vulture Posted July 29, 2008 Report Share Posted July 29, 2008 Yu-Gi-Oh! No Hero "You didn't even let me…" "Not interested." Frank could only stare as Crichton slumped back into bed. God, Crichton was so lazy. Standing at a good five foot – nine inches and weighing at one hundred – seventy pounds, you have the lean, mean, dueling machine that is Crichton. His handsome looks are what many envy, although he couldn't care less. He has black raven colored hair, which he keeps groomed in a rugged fashion. It's normally kept in a spiky nature albeit, and more than half of the time it's going to be covering some portion of his face to a certain degree. He always wears a worn and torn pair of blue jeans which are frayed at the knee. His pure white t-shirt has a large coffee stain on it. He always hides his eyes with his aviator glasses, nobody outside of Frank had ever seen him without them on. The only expensive part of his outfit is his fancy leather trenchcoat which he rolls the sleeves up on to his elbows. The room was a mess. Floor full of dirty clothes, stained wallpaper, a single lightbulb hanging from a wire in the ceiling, the works. A few strong sun rays barely managed to squeeze their way between the window frame and the curtains. Frank tried again. "I tell you this is our chance and you're…" Crichton raised his hand to stop him. He tilted his head to one side and shook his head. "Not interested, that's right. Go away now, please, let me get my beauty sleep." "It's three in the afternoon." "That it is." "But seriously, you don't want to be…" "Aha!" Crichton shot up and pointed at him with a triumphant smile, finger pointing in anger. He backed Frank into a corner. "I knew it!" "What?" "That this was some achieve fame bullocks. You and that goddamned ego complex of yours. Look here, Frank: even if we could duel worth a sheet, and I thought you'd be old enough to know by now that we can't, we will never be famous." "Look, I'm not…" "You choose this sheet, Frank!" He flicked on the television. "Frank, it's time for a little history lesson. How many world champion duelists are highschool dropouts." "There were a few." "Your making that up." "Okay, so maybe I am. If you'd just…" Crichton plugged both fingers in his ears and turned away from Frank. "Nah, nah, nah, I can't hear you!" "You owe me!" Crichton turned to stare Frank in the eyes. He scowled. "I don't owe you sheet." "Would you shut up? I get it already; you're a hard, cynical, misanthropic hardass and so forth. It's extremely impressive and cool and beat and all that sheet, but if you'll just let me talk, you'd know I'm not talking about the general state of people or the censorship or Blair or Bush or Thatcher or our fast-food culture of instant gratification or that Hip Hop is teaching bad values, for funk's sake this is our chance. Just because you..." "You rehearsed that, you little prick." "I didn't, but that's…" "Bullshit." "What can I say, you inspire me. Now will you let me finish before telling me to funk off again?" Crichton flipped Frank the bird. "No." "Why" "Because I couldn't give a sheet." He sat down in his chair and kicked his feet up on the stool. "You have the chance of a lifetime presented to you and you "couldn't give a sheet"? Are you high?" "My life is going to hell anyways. Let whoever speed it up." He pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and twirled it in his fingers. He raised it to his lips and searched his pockets for a lighter. "So you're going to let yourself rot?" "Yep." "You don't mean that." "I do." "What if I told you that Dennis would be there." Crichton stopped searching and looked up at Frank. "Why would that interest me?" "Because you hate his guts and would do anything to funk up his perfect plan." “Your not as good of a negotiator as you think you are.” “Just think, his butt ugly face twisting in disgust as you kick his ass.” Crichton threw the unlit cigarette to the floor. "Damn. Good game, Frank. One more cup of coffee will convince me." As Crichton went out into the kitchen, Frank flipped over onto his back, panting. The air in here was awful. Why the hell was Crichton living a dump like this, he had some sort of money hidden up somewhere, surely he could rent a better apartment. "Fresh out, damn. I need some coffee." Crichton peeked into the room, shaking an empty coffee tin. "We'll get some at the 7-11. Come on." They both turned around, then Frank placed something in Crichton's hand. "By the way, you might be missing this." It was Crichton's old deck. “How the hell did you get this old thing?” “I took the liberty of relieving the local card shop of the cards that Dennis stole.” “You stole some cards from Miss Jenny?” “I wish, you know how much she charges, it's highway robbery.” Crichton locked the door behind them. The air was about as fresh as it gets in the inner city in the summer, which is to say, not very. Still did wonders. They hopped into Frank's beat up Chevy and started driving. While Crichton went inside the 7-11 to get coffee and sandwiches, Frank waited outside. A man was destroying his old car with a sledgehammer in the middle of the street. People honked, but no one tried to stop him. Crichton came back out. Both of them sat inside the car finishing their food as they drove around seemingly aimlessly. "So what's this master plan of yours." Frank unrolled a crumpled up flier. "For the fee of only fifty dollars any duelists between the ages of sixteen through nineteen are hereby eligible to win an all expense paid scholarship to the Industrial Illusions Atlantic Duel Academy." "I've got fifty dollars," "So do I." "How exactly does ol' Denny tie into this?" "He's the highest ranked duelist in the school, when he graduates he automatically obtains a sponsorship. That is unless we manage to de-thrown him before he graduates." “That condescending bastard has gone places.” “You know as well as I do that he isn't that good, he had help.” “I wouldn't doubt it.” Crichton rolled down his window and stuck his head out, letting the cold air rush over his face. "I'm definitely in, any chance to screw that idiot over." "Good, because we're already at the examination center, we're five minutes late." "funk." "You and your damned coffee breaks." “How else do you expect me to wake up?” All of the duelists were led to a test site and were told to be seated and to be quiet. Crichton waited for the other students to arrive before the doors closed and the teacher took his place in front of the room. “Hello students, this is the first part of your two part Entrance Exam to get into Duelist Academy. The first part is the written test. You will have to first pass this test before you can go to take the second part of the test, the Dueling Portion of the test. I will now hand out the test and when you are finished you will hand it to me and wait until I call your name.” The teacher then handed out the tests and told everyone they could begin. Crichton looked down at the test and visibly paled. "funk I hate tests." An hour later Crichton was finished with his test. He sat back down and waited a while before the teacher called him up. He took a deep breath and then walked up to the teachers desk. He stood there standing and the teacher motioned him to sit down. Crichton did so and waited for the teacher to begin. “Congratulations you passed,” the examiner droned on as she chewed on her pen. "What did I get?" “I’m not allowed to reveal your test score." He handed Crichton a generic duel disk. "You will use this for your test." “Thanks,” He said sarcastically. “You may now go to the Dueling Field. An Instructor will tell you where to go from there. You are allowed to watch duels until your time has come.” The dueling would be easy compared to the test. Crichton walked on until he saw a sign pointing him towards the outdoor dueling arena’s. He walked down the hallway and followed the signs until he got to a large, out door arena filled with many players dueling it out. He found the instructor and was told that he could watch some of the other duels until it was his time for his own. He told him that the screen would show him which teacher he was scheduled to duel and an estimated time of the wait. His instructor looked very old. He was pale, and his skin was wrinkled. If the bags under his eyes were any indication he was lacking sleep. His hair was thinning and gray. Single strands of gray hair stubble rested on his chin. He wore a blue overcoat that looked like one of an old ship captains. A gray fedora balanced itself on his hunched frame. "Now I activate, the magic card Inferno Fire Blast." A euphoric blast of light and color filled the air as the flaming attack was directed towards the examine. He dropped to his knees in pain as the realism generator on his duel disk registered the giant drop in his lifepoints. "Good game boy," He dusted off his coat. "But not good enough, scram." Crichton started walking up the stairs, he adjusted his glasses. "What's up doc." The examiner scowled. "Didn't your parents ever teach you to show respect to your elders." "I don't have any parents." "Oh, I'm sorry." The examiners thin gray eyebrows arched up. "Why don't you cry me a river. You won't get pity out of me." "I didn't come here for pity I came to duel." "Be careful what you wish for boy." They walked to the center of the arena and shook hands. Both of them cut their opponent's decks and walked back to the starting position. "DUEL!" He waved the old man off, “Yeah, sure.” The examiner added six cards to his hand quickly. "I've lived through a lot of things, and I've met a lot of people. You're gonna have a hard time impressing me." "Whatever Doc." "I'll play Graceful Charity." Three cards shot out of his duel disk. "I'm hopeful you know what it does." "I've seen it a couple times." The examiner placed two cards into his graveyard. "I summon Baby Dragon (1200/700) in attack mode. Then I set one card face down. Your move." A small yellow dragon flapped his wings desperately trying to fly. When he tried to breath fire a little smoke came out instead. "I'll summon my Kurikiller (1600/1300) in attack mode." A brown ball of fur appeared on the field. He shook angirly and bore his fangs. "Now I discard three kuribullet cards from my deck to the graveyard." "I've never seen those cards before." "You have now, attack his Baby Dragon!" The Kurikiller flew straight towards the dragon and tried to sink its teeth into it. "Chain, Negate Attack!" Kurikiller smashed against an invisible wall. "I'll end my turn." "Good boy," He slammed a card on his duel disk. "I summon Decoy Dragon (300/200) in attack mode!" "What are you getting at? Playing a monster that weak in attack mode. How big of an idiot do you think I am?" "Secret my boy." He smirked. "But can you figure it out?" "Let me spell it out. I. Am. Not. An. Idiot!" "Fine, quit ranting and play." "Now I get to add one Kuribullet card from my graveyard to my hand thanks to my Kurikiller." He drew a card from his deck. "Then I'll summon my Holy Kuriboh." A similar ball of fur except white appeared on the field. "This is where the interesting part happens, I can discard my Fire Kuribullet to activate my Kurikiller's effect." The brown ball of fur opened his mouth and out came a streaming ball of fire. Baby Dragon flailed as it was engulfed. "You lose three hundred life points." Examiner: 7600Crichton: 8000 "Then the Fire Kuribullet's effect kicks in. I can destroy one of your monsters, and half of it's defense points are taken out of your lifepoints." Examiner: 7250Crichton: 8000 "I'm not a damned idiot!? If I attack that midget you'll summon a bigger dragon. End turn." "Well played boy." Examiner: 7250Crichton: 8500 "At the end of every turn, my Kuribullets remove themselves from play. And Holy Kuriboh's special effect increases my lifepoints by 500 every time that happens." "As I was saying," He slammed down a card. "I summon my Red-Eyes Serpent (1600/1500)." A black snake coiled itself around the examiner and bore it's fangs. "He gains three hundred attack points, and so do all my other Red-Eyes monsters (1900/1500). Now attack his Kurikiller!" A black and red stream of fire engulfed and incinerated the small creature. Examiner: 7250Crichton: 8200 He added a Kuribullet card from his graveyard to his hand. "I'll attack your Decoy Dragon with Holy Kuriboh!" The white creature opened its mouth and out came a pure shining ball of energy. "Idiot, now I can summon a more powerful creature!" A large black dragon materialized, it was the biggest monster on the field. Its eyes were as red as blood. Its fangs were large and menacing. It smacked its tail around experimentally. "Rise Red Eyes Black Dragon (2700/2000)!" "You think I would let you do that if I didn't have a plan, I'll use Holy Kuriboh's effect to discard my second Fire Kuribullet." A stream of fire engulfed the large black dragon. Examiner: 5950Crichton: 8200 The examiner didn't look fazed. "You made a foolish move boy. Now I'm mad." "I don't give a sheet." He set a card face down and ended his turn. "You will soon enough. Dark Hole!" A vortex covered the field in a blanket of darkness, things began to distort and slowly everything was sucked in. "I'll set one card face down and summon my Red Eyes Hyrda in attack mode." He tipped his hat over his eyes. "Attack!" Examiner: 5950Crichton: 6700 "I'll set one card facedown and end my turn." "Ha, no monsters eh. I play the card Premature Burial!" A black burst from the ground. "Attack Inferno Fire Blast!" Examiner: 5950Crichton: 4300 "Now my Hydra can attack twice!" Examiner: 5950Crichton 1300 "Boy, you won't win." "Never count me out!" "No, you lose. I activate Inferno Fire Blast." Examiner: 5950Crichton: 0000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Kurikiller4*/DARK/Warrior/1600/1300When this card is successfully Normal Summoned, discard 3 [bullet] Magic cards from Deck. During each of your Standby Phases, you can add 1 [Kuribullet] Magic card from your Graveyard to your hand. Once per turn, during your Main Phase, you can discard 1 [Kuribullet] Magic card to inflict 300 damage to your opponent. Holy Kuriboh3*/Light/Spellcaster/1300/1700During your End Phase, if a [Kuribullet] Magic card in your Graveyard is removed from the game by its own effect gain 500 LPs. Once per turn, during your Main Phase, you can discard 1 [Kuribullet] Magic card to inflict 300 damage to your opponent. Fire KuribulletNormal MagicInflict 500 damage to your opponent. If this card is discarded for the effect of a [Kuriboh] Monster, destroy 1 of your opponent’s Monsters and inflict damage to their LPs equal to half the DEF of the destroyed Monster. During the End Phase of a turn this effect is used, remove this card in the Graveyard from the game. Red-Eyes Serpent4*/DARK/Reptile/1600/1500[Red-Eyes] monsters gain 300 ATK. Red-Eyes Hydra4*/WATER/Dragon/1500/1100If you control another [Red-Eyes] monster this card can attack twice. 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Victory Posted July 29, 2008 Report Share Posted July 29, 2008 One Word: Genuis.Do you mind if I add it to my ycm jump Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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