October 5, 2006
I should be working on my paleontology assignments, but I mean… Come on! Drawing fossil after fossil can be boring after a while, and it's seven in the morning!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or Legos. I don't really like saying this over and over again, but it's sort of necessary.
MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! Again and again the red letters flashed out at Seto Kaiba from his console. Instantly annoyed, he ran several checks with the computer to isolate the problem. He could not afford to have his private jet malfunction! Least of all his custom designed Blue Eyes White Dragon jet! Fingers were flying over the controls, trying in a vain attempt to solve the problem. But no solution came…
Kaiba had no choice but to abandon ship. He was just glad he was over land and that Mokuba was not with him. If he could be glad… Dark thoughts were conceived in his mind as he watched his precious jet crash into a rice paddy while he floated gently down by parachute. The workers in the field had all run away into a house. Luckily, no one was hurt – just the CEO's ego. Kaiba did have to pay for damages, though.
Later on that week, Isono came into his boss' office with a note. It was hand-written on a piece of college-ruled notebook paper torn out of a spiral notebook. It had a number 81 in the top right corner, suggesting that this had been the page number to the notebook. It said this:
Dear Seto Kaiba,
I'm sure you are very upset about your Blue Eyes White Dragon jet crashing into a rice paddy. I understand it blew up and is irreparable. However, I feel more sympathy for the rice farmer than I do for you.
I have a confession to make: I crashed your jet! I know it seemed like it just malfunctioned, but that was my handiwork. I also stole all of your blueprints and any data on the damn thing. If you build another one, I'll just crash it, too! Do the rice farmers a favor and don't build another one.
I know you don't like anything supernatural to say the least. You will never find me because I don't exist in your world. Deny it all you want; it won't help you either way. You may believe that your opinions are facts. In your world, my opinions are facts!
I think that jet is the corniest and lamest thing! I think it's beneath you to own something a five-year-old would invent. It looks like a Lego piece! That's why I crashed it. You can thank me later! Cheers!
Sincerely,
Pearl of the Dark Age
PS: This technically isn't an author's note.
PSS: I'm an ardent warshipper!
Seto stared dumbfounded at the letter for two and a half minutes straight. Recovering from his shock and confusion, he reread the letter three times in quick succession. This is clear evidence that someone sabotaged my jet! I will make this Pearl person pay!
"Isono! Find this person!"
"Hai!"
"Isono," Kaiba said abruptly, making his employee pause at the door. "Tell me, what the hell is a warshipper?"
