stopped, realizing how embarrassing and hokey it was, let alone with Yukio watching it.

The two friends hurried back to JC’s Dungeon as quickly as they could to tell him of their victory. They burst inside, panting like dogs. “Guys!” Jolene shouted. “Maya just beat Miguel!”

No one paid heed. A whole new group of people gathered in front of the only computer there, with none other than JC himself sitting up front. They were on the Dueling Network on JC’s channel. Displayed for all to see were videos of JC’s last several duels. Maya could see they were automatically uploaded to his channel by the tournament organizers because of their HD quality, unlike the other videos crowded in his channel, which were mostly his excessive and obscene rants.

JC was on a roll. “Look at that! Look at that s*** right now! Look at me beat down that little kid right there! Right there! OW! Poor sucker! – Look at this! Here’s my duel against a former Regional Champ! Watch me smite this goon with my Master of Oz all pumped up! OW! 8000 damage right there! Goddamn I’m a sexy mothergrapeer!”

“Um, technically its ATK is really 7900 because – “

“SHUT UP!”

Maya prodded JC with her finger. JC swiveled his large, black, comfy chair – shaped like the throne of a James Bond supervillain. “WHAT!?

“I just beat Miguel, the champion of Westside Mall. It was a really tough duel but I came out on top.” 

JC laughed. “You beat a mall champion? How amusing! Here, let me give you a pat in the head! I’m so proud of you! Oh and by the way, about one tenth a portion of all your winnings goes to the team to be accessed by everyone.” He yanked a handful of the cards Maya just won and took one twenty-dollar bill. “We don’t have the luxury to be elitist snobs like other teams. Everyone most contribute. We’re socialists who hate America so that’s how we roll.”

Maya was crushed but two tired to fight back. She really was proud of beating Miguel. She opened her account after JC had his laugh and, surely enough, her duel with Miguel was uploaded in HD. She replayed the duel a few times, feeling good about her hard won success.

JC loomed behind her. “Actually, that’s not a bad duel. Smart handling of the situation. How many followers do you have?”

Maya looked at a small corner of the screen.

“You have only one follower? HA HA HA HA!”

“Look who’s talking. You have like what, twelve disciples?”

Twelve hundred, mind you. So yeah, I’m a pretty impressive guy.”

“Twelve hundred is not a lot.” Jolene corrected. “Mathew – that guy who conned everybody at the mall – has about five hundred thousand.”

JC backed off dramatically. “WHOA! WHOA THERE! Mathew is another story altogether. We’ll deal with him later.”

Maya searched her friends channels just to compare. Yukio had 10 followers, Jolene had 3, JC, true to his word, had about 1200. She glazed over the channels of Matthew and someof his Shining Crusaders. Their counts were far more massive, by the thousands. Miguel was a random loser from the street by comparison. He wasn’t even part of team. He had only 120 followers.

Their duel was also uploaded on his channel, including a... "commentary" he made about said duel. Out of a morbid curiosity Maya went to see what he had to say.

BULLIED BY DARK DUELIST
 

 

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[…]Today I lost to this nasty b****. […] She kept calling me names. She kept trying to intimidate me. She even had her dyke lesbian friend to cheer her own with her “Grrrl Power!” mantras with her beta male boyfriend. What grapeing hoes! Those self-centered, whiny, selfish, ignorant b****es! Those pomegranates need to give that guy’s ball’s back and he needs to GTFO but bang those hoes into submission first! […]


 

“Talk about being butthurt” Jolene snarked. “Wanna go to a thrift store and smoke a bit?"

“I can’t. I need to run errands with my dad tomorrow. Did you do the Calculus and Physics homework? Because I did all of my Literature, History, and French homework. We’ll swap as we usually do.” 
 

Yukio tapped her on the shoulder before she left. He said, "You did a really did a great job there. Making a come back with only 25 Life is not something many duelists can do. Most guys collapse at anything lower than 500. It really inspired me. Keep fighting for what you believe in.

Maya gave Yukio the warmest hug she could, with Jolene joining in. JC hollared at them, "GAAAAAAAAAY!" Nobody listened to him.




#6066311 Legend of the White Dragon

Posted by MewMew3 on 11 November 2012 - 04:29 AM


I have to say, the writing here is superb and the plot started out with a solid classic debut, but then the second chapter completely shifted from the classic formula into something new and innovative - a philosophical approach to the game as opposed to the standard duel because it's fun motif. Although I personally didn't enjoy the first duel that much, the rest of the story makes up for it. I especially like Jolene's rants, they're quite entertaining. Good luck with your future chapters.


The first duel was meant to be bad to show how much she sucks.


Didn't see this coming. I also didn't see Maya agree to join the club, but more importantly, why would she want to run around, wreaking havoc? Confusing.


It's not about wrecking havoc it's about feeling frustrated, alienated, and disenfranchized. She's an emo artsy pimple-faced reject 17 year old. What else did you think she would do?

SailMaster and Sim, I'm glad you are enjoying and following this. Anyway now...

Duel 3 – First Steps

Maya stooped low with her net wipes, carefully massaging the cards and game cartridges inside the display case. Casey, the store manager, couldn’t bear to see his precious collections tainted in any way, even through too much cleaning. This was Game Stop in Manhattan Mall, Maya’s best odd job. 

But it was a beautiful place here, a vibrant, fun atmosphere. Two boys were duking it out in a Super Smash Bros. Melee tournament held in the store. The mall gave this electrifying feeling, like some great arena where all the best players would come together to compete in all sorts of games. 

Well, the cream of it. People where Maya lived and went to school just dueled on the street or in the schoolyard or in a basketball court. That’s where she saw JC and Yukio duel once, and JC totally creamed him. The highest prize was fifty dollars while the best card at Game Stop cost a whooping $500. No wonder JC was crazy. There was no way to climb up, almost as if – A commercial break on the nearby television.

Melodramatic synthetic strings with a rap beat behind play in the background. “When you duel...” A young man of pasty white skin, oiled brown hair, wearing an expensive suit steps outside an immaculate penthouse apartment and descends down his skyscraper castle. “When things get tough...” He emerges from the garage below in a powerful, sleek jet-black car, plowing through the city. “The tough get going!” – Cut to mid-duel with a comically degenerate drag queen, an obvious foil to our hero, stealing rare cards from two people by a strip club. “SEIZE THE POWER OF CHOAS!!” The young man triumphantly plays Black Luster Soldier – Envoy of the Beginning and slaughters his opponents. He shows his epic card, blazing in front of him, waiting to be grabbed by the viewer. “Chaos, the power of a true duelist!” 

 

Not too far away there was a McDonalds. Inside sat a golem just awoken from his millennia old slumber, a mountain made of flesh. He made JC look absolutely minuscule. His haircut and sideways cap made his head look like a pencil butt. Wrapped around his Xtra Large Coke™ were several wet cards, prized weapons of his defeated opponents, taped together. He was the mighty Miguel, duel monsters champion of Manhattan Mall. He lived one floor beneath Maya and her father, just beneath the floor of their apartment. 

His face glued to its food, the golem reached into the toxic wasteland in front of him and stuffed a Big Mac™ into his mouth and chewed.

Sickly, weak pulsating noises…

Sickly, weak pulsating noises…

Sickly, weak pulsating noises…

 

A handsome young man stepped up to an arena at the center of the mall, gazing at the audience around him with a quiet confidence. I was the same young man in the commercial, the same young man Maya lost to a few days ago: Matthew.

A throng of duelists who gathered round to see him, the center of the axis. An emerging giant, Matthew laid waste to one tournament after the other. The State Championship was his and the Nationals were just a breadth away. And it showed in his proud white academy uniform. Two large men, wearing dark glasses and dark green suits, flanked behind him; his personal bodyguards. Matthew drew his followers closer by talking. 

 

"Greetings duelists! I welcome you all to this special event. The dueling world is not what it used to be. We have abandoned the true duelist and have become tainted by darkness. A true duelist does not cheat during a duel. A true duelist does not steal or pirate cards and gear from our stores. A true duelist does stake money or other antis. A true duelist never backs down from a duel. A true duelist never disrespects his many friends. A true duelist is never alone.

Those without the light are forever swallowed into the darkness, wandering hopelessly for all eternity. This isn’t just some fairy tale to scare you into obeisance. Evil duelists would challenge Yugi in dark game and received their punishments. Countless of duelists who became wicked would fall into a coma in an alleyway. They arrived there by the bad choices they made in life and were judged thusly. Coincidence? I don’t think so."

The tension in a huge, mountain-sized obese man wearing a small baseball cap next to Maya was palpable. “Uh-oh. I don’t wanna’ end up in the shadow realm. What do I do?”

 

Such comments perplexed Maya as much as they irked her. Jolene and Yukio just arrived to Gamestop to say hello before commenting on Matthew's gathering.

 

Yukio scratched his head in confusion. "What in Lucifer's name is this? Why is some academy kid turning a card game into a cult?"

 

Maya wondered about that too. She posited, "Matthew is guilting people to give him money. Charities do it all the time. And if you put people in a made up in crowd you'll hook them for life."

 

"I took a business elective course in college prep." Jolene commented. "I think it's called a target market."

 

But there is hope. Me and my team have never lost a duel because we always duel honorably and always have the back of his friends. You, too, can be a true duelist. Burn away the darkness! Team Shining Crusaders is now in town! This is the TRUTH! We are now holding the Phoenix Challenge, a fun little duel puzzle where the winner will get $300. All you have to do is make a small donation that will go to children’s hospitals around the world. Thank you for supporting us in our time of need.

A picture of a handsome but paternally stern young man with the highest white regalia of the Academy showed on a big screen behind Phoenix. The went wild. They roared in affirmation, so deafening nothing else could be heard but their unified consent. They threw their fists in the air, chanting “YUGI! YUGI! YUGI!”

 

The huge audience lined up in anticipation. One member after another processed through, faced the challenge, and lost. Maya seized the chance to make decent money for a change, creeping out of Game Stop with Jolene and Yukio, and before she knew it the crown thrust her in the arena. 

 

Black Luster Soldier – Envoy of the Beginning staring down at her. The huge, heavily armored soldier was one of the strongest and most iconic monsters in the game. The puzzle? To use her limited resources to get past the opponent’s monster and reduce its life points to zero before the turn ended.

 

Maya: 100 || TEST: 4000

Maya’s hand:
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Tribute to the Doomed (Spell Card): Discard 1 card. Destroy 1 monster on the field.
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Chiron the Mage (EARTH/Beast-Warrior/Lv. 4/1800 ATK/1000 DEF): Once per turn: You can discard 1 Spell Card to target 1 Spell/Trap Card your opponent controls; destroy that target.
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Megamorph (Equip Spell Card): While your Life Points are lower than your opponent's, the original ATK of the 
equipped monster is doubled. While your Life Points are higher, the original ATK of the equipped monster is halved.
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Amazoness Swords Woman (EARTH/Warrior/Lv. 4/1500 ATK/1300 DEF): Your opponent takes all Battle Damage that you would have taken from a battle involving this card.
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Maya spoke to herself, her gears grinding, “Chiron and Amazoness obviously can’t beat BLS. I need to remove it with Tribute. Then either monster equipped with Megamorph should win the challenge. But neither of them, even when equipped, will have enough ATK. Unless… I use Amazoness in a different way!”

“I activate Megamorph and equip it to none other than Black Luster Soldier!” The soldier became surrounded by a fierce lightning aura and doubled in size, looking even more intimidating than before. “I summon Amazoness Swords Woman! Appear!” A busty, bronze, scantily clad warrior woman manifested on the stage.

“Amazoness Swords Woman, attack Black Luster Soldier!” Maya boldly declared. SERRATTED SABER SLASH!!! The amazon pounced at the mighty soldier-giant as a leopard, sword drawn out for the kill –

A face down card Maya didn’t see revealed itself: Skill Drain. The battle suspended in mid air, frozen in time briefly enough for a red aura to drain the energy away from both monsters. With Amazoness’ effect negated, all the damage would go back to Maya.

With an effortless contemptuous swing of its large sword, the giant soldier cleaved the amazon in half. The shockwave from the attack threw Maya back and slammed her to the ground. Maya cursed at herself for not seeing that face down Skill Drain, but realized that even if she did there was nothing she could have done. Only then did she realize the game was rigged.

 

Maya: 0 || TEST: 4000

 

"Seems you didn’t pay up.” Matthew said behind her. “That’ll be twenty dollars.”

“No, you rigged the game.” Maya protested. “Even if I played the winning combo there was still card to prevent me from going through. You designed it to have no true solution.” 

The audience stood for a moment in shock and then started to boo. Matthew was appalled. "I faced you the other day and you lost. Now you're making excuses, something a true duelist never does. Take her away."

Frightened and outraged, Maya tried to jump one of the guards who surrounded her in the face. The guard effortlessly caught Maya’s hand and twisted her wrist with ease. The two guards dog piled her, burying her on the ground with their knees. They wrenched her deck and gave it Phoenix who held up high as a trophy to the jeering audience and threw it to Miguel. The huge, mountain sized man caught it with a large, greasy hand.

One desperate option remained. “Hey fatass!” Maya roared. “I challenge you to a duel!” The audience stopped.

 

Miguel ascended the dueling platform. His huge, intimidating body could now be entirely seen. “You have any idea who I am? I'm the mall champion. You must either have balls or be stupid to challenge me in my domain! What’s your rank?”

"Do you have a rank, mall champ?" Maya retorted. "Didn't think so. We duel for our decks. If I win, I take your entire deck. If I lose, you take mine.”  

The entire audience burst into laughter. “I’m surprised anyone would be want to duel you, you ugly and obnoxious dyke.” Miguel guffawed. “No wonder you got floored today. Zero out of ten. Wouldn’t bang. It’s not like you have a deck to duel me with anyway.”

“So you're a coward? A true duelist does not run away from battle, remember?"

 

Miguel's face turned red. He accepted the challenge. Matthew ordered the guards to release Maya and hand her her deck. The crowd buzzed in expectation while cameras hovered into place to record the duel live for the whole dueling world to see online.
 

Maya: 4000 || Miguel: 4000

 

MAYA'S TURN: She draws her first card. “I summon Mermaid Knight in attack mode!” Under the dazzling white lights and whirring sounds of the holographic systems, the amazonian mermaid wielding a saber appears. “I set two cards face down. Turn end.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: “That’s it? What a weak move. Suits a half-pint like you. I summon Cyber Dragon!” A long and thick cybernetic serpent manifests. “Because I don’t have any monsters on my field I can special summon this bad boy. But there’s more. I tribute Cyber Dragon to summon Mobius the Frost Monarch!” Cyber Dragon disappears in a vortex on the floor and is a towering, apish beast ironclad in icy blue armor takes its place. 

“When Mobius is summoned it destroys two backrow cards!” The monarch waves its hand in a stormy blizzard Zarathustra’s two cards are blown away. She grimaces. He sneers. “Go Mobius, smash the ugly, obnoxious dyke’s dyke monster! BLIZZARD CRUSHER!!! Mobius pounds Mermaid Knight to the ground, crushing her. Zarathustra winces at the destruction of her monster and the total clearing of her field, much to Volcano’s delight. (LP 4000 -> 3100)

“Now I play Foolish Burial. I select one monster in my deck and sent it to the graveyard.” He proceeds and dumps one monster, sneering. He followed every step to complete his plan. She doesn’t stand a chance! “And I end my turn.”

MAYA'S TURN: Miguel already summoned a massive monster, and a Monarch no less! Her forehead grows moist… Her arms and legs freeze… Icy drops… “I set one monster face down and one card face down.” Two large, holographic cards the size of her body manifests.“Turn end.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: “I can’t believe you didn’t give up yet. Stupid little duelists like you should disappear. I activate the Treeborn Frog’s effect. If have no spell or trap cards on my field my little froggy revives.” He takes a card out of his graveyard, a dark compartment inside the duel disk and places it on the portable tray. A small, leaf green frog with budding wings and a small appears. (DEF 100)

“Now I tribute my Treeborn Frog to summon Grandmarg the Rock Monarch!” The leaf green frog disappears and another apish beast, this time clothed in earth brown armor, towers in its place. “When this monarch is summoned it destroys any face down card I choose.” Granmarg rasies a boulder with one arm and smashes Zarathustra’s face down monster. Volcano imperiously waves his hand. “Grandmarg, attack her! Wipe her out! GRANITE CRUSHER!!!

“I activate my face down card: Call of the Haunted!" Maya counters. "I revive Mother Grizzley!” An eerie spirit ball floats out of her graveyard and becomes a whole physical being: a large, teal-colored bear.  Granmarg’s fist collides with the bear. (LP: 3100 -> 2100) “When Mother Grizzly is destroyed by battle, I can summon any WATER monster with 1500 or less ATK from my deck, and I choose another Mother Grizzly!” A second bear materializes to replace the first.

"Mobius, crush the second Mother Grizzly!” Miguel commands, and the monarch’s fist collides, shattering the bear instantly. (LP: 2100 -> 1100)

 

“I summon Star Boy with Mother Grizzly’s effect!” Maya says. An alien creature, a red starfish with one leering eye and large tentacles underneath it, is summoned. (ATK 550)

Miguel wrinkles his face in contempt. “I end my turn.”

MAYA'S TURN – In relief, she smiles. “Your monarchs are strong, but I finally found a way to beat them. Even better yet, I don’t have to tribute. Normally, my monster is Level 5, but because the Field Spell I just drew, I can summon it as a Level 4. I play A Legendary Ocean!” Slides her spell card in the special sixth slot of the duel disk. The field around them transforms into a new environment! A sunken city beneath a shallow sea appears. Fish dance beneath the sunlight above and above the decaying buildings below. Everything is colored in underwater colors of deep blue, turquoise, and aquamarine, like through stained glass windows.

“Now I summon my monster, Gigagagio!” A large, bulky, and ominous reptilian soldier was summoned. “Its ATK is originally 2450, but with A Legendary Ocean it’s ATK increases by 200 and with Star Boy in play its ATK increases by 500.”

“B-But that means!” Miguel gasps.

“3150 ATK. Gigagagio, kill Mobius! GRAVITY FIST!!! The reptilian jumps on Mobius and dents its armor with its fist, then crushes its head with its hands. The monarch groans and falls to the ground, beaten. Volcano lurches back, as if he himself was hit. (LP: 4000 -> 3950)

“This is all you are, VolcanoMan. You’re nothing more than a litmus test. Once I reach past your 2400 ATK beat sticks you're done. You can churn out as many monarchs as you can but you’ll never stop me. I'll change Star Boy to defense mode and set one card face down. Turn end.”

MIGUEL'S TURN: – Draws. His fear turns into ridicule. “HA! You thought you could beat the monarchs! Well, see about this! I resurrect Treeborn Frog and tribute it to summon my first and best monarch, Zaborg the Thunder Monarch!” Another huge apish brute materializes, this time in gold and white armor with the shoulders joined by an electrical conduit. “When Zaborg is summoned it destroys one monster on the field!” The thunder kind forged a thunderbolt in its hands and threw it at Gigagagio, incinerating it to ashes.

Miguel laughs, “You idiot! You forgot one important thing you n00b, their effects! You can summon the most powerful monster to the field, but as soon as I summon a monarch BAM your dead! You think you’re some genius groundbreaker who will take the world by storm! But it’s time to teach you some REALITY!" 

"I activate Monster Reborn! I choose Gagagagio! Reborn the monster!” A large sapphire ankh levitates above the field. It shines and burns with red light and resurrects Zarathustra’s reptilian warrior with its energies. 

“Reborn the monster?" Maya questioned, "That doesn’t even make any sense?”

“OMG SHUT UP you ugly obnoxious dyke! Go my monsters! Finish off my opponent and win the duel for me!” Zaborg shoots bolts from the blue. Star Boy explodes from the impact. Grandmarg and Gigagagio jump with their combined strength and pummel Zarathustra out of the stage. She falls hard on the ground and slides to the edge of the arena, a hair’s length short of falling out. Miguel thrust his fists into the air to the cheering crowd. “YUSS! I WON!”




#6051538 Legend of the White Dragon

Posted by MewMew3 on 23 October 2012 - 03:47 AM

Duel 2 - Life as Clockwork

 

Grey: the bricks of the buildings, the cement of the sidewalks outside. A cold fall morning. The bedroom shares this gloom. Maya presses the few plastic keys she has on her cheap electronic piano, letting dissonances speak. Squawk! Squawk! Magpies. Crows. Starved, skeletal birds perch on a twisted black tree outside. Solitude, remoteness. A little perching space for crows and magpies.

She turns to warm sunlight and blue skies; a green terraced playing field opens. Overgrown bright yellow flowers veer to the sun as radars; playful man-sized bumblebees and fairy-like bluejays zoom from flower to flower. Barring the many levels, deceptive brick walls and stairs. Cunning illusions, appearing as things they’re not, and at other times vanishing upon touch. The simple and complex, virtuosity, the bright sheen, of Mozart cadenzas and serenades.

A few notes in E-flat major, a wistful yearning from the pit of Hell. – An impulse!!! Presto tremolos and scales; rapid-fire shots spitting flames of red and orange! The birds and bees mutate into monstrous dancing inferi!! Thick chord strokes; a lion’s roar, a jet erupts from the red caverns of the earth! 
HELLFIRE!!! Two notes held a fifth apart, what the viola could allow – simmering, dying down in sonorous vibrations: hot updraft, and quieting down…

Ghostly whisperings echoed from Maya’s mouth. She let the blurry smoke settle until she could see shades of green and red. She reached into the green dirt and pulled out a sprout. As she planned the possibilities of that section the sprout grew a bit, it’s leaves and curls maturing. She pulled a hot, glowing, orange string from the red. She strung them together until she made a curling line of bright green and flaming red.


A B

She was about to scrawl her ideas on a notebook when father sharply racketed at her door. Her ideas vanished. She bit her lip.

“You know I don’t like it when you lock your door. And I hear you making noises again like you’re a schizophrenic. I’m tired of it. Only abnormal people do this. It’s time to cook breakfast and talk about college. Come on!”

Maya stepped out into their Lower East Side Manhattan apartment, one of many prison cells in the project building they lived in, a place so small a few steps took you anywhere. Her mind not with her, Maya let her arms prepare two omelets. She sat on a small circular table opposite her father to eat.

Alexandar Bozuslowsky, was a tall, pale, sinewy man with an already grey hair and mustache. His face was of a noble’s: a broad forehead and lofty, aquiline nose and cheeks with piercing cold, blue eyes. Between father and daughter stood a small, black-framed picture of mother, a woman with kind, warm dark eyes and dark, earthy skin, with a black shawl draped over her head. 

“So how will you get into college?” Father asked, “You’re doing poorly in school and you haven’t taken your SATs yet and it’s your senior year. What’s going on?”

This was going to be fun. “What do you mean I'm doing bad in school? I have only Bs and As. I'll figure something out for the SATs.”

“I hope so. I will absolutely not support you if you don’t get into college. After work you will buy practice books and I will make sure you study every day. Until then, no more music. Period.”

An awkward pause. “Dad, you don't need a 98 average to have a good life. There is so much more to living than top grades. And I need to write music. I want to get into Juilliard.”

“No you don’t. You won’t be getting into any arts college on my watch, unless you want to starve in Williamsburg like your hipster friend Jolene will in a few years. I don’t want anything more to do with your amusements.”

“It’s not amusement!” Maya protested. Had she not been afraid of her father she would have smashed her fist on the tiny table so hard it would have collapses. Was she some stupid child? “I compose for college. I have a huge portfolio. I can write any classical and jazz piece, let alone for Juilliard. I don’t need these worthless SATs. I don’t need to go get a worthless job, working to please some a****** in a suit, living a miserable life like you.”

“Yes you do, Maya. Music is like professional sports. Only a few make it. The rest starve or become piano teachers. Do I need to take you by the hand and force you to do everything right or will you do it yourself? Ever since mom died of cancer my career has been reduced to nothing. Do you understand?”

Maya let her face fall on her hand. "That is your weakness." She grumbled, but didn't dare tell to his face.

Father held her hands tightly and gazed firmly at her. “I only want you to be independent, strong, and happy and live without worry.” She could see in his eyes that he was honest. “Look at us? Our talents are nothing. We can only work with the dirty mob.”

 

Didn’t father realize was the dirty mob? But Maya could only roll with the punches.

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School was a prison, a garrison of small, tightly crowded cells linked together by narrow, packed hallways. Thick metal doors shut in the classrooms, rusty steel beams barred the windows opening to the world outside, supposedly to prevent students from falling out.  Professor Feynman, who had a neatly-trimmed goatee but was nondescript in every other way, scribbled the classical mechanics of macroscopic objects on the chalkboard, bibbling every detail of a thought experiment in very brusque, hushed tone. Supposedly it was about torque a machine needed to rotate a bowling ball ten meters in the moon's gravity? 

 

Maya turned to her notebook, pen on her left hand and paper on the other, scribbling anything but math. She was still working out the rondo-like piece she improvised a few hours ago. How would she transition from the sunlit country of green to the boiling geyser of sulfur red? And what theme could she use to unite the whole piece together? If only she found that, making variations of theme to fit the different moods of her rondo would be a simple task. And did I mention she was setting the music to the timbre and sounds of a viola?   

Feynman stood above her, his shadow looming over her, a tall ugly being, not unlike the academy administrator from last weekend. With a deft hand he swiped away her sparse series of notes. Grumbling, Maya collapsed on her desk.

A small, compact note ungracefully hit her head. She opened it up:
 

 

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It probably sucked didn’t it, you talentless hack? Lol degree in music. Have fun at McDonalds.


 

Maya craned her head. Jolene Summers, a petit, cat-like girl with bright blond hair skimmed with bright red highlights sat distractedly in feigned innocence. Her hands and feet were small and nimble and her sharp, bright green eyes gleaned behind her horn–rimmed glasses.

 

Jolene was the sun as Maya was the moon, and a bright sun she was. As Maya wore used dark clothes; black jackets, combat boots, dark lipstick, and cheap chain necklaces, Jolene wore the latest from Brooklyn Industry; a bright green vest full of pins and colored all sorts of designs on her purse and sneakers with permanent markers. But they always shopped at Search & Destroy together. That was how a bright meadow and a blast furnace became best friends.

 

Maya quickly scribbled her response and handed it back to her.

 

 

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You must have a bright future ahead of you. At least I can write something.

 

 

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So how was the entrance exam? Was the proctor hard cher?


 

 

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A total success. I lost in three rounds to some prick named Matthew.I wish I could be a true duelist but I hate the people who play the game. I’ll never be good enough. I don’t know even if I want to


 

 

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At Duel Prep School they told me to ‘be yourself and never give up!’ But everyone used a Monarch Deck and told me how much I sucked for not using one. I refused to change so I dropped out. That’s just the way Duel Monsters is.


 

“JC, write the answer for question twenty one.” Feynman dragged JC from the back just behind Maya sat. JC, or Jeffrey Cade, was large, fat, dark boy with thick tufts of curly black hair sprawled all over his head and face while his small, mole-like eyes peeped out of his thick, black glasses.

Feynman snatched and crumpled up Maya’s second note. “Both of you have detention.” He briskly handed JC the chalk. “Write.”

JC seemed to feel as hopelessly cramped as Maya did. For some reason, he did something Maya never considered. He snapped. He shattered the chalk against the board and glared at Feynman. He was the only kid big enough to meet him at eye level. “You know what you are old man? You’re just a prop! You’re just a failed man who had his dreams crushed and decided to be a miserable drone to the corporate government system instead! All you do is feed bright impressionable young minds to the ruthless prison industrial complex that is our education system! You're not a great man! You're the Last Man!”

 

Maya and Jolene did a facepalm. They had years of experience with JC's pseudo-philosophy pseudo-activism bullshit, but deep down they felt everything he spoke the truth. Either way, they knew full well where this conversation was going.

 

“You wanna' be a smartass? You have ten detentions!” Feynman cursed. “I am not in the mood for another one of your pretentious rants!”

But that didn’t faze JC. A gifted orator, he gestured to the whole classroom. “You’re nothing but props too! You’re nothing more than slaves with slave morality, processed meat! You’re nothing more than fodder for greedy, fatcat suits with a vampire’s bloodlust for the innocent! You’re constrained by the social norms of the mass media to become cogs in the machine! Can any of you eunuchs dare comprehend the true weight of my doctrine?"

Now the whole class groaned, but a few “brave” souls egged him on. “You tell ‘em JC!” Yukio Fujiwara, a tall punky kid with spiky black hair and a soul patch, hollered from the back of the class.

“Shut up Yukio!” Jolene threw her hiss over Maya’s head to smack her target. “Thanks for getting yourself in trouble idiot!”

Feynman lost it. “ENOUGH! DETENTION FOR THE WHOLE CLASS! THE FOUR OF YOU TO THE OFFICE!” The whole class shook in an uproar, a din echoed through the entire facility, and Feynman promptly threw out the four insurgents.

Maya, Jolene, JC, and Yukio were left twiddling their thumbs in apprehension in the office waiting room. Jolene and Yukio were bickering with each other with the sharp little stings so commonly found in couple. It wasn’t even about what happened at class anymore but something completely random. Meanwhile Maya had a sudden urge to punch JC in the face. She was in no mood to lie to her father about why she was late from school.

JC seemed not to care, his hands locking together in front of his face, his thick eyebrows sternly compressed together, deep in thought… – He suddenly hit Maya with the back of his hand. “Any of you guys duel? Are you warriors or are you part of the motley crowd?”

“I failed my Entrance Exam. Go away.”

“I don’t want jaded professionals anyway. I don’t want facility Gestapo, poisoned by the stench of money and hemmed in by the box of rules. I want teenagers. I want zen stupidity; pure selfish, enlightened, entitled assholishness that grapes authority in the face like it was Pamela Anderson's face. I want vision.”

He was certainly interesting. “JC, even if I could understand you, I wouldn’t." Maya pointed to the door. "The street corner and tinfoil hat are over there.”

“No, hear me out. You, me, Jolene, Yukio, we are broken cogs of the machine. That is why we were thrown out by Feynman the teacher-bot. We are forced to live this giant, fake lie. We get up. We go to school. We do stupid s*** other people force us to do. We sleep. We get up. Who we are is what our parents tell us and who our parents are is what their boss tells them.”

“And your point is…”

“Life is a circle draining to a dead end. I used to care about school, but then I realized it didn’t really matter what I did. I kept trying to be something other people wanted but then I realized it was like chasing the moon. It’s like taping sandwiches on you so you never go hungry again. Do you guys want to be duelists or not?”
 

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JC and his three new followers descended down the antique outdoor steps of a dilapidated apartment building not too far from their school. He took a while to prize open the complex of locks and opened the thick door, leading them to the large cave that was the basement below.

It was a complete mess, filled with a random jumble of different furniture everywhere. Old taped political posters and scribbled acid trip graffiti decorated the red brick and white plaster walls; the largest one was the oddest; a primitive outline of what looked like some kind of lizard man wielding a massive, erect penis. 

 

Scores of old moldy pamphlets of stark black and white pictures and books were littered everywhere. Maya picked the largest pamphlet. It showed a picture of a full moon shining brightly, illuminating a field overgrowing the ruins of what used to be mighty skyscrapers. It’s title: Disintegration. – The only technology present was an old TV with a few Nintendo 64 games and an old Windows XP computer with ludicrously large amplifiers. A huge black flag hung over, emblazoned with fiery red words:

 

JC’s Dungeon

 

“Welcome to my humble abode. What do you think? Isn’t it magnificent!”

Maya could smell the dirt and rotting wood. Jolene wanted to say something nice but fumbled for words.

“You know why I brought you here?" JC spoke, demanding their attention. "Last week I was kicked out of McDonalds in Manhattan Mall, because they were out of ketchup! McDonalds, famous for its fries you put on ketchup, was out of grapeing ketchup! I shouted ‘VIVA LA REVOLUTION!’ I called on the people to fight against McDonalds and to overthrow their corporate masters! And people just stared me, dumbstruck like a bunch of lobotomized cows, like I was crazy! Some big fat guy called Miguel glared at me as if saying, ‘How dare you talk about McDonalds in this fashion!’ And I said, ‘grape you fat a******!’ and I punched him in the face! And that is how I was expelled from McDonalds in its typical, corrupt, corporate, fascist fashion! You know what McDonalds is? McDonalds is the embodiment of conformity and mediocrity, a black hole of nihilism where the will to power is negated to nothing more than a stupefying marching stupor for the next happy meal!”

“What does this have to do with us being duelists?” Jolene asked.

“Everything! The entire dueling world is one giant McDonalds! Corporations control every facet of our lives and control Duel Monsters like any other product! They expect you to grovel and eat whatever shitty food and happy meal they give you and not complain! But if you demand any food of real substance like ketchup with your fries the employees or a flunky like VolcanoMan throws beats you and throws you out! What those useful idiots don’t understand is that no matter how much more privilege they get for being sell-outs they will always be pawns of the manager in the office! The reason why they no one realizes this is because the manager sits in the back!”

Maya, Jolene, and Yukio didn’t know what to say. Were they mesmerized or appalled? They didn’t know.

JC regained his strength and spoke again, but no longer in shouts but in horse whispers. He pointed at each member of his audience. “Jolene, this is why you left prep school and will never win the nationals. Yukio, this is why you won't run your family's resteraunt and why your Elemental Hero Deck SUCKS. Maya, this is why you lost against Matthew, and why you feel like such a loser trapped in a dead end. But fear not! From now on we are Team Dark Duelists. Every weekend we meet up here to play Mario Kart and watch Fight Club, but most importantly to cause chaos and show all the stuck up pros out there what we're worth. This is the beginning of a grand heroic myth. The twilight of the gods is here. VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

His small audience made a tiny applause. Somehow, in spite of his abrasiveness, crudeness, and obscenity, or because of it, he was able to gain the hearts of the three lonely souls in front of him. In this dirty old basement in lower Manhattan one of the deepest changes in human history was made. And all four were part of this spark, this tiny yet infinite moment.

Maya headed back up. She had to come up with some good excuse for father now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jolene said. “Do you have a Duelist ID?”

“What?”

“Every duelist must register in the Dueling Network to compete in tournaments.” Jolene explained. “It’s a huge Internet database and forum, kind of like YouTube or Reddit. You make an account, you can make videos, store deck recipes and trading lists in notes, receive feedback, and each time you duel in a major event it will be recorded live and broadcast on your channel. You can even gain followers.”

 

JC picked a copy of Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra and brandished it in front of her face. "Have you heard of the Ubermensch?"

 

Maya replied, "I know it's something Nazis and edgy teens pretend to me. I'm more familiar with your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ."

 

Inflamed, JC boldly declared, "The Ubermensch is nothing like Christ! He is the Antichrist!" 

 

"Please don't vex him." Jolene pleaded to her friend. "Just register and get it done over with."
 

This was all so new to Maya. Anxiousness, but at the same excitement. The inferi whispered in her ears again. Maya shrugged and cast the die. She registered her new Duelist ID.