Chapter 1: First Draw
You may have heard of me before. My name is John Rambo. Veteran of...let's just call it the wa'. I killed many a man, ended their lives by the end of my machete, but the sins of what I have incurred have never left my mind. I try to wash my soul clean by helping my grandpa run his card shop. They call dis game...Duel Monstas. I'd like to think I'm pretty good at it, but arrogance never got a man very far... He has this one cad that he seems to love a lot...Something called a Blue Ayes Why Dragon. I love Grandpa Dredd very much. He seems to believe in something that he's instilled in me...something called the Heart of the Cards. I have my best friend, Ivan Drago, his friend Lee Christmas and the only lady in our ground, a little lady called Adrianne. We live a simple life as a bunch of high school kids, only trying to get along with everyone as much as we can, which is kinda tough for me, since everyone bullies me for kind of bein' short. Drago keeps da bullies off of me though, so the least I could do is teach him how to be good at card games. I don't really believe Adiranne or Lee Christmas really understand what's going on, but maybe some day I'll get around to them, who knows. As I'm trying to teach Ivan what's going on, I don't think he even understands what's going on. He keeps makin a bunch of really obvious mistakes. I love the man, but I don't believe he's very smart. But I owe him. He's a good man.
I also forgot that I have something called a Millennium Puzzle. Whenever I get really upset at cod games, I seem to hit puberty like a motherfucker and I grow like 3 fuckin' feet and get muscles the size of my head. I also get really cool purple spiked hair and I get these leatha pants. Adrianne likes checking out the size of that dragon if ya know what I mean. "Rambo. I... I do not understand rules of game. What am I supposed to do? I take card and hit you for the points of life but you seem to be countering Ivan at any chance and Ivan getting very frustrated? Ivan do no understand why you are so good at this. I looked up at Drago and I said "Listen, friend, you will understand how the game works once you learn to embrace the heart of the cards." "WHAT IS DA HERT OF THE CARD?" Adrianne insisted on screaming into my ear with what seemed like a megaphone.
"Well, Adrianne, you see, each card has a soul-"
"DAT MAKES NO FUKIN SENSE!" she yelled again. So I sighed, defeated Ivan Drago in his first match as my student, and started my daily trek to Grandpa Dredd's card shop. Little did we know that a man of immense wealth and fame was looking for my grandfather's cards...This was a man know only as the "Masta of da blu ayes white dragon", Apollo Creed. Apollo was always a very arrogant man, very full of himself. I remember feeling his arrogance when we first dueled... And for some reason, the man had green hair. Which I don't really understand at all, but...semantics. We will let this slide for now.
Anyway, somehow...Apollo beat us to the store...which frankly makes no sense, seeing as how the store is right next to the school. He must have taken his car there like the spoliled rich kid that he is. He was begging Grandpa Dredd to let him have the Blue Ayes Whi' Dragon. This was not going to end very well, I could tell. I almost took out my machete in anticipation.
"Listen honky, A Pimp Named Kaiba will pay you anything, and I mean anything to get somma dat sweet white dragon ass. Does A Pimp Named Kaiba need to put a fool in line or are you gunna do the smart thing? Now I suggest that you be a smart old man and hand me da card...or I will have to take it from you...forcefully."