Devingel: I'm back!

Yami: you were gone?

Devingel: …-.- Yes. I was gone.

Yami: How long have you been on here then? Smiles arrogantly.

Devingel: Oh about…since I was like, 8.

All: O.O!

Joey: But you're 16!

Devingel: I know. I know. I use this site as an outlet of my anger and to stretch my writing abilities. I AM getting ready to be a senior, ya know.

Bakura: I know. Your ring is gorgeous. Wait….who's is this? Holds up a large ring with an amber stone in it

Devingel: My boyfriends…so what? I'm not aloud to have a high school boyfriend?

Bakura: Pouts But what about me???

Devingel: Glomps I love you. But only because you like to beat the crap out of my ex.

Brandon: My ex…btw. What about me?

Devingel: Bakura likes to beat you up on a daily basis. So I love him for it.

Bakura: Yep! I like to beat him up. And debate..

Devingel: I thought that was Seto? O.o

Seto: Looks up from a book Huh?

Devingel: Nothing. Anyway, down to the good stuff. This is a dating game fic. I don't see many of these anymore, and I thought it would be fun to get the audience involved in my stories a little more. It makes things interesting. And no you can't have my ex. He's mine. Glomps Brandon. T.T

Brandon: . Wtf?

Devingel: Okay. The guidelines are this; you can have any character that you want even though I may not like it when you choose Bakura or Marik. Basically any character is up for grabs. If there is any new character that I know nothing about mentioned in the review, then you're on your own.

Yugi: You're mean.

Devingel: Not really. I'm just evilly nice.

Jeramy: That's my saying. I've copyrighted that!

Devingel:…Remains silent until he leaves the room

Yugi: what's wrong with you? I thought he was your best friend?

Brandon: They're fighting over something childish. And she's upset that he stopped talking to her.

Devingel: So? Wouldn't you get upset if your best friend of 5 years stopped talking to you too?

Brandon: Friends are just enemies waiting to stab you in the back.

Devingel: Toasts her water bottle Hear hear! I've been stabbed in the back so many times it isn't funny. Well, anyway, back to the fic, if you want a certain character, it's first come first serve…blah blah blah…you have to tell me what you look like…yadda yadda yadda…my rings keep getting on my nerves…blah blah blah. Anyway, READ AND REVIEW! No flames or Brandon will start playing with them. Either that or trying to catch me on fire…