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[Chaotix] GLITCH WIPED OUT EP. 1!? Sorry guys =(


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    • This seems like a worthy replacement for DS. I like it.
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[align=center]Yu-Gi-Oh! Crossroads of Redemption

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Don't be angry with me for discontinuing DS, I really wanted to do this. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it ^_^

 

 

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[spoiler=[b]Prologue[/b]]

 

The wind traveled at the pace of a snail, almost nonexistent, but surely enough, it was present. Evidence of this was clear, as large clouds of dense dust drifted through the air, and although they were silent, they were a menace to those who would walk the streets, not that there were many people who did that. The reason these dust clouds would roam the streets of this particular area in Metro City, was that there were no roads; only empty patches of earth were there should have been. Roads were not the only thing lacking in this wasteland of depression and virtual poverty. In fact, the residents of this place lacked everything.

 

It was difficult for one to tell that there were residents in this area, seeing that the outside was almost always deserted. However, it was not their fault that they feared the likes of the outside world; it was the fault of the plague of corruption among the powers of Metro City. Time to time, a police officer could be spotted cruising through the empty roads of this place, looking for victims of their own tyranny rather than searching for people to aid. They would issue fake bills, in a sly and disdainful attempt to steal the little money the residents of this neighborhood had. Small, degraded homes lay perched atop one another, in a cluttered, disorderly fashion. This place was a ghetto, if not worse. This place, officially referred to as Sector Zero, was more commonly referred to as The Slumps of Metro City.

 

*Clink* *Clank* *Clink*

 

The contents of the bag of groceries collided, making small noises as they clashed. He walked at a steady pace through the winding dirt roads, carrying a small bag of groceries. The eerie silence of the street was only normal to him. He wore a long rich brown overcoat that came down to his knees, which appeared aged and tattered. Under this, he wore a yellow t-shirt, faded to such a great extent, it initially appeared white to one who did not issue a closer look. His pants beared camo designs, torn and aged as were his other clothes. He was young, aged only 26 years; yet, his military short hair and goatee were snow white in color. He continued walking at the same subtle pace, not too slow, not too fast. Dust clouds entered his eyes, but he must have been accustomed to this, as it did not faze him even slightly. On his face was a neutral expression, until he heard the soft sounds of a vehicle engine, approaching closer by each second.

 

“Not good...” he thought to himself.

 

In the distance, the shape of a D-Wheel motorcycle became visible. The man continued walking at his subtle pace. Suddenly, police sirens flicked on, piercing the silence of the street. The man halted, and did not walk any further. A police officer stopped by him, and smirked devilishly.

 

“You’re on the wrong side of the road.” the officer sneered.

 

The man did not answer.

 

“That’ll be $50, son, or you’re coming with me.” The officer grinned malevolently, as though he was extremely pleased with his ‘catch for the day’.

 

The man twitched, but remained very calm.

 

“I’m sorry officer, but I have committed no crime. And besides, I do not have that much money.”

 

And with that, the man turned his back, and began to walk away.

 

The police officer appeared infuriated.

 

“You think you can defy the law, you filthy scum?! What's your name, punk?”

 

The man turned back, and faced the officer.

 

“Alabaster Neon, sir,” he said in his deep voice.

 

“Well, Alabaster, for your arrogance, you will now witness the power of people whose class in society exceeds yours, ten-fold!”

 

The officer drew a metal rod from a pouch on his belt, and clicked a button on it. As soon as he did this, the rod illuminated itself with high voltage surges of electricity.

 

“NOW DIE!” screamed the officer, as he thrust the rod at the man, aiming directly at his chest.

 

The scenario was motionless for a split second, as the officer could not comprehend what had just happened.

 

The man stood there, the same calmness on his face, clutching the electric rod in his left hand, as though it were a stick.

 

“Only a coward would strike an unarmed man. You are a coward.” He declared, as he tossed the electric rod several meters in the distance.

 

The police officer remained stunned, as he noticed, through the burn hole in the man’s glove from the electric rod, a shiny metal glint, as though the man's arm was constructed of iron.

 

The man pulled up the sleeve of his coat, revealing a full-metal, artificial arm. It was shaped as was a normal man's arm, but the dull color of skin was replaced with shiny, metallic silver. He removed his burnt glove, and began to speak.

 

“If you want to settle this, let us do it in a way that is humane, rather than resort to violence.”

 

He gave his cyborg arm a quick flick, as then, triggered by the flick, emerged a built in duel disk system.

 

The police officer’s shock was quickly replaced with humor.

 

“Scum like you has a duel disk, and a Deck, I suppose? Pathetic. What a sad waste resources! Allow me to crush you personally!”

 

The officer withdrew his own Deck of cards from his pocket, and placed it on his Duel Disk.

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=[b]Evolution Monsters! Alabaster's Trump![/b]]

 

Note: Link Monsters can be Effect Monsters too, as long as they meet the Level and Type requirements.

 

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[spoiler=[b]Chapter 1- OVER 3 QUARTERS GOT WIPED! ANY WAY TO GET IT BACK?[/b]]

 

“Duel,” declared the two duelists, as they readied their Duel Disks.

 

The blazing radiance of the sun’s rays, as white-hot as they were, did not even come close to matching the heat of the tense atmosphere created by the duelists. They glared into each others' eyes, mixtures of hate and ambiguity on both of their faces. It seemed as though an eternity before a man spoke, partly fault of the dead silence of The Slumps, but inevitably, it was bound to occur some time or another.

 

“I’ll go first. That way, I’ll defeat you quickly, so I don’t have to get my hands dirty with your filth.” Said the Police Officer triumphantly, an overconfident grin spread widely across his thin, bony face. The shock of Alabaster’s cyborg arm had now left him completely, as he returned to his original, cocky state.

 

Alabaster did not verbally respond to this, but simply answered with a slight chuckle.

 

“Grr... What’s so funny!?” questioned the Officer, sounding slightly offended.

 

“Well, of course you would want to go first.” said Alabaster, still smiling.

 

“Huh?” the Officer appeared puzzled.

 

Alabaster nodded to himself, delved in deep thought. He put his hand to his chin, and then lifted his head.

 

“Why would you risk it? Why would you ever, in your right mind, risk to lose to man of my status in society?”

 

The Police Officer began to interrupt, but Alabaster continued.

 

“Great shame it would be… Back at the station, when everyone would come to know the information of your loss, to a Slumps-dwelling piece of trash… No? And that is your fear. That is why you will do anything in your power to emerge victorious from this game... Because if you lost, the very people you took advantage of would be the ones to take you down.” There was a

 

 

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No, you don't find out much about the history of the Slump in chapter 1 & 2, and I guess I haven't explained it properly either. It is basically a ghetto. And yes, the cyborg arm a has a story behind it, I'm glad you noticed, because I tried to arise as much questions as possible, so the fic stays interesting ^_^

 

I'm glad you like it so far.

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Again misunderstood! I must have written it terribly! Sector Zero, or The Slumps is a ghetto area in the city, the rest of the city is good. The corruption influences the city's powers, such as the police department, and since The Slump is less "important", these powers take advantage of them.

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Again misunderstood! I must have written it terribly! Sector Zero' date=' or The Slumps is a ghetto area in the city, the rest of the city is good. The corruption influences the city's powers, such as the police department, and since The Slump is less "important", these powers take advantage of them.

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But that is like 5D's.

Satellite is only an extension of Domino that is deemed less important & those people there are commonly discriminated.

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Much like 5D's, like has been said. Alabaster seems much more badass than Yusei, though.

 

I like the opening, a lot. The Sector Zero, how it's introduced, and the corruption plague that spreads the city. An opening like that sets up for a story of epic proportions.

 

(You're quickly becoming my favorite new writer, y'know.)

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Thanks for the comments! Especially you, Umbra :P I thought you would never comment on one of my fics..

 

I've been too busy with something called life, and have not had the time t finish writing ep 1. Hopefully, it will be up by tonight, and I'm really sorry for the delay.

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