(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.

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 30: Speedboat dock)

"As you are risking your life I shall let you go first."

"Oh how nice of you."

Miswim sighed and drew her cards. She didn't know if she was going to survive the duel, she was having difficulty keeping her breath under control before she started to hyperventilate.

Miswim looked at her cards. A small voice in the back of her head that she'd never heard before spoke up;

We can win this one.

What?

Trust your deck, we can beat this guy, we'll be back in the tournament in no time.

Miswim found herself looking across at her enemy.

With neither a smile nor a frown Tanto seemed to be projecting a slight grin, not at his cards but at her;

He thinks you can win, look at him, he seems callous because he knows you can win and that if you don't then it will be your fault.

I'm going to have to say what? One more time.

This train of thought was something knew, she'd never heard it before but yer t was instantly old and part of her.

Trust your deck, you can beat him, he wouldn't of given you Noir Anubis unless it meant something.

Then a small treacherous voice, one she'd heard too many times before, the voice that was labelled paranoia spoke up:

I can't believe how stupid you are, god, first of all he probably knows everything you can do with Anubis Noir, and if he wanted to beat you he could, and why duel to the death? What possible advantage do the tournament officials gain from our death, I mean come on, anybody would think this was a manga or a badly written piece of fanfiction.

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For some reason Miswim felt a sudden surge of confidence.

My deck can beat almost anything he can throw at me, hell I defeated an Egyptian god card.

Stupid cheating Joey.

Miswim drew her sixth card.

"You think you can scare me into making a mistake? Give it your best shot. I summon one monster face down in defence mode and lay down two magic cards."

Miswim slipped two traps into their slots,

I'm not gonna give this bastard any advantage I can.

Tanto layed two trap cards on the field.

"Let me see the first part of your strategy."

The bare-chested duellist flicked his wrist, letting one card in his hand fly into the air, with the other he snatched it out of the air, swooping it down onto the black half of his field.

A fountain of lights sparkled on the air in front of him and a card gradually took form.

"Attack Miswim's monster!"

Out of the card charged 3 goblins, the strike force grabbed the card Miswim had summoned and ripped it to pieces before the monster inside had a chance to fight back, as the pieces fell apart Tanto saw the ghost of a Witch of the black forest get sucked into her deck.

"Thank you. My turn?"

Tanto graciously nodded his head. His Goblin Attack force wandered across thin air and sat down on their card that was now in a defensive postion

"Great."

Miswim drew, and she knew what to do, it was if she had been looking at a piece of a puzzle and hadn't been able to see where it fitted, in her mind she turned it in all direction, and the second she saw what card she had, the piece just glided effortlessly into place.

"I place two cards on the field then I activate card destruction."

A holographic tornado swept into each hand pulling them by means of a tractor beam into the graveyard.

"Then I activate the special ability of magical Bob, special summoning him to the field in attack mode."

Her duel disc followed her orders while she drew her new cards.

Just what I wanted.

"I now normal summon vengeful Bob and because I have two Bob monsters on the field Friendly Bob gets special summoned from my deck as well."

A warrior heavily clad in armour stepped out of his card and almost immediately a door opened just above Miswim's deck and another warrior with the same coat of arms on his chest walked out and hi-fived the two already there.

The three soldiers stood to attention as Miswim eyed them.

These holograms are really getting very good.

"Now! Magical Bob take out his monster!"

The warrior with the glowing armour strolled across to the goblins, who were sitting cowering on their card, and swung his sword down over his head to plunge into the heart of the lead goblin when a mirror appeared in front of his glowing swords point, and before he could holt his downwards thrust he pierced the mirror, and from the mirror came the same blade, Miswim could only watch in horror as the momentum carried the sword all the way into the heart of the mirror's magical Bob at the same time as the arm coming out stabbed into Miswim's.

The mirror and the warrior exploded and another team of goblins hurried out of the trap card which had produced the mirror.

They ran to each of Miswim's warriors and started fighting them. Mournful Bob, a slow moving knight, walked out of Miswim's deck to avenge his fallen conterpart to be swarmed by goblins as well.

"Reflect and Refrain."

Tanto said.

"A simple trap that destroys the attacking monster and prevents monsters of the same type from attacking for 3 turns."

The goblins weren't harming Miswim's monsters but they were preventing them from making any move towards the attack force.

"It's extremely useful against duellists who only use one type, so I hope for your sake you haven't loaded your deck with warriors or else you will lose precious time as my life points remain unharmed."

"Oh don't worry, that's one trap that won't be able to catch me."

"End turn?"

"Sure, why not?"

Oh well, I've got something else up my sleeve which he may not enjoy.

(Boat 3)

"Duke."

Tristan stepped out from behind a small red balloon.

"Tristan."

Tristan approached the dice master.

"I see that you are in the tournament."

Tristan indicated the enormous dice on Duke's arm that was obviously a duel disc, in the shape of a cube.

"Yeah, hey you seen Serenity around?"

"That's it!"

Tristan suddenly shouted at Duke.

"I challenge you to a duel!"

Duke stared at him.

"You're in this?"

"Yugi asked me to fight one duel for him with a mixture of his cards and mine."

"Oh so you have some then."

Tristan was seething with anger.

"Don't try to distract me I'm gunna whoop your sorry ass out of this tournament."

"How many points does Yugi have?"

"5000."

"Same here, look, there isn't many people left so how about all or nothing?"

"Well..."

"Ah I see he'll let you duel with a few points, but he doesn't want you to get him kicked out."

Tristan's face was glowing bright red with anger as he stared at Duke Devlin, inventor of the dungeon dice monsters, a spin off from the duel monster card game.

"He told me to qualify him."

"Fine... deckmasters?"

"You know it."

"Strike ninja for me."

"Super Robayarou"

"Fine."

The deckmasters jumped out of each duel disc, Duke's cube unfold creadting an odd looking field with one monster field in the middle and the other 4 at each corner with their respective magic slots underneath.

The purple fog billowed out of each duel station. The duel was on!

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Ouch, will Tristan manage to defeat duke or will Yugi be kicked out of the tournament, will miswim win and qualify for the next round? Or will she lose and die?

Anything can happen in the next chapter. See ya

(A strange smelling puff of smoke filled the air and as it cleared you can see Mr. Towel running from the screen carrying his typewriter. Leaving just a blue button marked review)