got·cha·land (goch-uh-/lænd)

In Gotchaland, your duel alchemy teacher is secretly a mask-wearing seven star assassin homunculus, misanthropic fortunetellers donning Hannibal Lector-esque voices start zombie cults while fixated on mass genocide, and sexy aquamarine-haired European teens with a bunch of spirits as faux family members are in fact clones of the fried shrimp-obsessed protagonist. Not to mention the wacked-out haircuts, the sentence enders, and the incessant chants of "Ichi! Juu! Hyaku! Sen! Manjyome Thunder!" constantly ringing through the hallways. Oh, and the shorter-than-sin miniskirts promote hyperactive libidos.

Also see:

- The inhabitants of Gotchaland

- Crack to the Max (Cited by User: 10J0in111)

- Why the hell am I watching this anime?

- YAOI BUTTSECKS

- 50 reasons why third season is fan service

Unabridged (v. 1337) Based on the What Do You Mean Saiou's Prediction Came True? Unabridged Dictionary, © Destiny Pwns Joo, Inc. 2007.

Saiou Takuma was lying on a cot in Kaibacorp Hospital, steadily recovering his health after the whole ordeal with the Wave of Light controlling his body. Mizuchi's soft breathing came from the bed adjacent to him, signifying she was sleeping serenely and somewhere in Kyoto, Edo was facing off against another Pro-League duelist; he was probably winning, too. Everything was good. Life was peaceful. Nonetheless, the fortuneteller felt like he forgot something important…

Then it hit him like an open paint can toppling from the scaffolding of an unfinished building. (Minus the paint.) Amethyst eyes widened dramatically.

My last prediction is going to be fulfilled! he panicked. The academia is going to be in ruins!

Saiou hastily grabbed the phone resting on the side table in order to warn Juudai about the devastating future that awaited him only to discover the phone was out of order. He dropped the receiver. The palm of his hand slowly rose to meet his forehead.

I could simply fake amnesia, Saiou supposed thoughtfully. Say that the Wave of Light suppressed my memories after eliminating me from Edo's soul. Yes, that would work.

Nonetheless, Saiou resisted the temptation to apply his head to the wall. Hopefully, Juudai and the others had packed suntan lotion and moisturizer. Desert winds were dreadfully dry on the skin.

"...guys, I think Saiou's prediction was right after all."

"Phooey."

"Not good."

"Darn it."

"Aww."

"Oh brother."

"So, let me get this straight..."

Kenzan, Shou, Asuka, Jim, and Johan all turned to Manjyome.

"...because Juudai won the duel, we have been transported into a different dimension. The Dis-Belts are set up to kill us. We have a week's supply of food. And the school is in the middle of a desert." Manjyome closed his eyes and crossed his arms with a tick forming on his forehead. He sighed. "Now…" Onyx eyes snapped open. "HOW DO YOU PLAN ON EXPLAINING THIS ONE, DROPOUT BOY?"

Juudai coughed. "Uh..."

He cast a pleading glance at the others. Asuka looked at the sky, Kenzan scratched his nose, Shou rubbed his eyes, Jim coughed into his hand, and Karen croaked softly. Johan offered a helpless grin and a shoulder shrug. Juudai turned back to the black-haired boy, feeling the blood in his veins turn into ice upon seeing Manjyome's seething expression.

"Gotcha…?" A sheepish smile.

Torn between throttling Juudai until he turned blue and elbow-jabbing him in the stomach, Manjyome Thunder settled for something less physically toiling for he was still recovering from the draining effects of the Dis-belt since his duel with Amon.

"Sic him, Armed Dragon LV 10!"

Sweatdrops passed around the group.