The Battlefield Scrounger: Prologue Finito.

[RingoEx19]

 

The moonlight’s luminance shone over the storming battles of our duel. There was a nostalgic fragrance in the outside air tonight; a sense of deja vu. Was it destiny occurring once again? Were the hands of a clock striking midnight at this very moment? It was a vibe that ran down a person’s spine and chilled them to the bone. Whether it was the hands of fate or pure coincidence that were driving forward the events of this night, it would have to be an issue I would divulge into later.

 

A bead of sweat ran down the corner of my eyelid. I stared at the titanic monstrosity that was summoned before my quivering frame, a hulking behemoth that resembled a half-ogre, half-giant. Its hairless head was brimming with scars latched upon every surface visible, with a single vast eye staring mercilessly at me. It wielded a bloody morning star in both muscular arms that had large veins running down from its shoulders. It looked clumsy. But with 3500 Attack Points, I could guarantee that when it attacked, it wasn't going to be pretty for whoever was on the other side of that gigantic crude weapon.

 

My opponent wielded a proud grin on his face, exposing his yellowed teeth. His hand was emptied by that reckless tactic he had done in order to summon his Phyrexian Beast and there were no Set cards on his field and no monsters other than that immense cyclops before him. But he looked as if victory was already in reach of his hands, despite his underwhelming card advantage.

 

"End turn," spouted the callow man.

 

The Swords of Revealing Light hovering above the field dissipated in a flash of scintillating lights.

 

My protection's finally gone. I got to make this draw count.

 

Time to count my sheep. Three cards in my hand. All situational; one that could blow away all the Spell and Trap cards on the field and send them spiraling off into the Graveyard with violent gales of squalling wind; another that would revive a monster from both players’ Graveyards and Set them down on the field; and a last card that could force my opponent into attacking with all monsters on his side of the field.

 

The LED display on my duel disk. Three digits projected a whitish light into the nighttime shadows of the alleyway, banishing the darkness away from me like an aura. 900. It would vanish immediately away into a single digit from a single blow of that demon. A single blow would be all it would take.

 

And not a single card on my side of the field. The odds weren’t against me; they were ready to lynch, thieve, rape, and murder me. The last turn was something that was worshiped by all capable duelists. It was a time where the raging battle would finally cease and a winner would be declared. It was a time where the hand of Lady Luck would be most seen.

 

I closed my eyes. This would be the last turn. Whether it would end in success for me, who knew but the phantoms lurking in the depths of the city night? I swung out my hand at the duel disk latched upon my right arm, clutching the top card of my cold deck with forefinger and middle finger.

 

"Lets end this duel." I flicked my wrist in a flourish of grace and drew the card that would lead to victory or defeat, eyes still closed. I took a deep breath of the dewy air, the scent of springtime inhaled through my nostrils, and opened my eyes.

 

"Draw!"

 

***

 

“So?”

 

The orange radiance of the dawn was approaching from the far side of the horizon, casting a bright and almost majestic warm glow into the cityscape. Litter was thrown astray in every seeable direction of the street we were Plastic bottles, ripped cardboard boxes, and endless mounds of black garbage bags were scattered on the sidewalks. The apartments in this particular neighborhood looked run-down. Shitty. Abandoned. But I knew that right now, inside the walls, were starved men wearing ragged clothing sleeping on beds with broken springs with whores who had whoresons and whoredaughters. I spat in a crack on the street, noticing with a tinge of disgust of how much red there was in my saliva.

 

"So? What do you mean?" My words came out awkward as a result of the bruised lip and swollen cheek I now carried proudly at the dawn of the day.

 

"Did you win or what?" His voice was nearing anticipation now. My eardrums throbbed and there was a melody of pain beating a symphony in my head. It was a grade-A migraine.

 

"The duel ended. That's all you need to know."

 

 

 

 

The beginning of a YGO fanfic. Less emphasis on the card game perhaps, but we'll see. Criticism is needed. Naturally, the first chapter would continue seamlessly from the prologue and there would not be any missing links whatsoever.

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