(L-Space) (In front of you is Mr. Towel who is typing the story on an old
keyboard)
I do not own yugioh, southpark, or Garth Merengi's darkplace,
Oh and {} now signifies thought as kept cutting out the hash's.
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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(Boat 30)
Tanto pointed a pistol at the Goth;
"Goodnight."
He said, firing the gun.
A patch of blood blossomed from Miswim's chest as she got hit and fell to the floor.
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(Yugi's cabin)
"Quit Moping around dude,"
Tristan tried to get his little buddy to snap out of his reverie;
"You wanna play a game?"
Yugi still stoned from his last duel just grunted.
"Come on, you must want to do something, hey don't you like that American show southpark?"
"Mih."
"The movie's on in half an hour or so, do you want to watch it?"
"Mih."
Yugi grunted again and threw his translator across the room and passed out, his duel disk falling off his arm.
"Fine, I've only got one thing I can do, I must duel for Yugi. If Tea can win him duels, then it must be easy, especially with his deck, I just have to find someone."
Tristan slipped Yugi's duel disk onto his arm, and collected the translator from the floor.
"This one's for you, buddy."
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(????)
"MALIK ISHTAR?"
"Yes? Who is it?"
"WHERE IS THE MILLENNIUM NECKLACE?"
Malik raised his millennium rod;
"Who are you?"
"DEATH, NOW FETCH ME THE MILLENNIUM NECKLACE BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE DEEPEST REACHES OF THE FOULEST CIRCLE OF HELL!"
Malik ran to the bedside table and fished out his sister's millennium item. His legs were no longer under his control.
"PUT IT ON!"
Again, without willing them to, Malik's hands fastened the necklace around his neck.
A bright light filled the cramped room.
"Why am I in a man's body?"
"ISIS THE FORTUNE TELLER?"
"I prefer the word prophet if it's all the same to you."
The spirit controlling Malik's body turned around and unbuttoned her trousers.
"Wow, I'm a big boy."
"BACK TO THE MATTER AT HAND, I HAVE COME....."
"To duel me for my soul, yes I no, do you think these earrings suit me?"
She said, holding up Malik's long dangly ear rings.
"UM,"
Said Death, a little put off.
"THEY SUIT THE BODY YOU'RE IN. NOW, TO THE DUEL?"
"You know it is fated that I win."
"I OFTEN DO NOT AGREE WITH FATE, AND BESIDES, IT IS NOT UP TO HIM."
Death pulled a deck from some recess in his robe and slammed it into his skeletal duelling disk.
"IT IS TIME FOR US TO BEGIN THE DUEL!"
"It always sounded snappier when the pharaoh said it, oh well."
The spirit held Malik's hands an inch apart, forming a cup, she concentrated and a deck of duel monsters cards appeared. She reached up her sleeve and replaced the cards in the Egyptian style duel disk with the ones she had summoned from her soul room.
"Let us begin." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- (Boat 2)
"You're Rex Raptor?"
"What of it?"
"Rob Machin, do you want to duel?"
"Oh yes, what's the bet?"
"4500 points and one card I pick."
"That doesn't sound so great to me, Machin."
Rob folded his arms.
"Then what stakes do you want?"
"How about you bet 5000 points, that way, when I win I qualify for the next round."
"And what happens if by some sheer fluke I win?"
"Why you get 4500 points, which is all you need, and I'll throw in an extra card from my deck that I pick, fair?"
"Sounds fair to me."
"Then let's duel fat-boy."
A grin passed over Rob's face for a second as the pterodactyl wings on Rex's duel disk opened up.
"Oh it's on."
The large clock on Rob's wrist spouted large hands that rotated into position to form a duel disk.
"No deckmasters, they annoy the crap outa me."
"I don't use them much either."
"I'll go first ginger boy."
"If you want."
Rex snapped a card off the top of his deck, and the duel began. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- (L-space)
(A big blue button looms up out of the fog, in curly writing it says 'review', you are drawn to it, as a moth to a flame.)
I do not own yugioh, southpark, or Garth Merengi's darkplace,
Oh and {} now signifies thought as kept cutting out the hash's.
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
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
(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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(Boat 30)
Tanto pointed a pistol at the Goth;
"Goodnight."
He said, firing the gun.
A patch of blood blossomed from Miswim's chest as she got hit and fell to the floor.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
(Yugi's cabin)
"Quit Moping around dude,"
Tristan tried to get his little buddy to snap out of his reverie;
"You wanna play a game?"
Yugi still stoned from his last duel just grunted.
"Come on, you must want to do something, hey don't you like that American show southpark?"
"Mih."
"The movie's on in half an hour or so, do you want to watch it?"
"Mih."
Yugi grunted again and threw his translator across the room and passed out, his duel disk falling off his arm.
"Fine, I've only got one thing I can do, I must duel for Yugi. If Tea can win him duels, then it must be easy, especially with his deck, I just have to find someone."
Tristan slipped Yugi's duel disk onto his arm, and collected the translator from the floor.
"This one's for you, buddy."
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(????)
"MALIK ISHTAR?"
"Yes? Who is it?"
"WHERE IS THE MILLENNIUM NECKLACE?"
Malik raised his millennium rod;
"Who are you?"
"DEATH, NOW FETCH ME THE MILLENNIUM NECKLACE BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE DEEPEST REACHES OF THE FOULEST CIRCLE OF HELL!"
Malik ran to the bedside table and fished out his sister's millennium item. His legs were no longer under his control.
"PUT IT ON!"
Again, without willing them to, Malik's hands fastened the necklace around his neck.
A bright light filled the cramped room.
"Why am I in a man's body?"
"ISIS THE FORTUNE TELLER?"
"I prefer the word prophet if it's all the same to you."
The spirit controlling Malik's body turned around and unbuttoned her trousers.
"Wow, I'm a big boy."
"BACK TO THE MATTER AT HAND, I HAVE COME....."
"To duel me for my soul, yes I no, do you think these earrings suit me?"
She said, holding up Malik's long dangly ear rings.
"UM,"
Said Death, a little put off.
"THEY SUIT THE BODY YOU'RE IN. NOW, TO THE DUEL?"
"You know it is fated that I win."
"I OFTEN DO NOT AGREE WITH FATE, AND BESIDES, IT IS NOT UP TO HIM."
Death pulled a deck from some recess in his robe and slammed it into his skeletal duelling disk.
"IT IS TIME FOR US TO BEGIN THE DUEL!"
"It always sounded snappier when the pharaoh said it, oh well."
The spirit held Malik's hands an inch apart, forming a cup, she concentrated and a deck of duel monsters cards appeared. She reached up her sleeve and replaced the cards in the Egyptian style duel disk with the ones she had summoned from her soul room.
"Let us begin." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- (Boat 2)
"You're Rex Raptor?"
"What of it?"
"Rob Machin, do you want to duel?"
"Oh yes, what's the bet?"
"4500 points and one card I pick."
"That doesn't sound so great to me, Machin."
Rob folded his arms.
"Then what stakes do you want?"
"How about you bet 5000 points, that way, when I win I qualify for the next round."
"And what happens if by some sheer fluke I win?"
"Why you get 4500 points, which is all you need, and I'll throw in an extra card from my deck that I pick, fair?"
"Sounds fair to me."
"Then let's duel fat-boy."
A grin passed over Rob's face for a second as the pterodactyl wings on Rex's duel disk opened up.
"Oh it's on."
The large clock on Rob's wrist spouted large hands that rotated into position to form a duel disk.
"No deckmasters, they annoy the crap outa me."
"I don't use them much either."
"I'll go first ginger boy."
"If you want."
Rex snapped a card off the top of his deck, and the duel began. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- (L-space)
(A big blue button looms up out of the fog, in curly writing it says 'review', you are drawn to it, as a moth to a flame.)
