(L-Space) (In front of you is Mr. Towel who is typing the story on an old keyboard

Welcome back, and if you wish to enter, please also include attk, def points of your cards and their effect, unless it's a really common one, because I don't want to have to spend ages looking up every cards detail before they get played.

I do not own yugioh, nor the concept of millennium item cards.

I'm Edd, A.K.A Mr. Towel, author, genius, dream weaver, plus actor. You are about to enter the world of my imagination; You are about to enter: My 'Stoner's realm'

(Pulls paper off typewriter and throws it behind him.)

Cue the theme music

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(Intro scenes)

(Explosions!)

(Duels)

(Yami jumping from an exploding ambulance with a baby in his arms)

(Yugi and Yami reaching for each other)

(Kaiba smoking cannabis and laughing)

(Big Explosion)

YUGIOH,
ENTER THE STONER'S REALM

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Everybody here? Good."

Everybody in the tournament was on the deck of boat one, as the crews finished preparations to leave, the rope bridges to the other boats were still up.

"Now you must all be wondering about the rules for the new tournament. Well, everybody is given a duel disk, now some look like the classic ones from battle city, and based on your ranking; you could be getting a different disc. No disc has any less functions, well during duels at any rate."

The boats began to pull away from the docks.

"All duel discs will be able to duel with any other, in a variety of ways, including double duelling, tag team duelling, and the new deck master system, none of which is compulsory to use."

A rope in a hangman's noose slipped around the leg of an official standing on the dock, looking up at the ship.

"Your eyepieces will explain the any system you are unfamiliar with, just say; 'keyword: help:' then the name of the system you don't understand."

The rope began to tighten, still unnoticed by the grinning official.

"Now, to the new 'Shadow' rules. At the beginning of any duel, the holographic emitters will produce a purple fog, which shall surround the players, preventing them from any distraction, though anybody outside will be able to see the duel, with life points and monster stats hanging in the air."

With a loud 'Oof 'sound, the official was pulled from the docks, hitting his head on the side, rendering him unconscious as he was pulled into the water.

"Remember it is important to know that though you may think you can see things in the fog, it is all an illusion and nothing can harm you."

The official was dragged underwater by the rope, where it came from, wasn't immediately apparent, as the icy water woke him up.

"Then you must put on the respiratory masks, which, when your life points are damaged, will release marijuana smoke, simulating strain to the body, and the mind."

As the official was pulled through the icy depths, he thought he saw a seven foot tall skeleton with glowing blue eyes.

"I suggest only one duel in as 3 hour period, or you will suffer a severe handy cap, when entering the next duel."

The skeleton reached into a pocket in its robe, and pulled out an enormous egg timer, and a pair of room keys, he looked at them both and sighed.

"There will be several tournaments going on at once here, the main tournament, the accumulation of points for country teams, the 'comedy' tournament, where people enter with decks that have a funny theme, and finally the team tournament, which will involve double, and tag team duels, which will still be acknowledged as part of the main tournament, as we have drawn up proper rules for them. These reformatted rules will be viewable in your headsets."

The Skeleton drew back his scythe, and swung.

"I think that's everything, good luck, now head over to the stalls on the decks of your boat to pick up your duel disks. The rope bridges will be disconnected in 10 minutes to allow the boats to travel through the gates of the docks and will be reconnected 1 hour later, when we are in international waters, when the duelling will commence, as we head to the place where round 2 will take place. Oh and one more thing, everybody starts with 2000 points, to advance to the next level you need 10000, each duel, you choose how many points to bet, and the winner gets them, and his pick of one card form the losers deck. Happy duelling."

He chopped through the rope pulling the man down, and flipped the life- timer over. The official surfaced and took gasps of breath. As he swam for shore, he could have sworn he heard a voice, as deep as the crypts shouting;

"I OWED YOU A FAVOR."

(Boat 3)

"Uh, can I have my duel disk please?"

"Name?"

"Yugi Moto."

The woman handed Yugi a duel disk, coloured in an elegant shade of purple, with a dark-magician holding a regal pose over the slot for Yugi's deck.

"Joey wheeler. Mine'll be the one made outta gold."

The woman laughed, and reached behind the counter, she pulled out: a duel disk shaped like a yellow dog's head with the big ears forming the two sections of the his card field, and a lolling red tongue poking out of the bottom of the deck holder. Joey turned it over and saw written on the bottom, good luck puppy, Kaiba.

"That no-good stinkin'..."

"Seto Kaiba."

The Kaibacorp CEO was handed a blue-eyes white dragon, its wings forming his field, the deck coming out of a dragon's mouth, and the covered in perfect detail, down to the colour of its eyes.

Kaiba slipped his deck into the mouth, and pushed it shut.

"Puppy dog, if you manage to make it to the next round, you do have a decent duel-disk waiting for you. But we all know you'd never get that far."

"Grr, I outta... "

"Save it for Later Joey, I've entered us in the team tournament as well."

The two friends walked away followed by the taller Kaiba.

"Um, Mokuba Kaiba please."

The woman handed over a regular duel-disk to the terrified teen.

"Good luck honey, if you make it to the next round, I'll have a good-un waiting for ya."

"Thanks ma'm."

"S'alright kiddo."

The smaller Kaiba slipped his duel disk into his back pack, and ran off to his room.

Maybe I can finish reading that book before the tournament starts.

He thought to himself.

"Derek Conklin."

The woman looked at the large guard.

"Not me, him."

Said the guard pointing at the dark-haired boy standing next to him.

The disk-woman rummaged through the boxes behind the stall.

"Hmm, I'm sure I saw, somewhere."

The woman straightened up, and handed Derek a metal snake, with a wrist strap, there was a small space on the back for his deck., which he slotted in, and slid a cover over the top.

"Striker, Wind."

"I don't need your name back to front sweet heart."

Said the old woman glancing at the blond in the black leather outfit.

"Here you go."

The old woman handed Wind-striker a normal duel disk, which was in the shape of the ying/yang symbol, but with red and silver moons colliding, and crossing over.

"Weevil Timothy Underwood."

"Hmm, nice name, okay even though you never got past the beginning stages of any decent tournament, you are to get th9is personalised disk."

She handed over a green, insect queen, its front legs forming the playing field.

"Excellent, Hiohohohohohoho."

(Boat 2)

"Sora Jade."

The man behind the counter passed over a phantom of the opera mask, with a cloak billowing out to form her duelling field.

"Ah thanks mate."

"Next!"

"Edd Payne"

"Ah, we have something special here for you."

He reached behind the desk and pulled out a grey duel disk, it had a hole in the middle, and a deck holder mounted on a pop-out arm. Edd inserted his deck and shut the arm.

"Where's the field?"

"Ah, you'll see when you duel. Next!"

"Rob Machin"

"Sorry Machin-san, only a regular disk for you."

"It's okay."

Said Rob as he took his disk.

"But if you get to the next round you'll get something special."

"Good to know."

(Boat 1)

"Hello my name is Ryou Bakura, can I have my disk?"

"Of course young man. Oh, this is a creepy one."

The old woman behind the counter handed over a disk shaped like an angel split into two halves; its wings were folded into its back.

"When you activate the disk, the wings fold out to form the duelling platform, I suppose it means something to you."

"Yes, yes it does."

Like the reason I'm in this tournament.

A dark figure reached for the counter.

ahem "I am here for MY duelling disk. My name is BILL door."

"Ok, Door-san, here's..... wow!"

The duel disk was an ebony construction, made entirely out of what seemed to be bone. It had a grinning deaths-head for the cards.

"AH yes, this will do perfectly."

The figure reached under his cloak and pulled out a duelling deck, which he inserted into the mouth of the skull, which closed over it.

"I'll see YOU later."

Then without another word, the man was gone.

"Um, okay, uh, next?"

The Goth strode up to the counter.

"Miswim Yamitoshi"

The woman produced a dolls head, mounted on a red gauntlet, with leathery bat wings, in place of the normal field.

"So I get all the creepy disks."

Miswim slipped the deck on her arm, inserted her deck into a hole in the dolls head and walked away.

"Next?"

"Rex Raptor. I was told it would be in the form of a mammoth graveyard?"

"All we got for you is the regular one. Sorry."

Rex snatched it and marched off muttering under his breath.

The tannoy sputtered to life.

"WE ARE NOW OUT OF THE HARBOUR, BRIDGES UP, AND DUELING WILL COMMENCE NOW."

(Boat 2)

So, Rob, wanna duel?"

Asked Edd holding out his disk.

"Yeah, right, oh, and Josh told me to give this to you."

He held out a barrel dragon, Josh Cable, a friend of the two had once traded for their most powerful cards out of their decks when they were starting out.

"Wow, does that mean he gave you..."

"Yep, and I've put it right in my deck." "You know, I never saw that card."

"Well you won't until you see me duel."

"Oh that reminds me; I entered us in the team tournament."

"Great, we'll kick so much ass."

"Hi, is one of you Edward Payne?"

The two turned around, an American stood behind him.

Edd answered;

"Yeah, what can I do for ya?"

"My name's Derek Conklin, we duelled over the internet some time ago."

"Oh yeah, I remember, what's up Derek?"

"Yeah, I challenge you to a duel."

"Wow...ok, you sure? First duel, lotta people watchin'."

"Course I'm sure, let's duel!"

The two threw a chip to each other which lets the disks identify the opponent, then they each took 5 steps back, clearing room for the holograms.

"1000 points and one card?"

"Sure."

"lets do this

Derek pressed the activation button, and the snake's tail shot out displaying a duelling field, the head twisted around, and black fog started billowing out of the holographic emitters in the eyes.

Edd pressed his button, and the grey cover flew open, revealing relinquished, an arm sprung out revealing his deck, and the other swung round to form a duelling field, and the head turned, and started spewing the thick purple holographic fog.

"Deck masters?"

Asked Edd with his finger over the mode switch.

"You know the rules?"

Asked the dragon master.

"Hell yeah."

"Let's do it."

They flicked the switches, and out of one of relinquished's armour pieces came a card holder, Edd slipped in a card, and the wings slammed shut.

The mouth of the snake opened up, and Derek slipped in a card from his deck.

Each disk released its gas mask, which the two boys strapped over their mouths and noses.

"Many people may think that there are only 4 blue-eyes in the world, but the truth is, that there are 4 in each country, and I posses 3 of the American ones, so say hello to my deck master, the blue eyes white dragon!"

Cried Derek, as the dragon flew out of the mists behind him.

"Well, rather than a card which is rare, I have one which is ultra-rare in this world, so far I have not seen a single other person with this card, I show unto you, the might of my MOISTURE CREATURE!!!!!"

Out of the mist came a closed umbrella, a gun/syringe with a virus in it, and a face made out of two pinpricks of yellow in a white bubble.

"Huh, that's your deck master, it looks as insubstantial as this mist."

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(L-space)

Well we begin the duelling, if anybody disagrees with what happens during a duel in this tournament, by al means contact me, and I will hold that duel, between me and that person over the internet, and it shall be documented in this fic.

I'm sorry if you disagree with your characters nationality. Or any mannerisms they may have picked up. My plan is not to offend any body.

(Mr. Towel disappears in a cloud of funny smelling smoke, leaving just the reader, north is the review button, behind you is the story, pick one exit.)