Yes, I am not dead after all. If anyone is still interested in this rather strange dramatic 'what-if' Romeo and Juliet style story (with Rex Goodwin as Friar Tuck, natch) then enjoy the below.

Feel free to contact me about anything, even if it's just to tell me how much I suck.

I'm 19 now, I can handle it ha-ha. Without further adieu.

Carly Nagisa had spent twenty-five-years, a quarter of a century, on this damned earth. She lived in New Domino City and as a child she liked nothing more than to have picnics with her best friend, Angela, and take pictures of duelists with their disks and their cards and their dramatic proclamations. As she got older and hit puberty like a car crashing into a wall, she turned to writing.

When she was eighteen she was accepted to study journalism in a prestigious university in the Satellite; she left her elderly parents for the first time and their grief, combined with the fact that she was an only child, meant that they both died within the year.

At nineteen, Carly became the youngest ever student to complete a three-year-course in one year in the whole area, including the Bad Lands that she tried to avoid but sometimes had to cross through if she was rushing and late to a lecture.

She came back to New Domino City, where she soon became deeply cynical about writing for a living.

Angela worked for the same place and the middle-aged, balding man with a paunch clearly thought that female journalists should be a certain way.

Angela wore suits that emphasized her figure; Carly wore slacks and T-shirts.

Angela wore killer stilettos; Carly wore flat shoes.

Angela was popular with men and women and spent half the night at bars even after working for a whole day; Carly crashed in front of the TV, braindead after a single draft of an article.

They enjoyed each other's company. It was true, opposites did attract and Angela encouraged Carly to be more confident while encouraging Angela to take a break from the rat race at times.

Still, Carly was the failure, despite her academic success.

Sometimes, she felt like the real world was not for her.

She went to Satellite, tapping her card against the machine carelessly and strolling through, which reminded her of when Jack got stuck in one.

"Jack... have you never used the Metro before?"

They had watched the sea together from the high up view and Jack had thrown his black cape to one side, along with his sunglasses and agreed to become a person he could be proud of.

The Real King of Games.

What Jack did not realize, being the self-centered person that he was, was that Carly had a revelation that day too.

She wanted to follow his every mood, to document it in fact.

And maybe one day, just one day, even if it took a decade or two or another quarter of a century-

Maybe he would turn around and look at her and make her his Queen.

Ooh, irony. Please be honest. Was this chappie any good? It's been so long since I looked at this.

Hope it was enjoyable.