(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, or Invader Zim

Oh and {} now signifies thought as kept cutting out the hash's.

FYI Isis is the spirit of the millennium necklace

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, the screen follows the paper as it falls down to the deck of a boat.)

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 1: Qualifier's area)

Kaiba was getting frustrated, now, not only was Joey taking up the whole place but some other fool called Robert had qualified, and him and his gormless friend Ollie who just sat around the pool smoking joints.

Seto walked past the swimming pools and past the Hawaiian fruit bar, he needed to be on his own, have some time to think.

His duel disk caught on the diving board tower and the arrogant CEO almost broke his arm before he realised what had happened and stopped walking, he snarled and wheeled around to free the disk. After checking to make sure no- one saw him, Kaiba stomped off again towards the small balcony overlooking the back of the ship. When he arrived at his destination, much to his horror and dismay, somebody was already out there.

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(Boat 1: Stern Balcony)

The figure stood there, the wind blowing against the back of the ship, pushing his long hair out of his face, a small scar just above his right eye was clearly visible.

As Edd stood there watching the wake of the ship, he heard the door open, without looking around he greeted the head of Kaibacorp.

"Hi."

"Who are you?"

"Me name's Edd."

Edd turned his head away from the wake of the big boat.

"You're Kaiba right?"

Edd held out his hand but Kaiba just stared at it.

"What are you doing in this area; duellists can only bring one person each, and only 5 duellists have checked in."

"Well I guess I snuck in then."

"Well then I'm afraid I'm going to have to call security."

"There isn't much point in doing that Seto."

Kaiba grimaced at the impolite use of his first name.

"Because I have qualified, I just haven't bothered to check in, I saw something out here and I thought I'd check it before I signed in."

"Then check in now."

"Love to but I'm gunna stay out here for another 10 minutes first."

Kaiba glowered at the teenager, but Edd just turned to look at the wake again, forgetting Kaiba's presence.

The CEO was really pissed off now, he reached up to tap Edd on the shoulder, but his deck blew out of his duel disk and through the open door into the large room full of swimming pools. Kaiba dived after his cards and the wind blew the door shut. He managed to collect his deck together but when he went for the door again the wind had strengthened and was holding the door closed while Edward just stood staring at the water, his glasses held to his face by the wind.

As Kaiba stared through the door, trying to push it open, his eyes fell to the surgence of water that the strange teen was watching, and the lights from the deck reflected off a black object, he let go of the door handle and stood up. A small black submarine was rising out of the water, battling the choppy waves of the gale force wind.

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(Boat 1: control room)

"Sir, a stealth sub has just shown up on the radar."

Captain Omen, an experienced captain in his 50's with a distinguished white beard and a bald head under his captain's hat, looked at the radar screen shown to him by the inexperienced 22 year old helmsmen.

"And the weather is acting very strange, I suggest evasive action sir."

Captain Omen nodded his head.

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(Boat 1: Stern Balcony)

Suddenly the wind patterns on the water by the submarine reversed pattern and the sub was blown from the boat as the ship was encouraged forwards, the clouds overhead seemed to be rushing into the centre of this weather manifestation.

The fleet speeded away as an anti-typhoon formed, pushing a large well directly down, in between the sub and the fleet. All the lights on the boat went out as power was diverted to the engines to get the boats as far from the phenomenon as possible.

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As the night passed the fleet escaped the forming of two other typhoons that joined with the first, the submarine was no longer visible.

Once the lights turned back on the duellists carried on with their duels, for many into the night, and as the sun came out of the water all but 5 people had qualified for round 2 or been kicked out of the tournament.

Down in the speedboat bay of boat 30, inside a plastic box hanging from the ceiling Miswim awoke.