+=+ YuGiOh: The Hyper City - Chapter *10* +=+

[Deucalion]

Bump.

 

Also, someone MUST have guessed who ??? is. It's kind of obvious from her chibi and the information given. Come on, try and guess.

[Zeppeli Gyro Supreme]

I like the last chapter, though it was a bit confusing. Can't wait for the next new chapter to come out/

[Deucalion]

Confusing in a good way, or bad? If bad, what was wrong?

 

And go on. Have a guess at who she is.

[Deucalion]

Chapter 8: Tempus Fugit

 

Professor Ebon Grauner quickly sifted through the assortment of cards. He had a rough idea what he was aiming for; he'd dabbled in the game in his spare time, and had played it with his wife. Unfortunately, she'd usually claimed the victory. If he lost, he would never see his wife again... never meet his unborn child... Soon, he had the cards he needed. The Dark World cards. Goldd, Sillva, Brron, Gren, Kakkhi, the familiar names now looked and sounded strange, alien, in this nightmarish tomb, but they were the best chance he had.

 

He couldn't believe that his life hung on the balance of a... a card game.

 

Little did he know, in 20 years time, a young girl would be in a similar situation, her life in the balance, dependant on the cards...

 

He shuffled his deck, showing the mysterious woman what he was doing, and then walked over to the place the woman showed him to. Astonished, he found a Duel Disk there. It looked ancient, yet strangely untouched by the destructive forces of time. He put he deck in.

 

The woman looked at him, and said in a clear voice, yet still with that strange accent, "Let the duel... begin."

 

"Wait!" called Grauner. "If we are to duel, then I should at least know your name."

 

The woman considered this briefly, then responded. "Very well. My name is Ishizu Ishtar, Guardian of Armageddon and the Legate of the Envoys."

 

The titles meant nothing to Professor Grauner, but they sounded strangely impressive.

 

[spoiler=The Battle]

 

[align=center]Turn 1.

Ebon: 4000 | 4000 :Ishizu[/align]

 

(Ishizu's turn. Ishizu draws 5 cards, then another)

 

Ishizu: "I Summon Feral Imp in attack mode, play one face-down card, then end my turn."

 

(A small green creature, the Feral Imp, jumps seemingly out of nowhere, and slashes at the air. ATK/DEF: 1300/1400)

 

(A face-down card appears in the Spell & Trap Zone)

 

Grauner: "Feral Imp? Doesn't seem to match your style..."

 

Ishizu: "This deck is not mine. It was crafted for me, as an honour, by Yugi Muto. It uses some of my cards, and some of his."

 

Grauner: "You mean... the King of Games? We have records of him at the museum! He was an elite duelist, although little more is known... that's impossible. That was one thousand years ago! You can't have been alive then!"

 

Ishizu: "The Dead cannot die again. Now, make your move."

 

(Grauner's turn. He draws 5 cards, then one more.)

 

Grauner: "I summon Brron, Mad King of Darkworld!"

 

(The tomb turns black, completely black. Then, there is a purple glow, flashes of lightning, a hideous laugh, and Brron steps out of a swirling purple gash in the air. ATK/DEF: 1800/1400)

 

Grauner: "What... it looks real. Too real."

 

Ishizu: "It is real. We are dueling in the Shadow Realm."

 

Grauner: "But, it, um, the, ah!"

 

Ishizu: "The loser loses their soul. The winner takes all."

 

Grauner: "What IS the Shadow Realm."

 

Ishizu: "Old. Old, and evil. Now, continue your move."

 

Grauner: "Okay! Now I place one face-down card."

 

(A face-down card appears in his Spell & Trap Zone.)

 

"Bron, attack the Feral Imp!"

 

(Bron hisses at him, snarls, and then claws the Feral Imp in two with his claws.)

 

(Ishizu loses 500 Life Points)

 

Grauner: "I then discard one card from my hand. Your move."

 

(Grauner discards a card)

 

[align=center]Turn 2.

Ebon: 4000 | 3500 :Ishizu[/align]

 

(Ishizu's turn. She draws.)

 

Ishizu: "I activate Reinforcements of the Army. It allows me to add one Level 4 or lower Warrior from my Deck to my Hand, then shuffle my deck."

 

(She does so.)

 

"Then I Set one card in face down Defence mode."

 

(A face-down card appears in the Monster Zone)

 

"And now, I end my turn."

 

Grauner thought quickly. A face down Trap or Spell, and a face down Monster. He shouldn't attack...

 

(Grauner's turn. He draws.)

 

Grauner: "I play Dark World Dealings! Now we must each discard one card, then draw another."

 

(He does so.)

 

Ishizu: "As you wish."

 

(She discards one card, and then draws.)

 

Grauner: "I'll now place one face-down card, then end my turn."

 

(A face-down card appears in the Spell & Trap Zone)

 

[align=center]Turn 3.

Ebon: 4000 | 3500 :Ishizu[/align]

 

(Ishizu's turn. She draws)

 

Ishizu: "I Set one monster in face-down Defence Mode, then end my turn."

 

(A face down card appears in the Monster Zone, next to the other face-down card.)

 

(Grauner's turn. He draws.)

 

She must be bluffing. One monster, maybe, but two? I'll attack the second one with Brron.

 

Grauner: "Brron, attack that card!"

 

(Brron leaps at Grauner, scaring him, then turns, and attacks the face-down card. It flips to reveal Iron Blacksmith Kotetsu, who is destroyed.)

 

Ishizu: "When Kotetsu is Flipped, I can search through my Deck for one Equip Spell Card, and add it to my hand."

 

(She does so)

 

Grauner: "I end my turn."

 

[align=center]Turn 4.

Ebon: 4000 | 3500 :Ishizu[/align]

 

(Ishizu's turn. She draws)

 

Ishizu: "I Flip Summon my card to reveal... Royal Magical Library. Then, I Normal Summon Gearfried the Iron Knight, in Attack Mode."

 

(The iron-bound knight steps forward. ATK/DEF: 1800/1000)

 

"Let me explain something about Royal Magical Library. Every time someone plays a Spell Card, I put one Spell Counter on it. When I have 3 Spell Counter on it, I may destroy them to draw one card.

 

Now, let's move on to Gearfreid. If I attach an Equip Spell to him, it is instantly destroyed."

 

Grauner: "That isn't much use."

 

Ishizu: "You'd be surprised. I activate Butterfly Dagger - Elma, and equip it to Gearfreid! This puts one Spell Counter on Royal Magical Library, but Butterfly Dagger is destroyed."

 

(A dagger appears then disappears in a flash of light.)

 

"Now, finally, if Butterfly Dagger is destroyed, it returns to the owners hand. So, I play it again, and again, and again!"

 

(Ishizu keeps playing the card. The Counters build up on the Royal Magical Library, and she keeps drawing.)

 

Grauner: "So? You get to draw a few extra cards. It won't help that much when I have Brron."

 

(Suddenly Ishizu stops drawing.)

 

Ishizu: "Let me show you my hand."

 

(She takes five cards out of her hand, and shows them to Grauner, revealing them one by one.)

 

"Right Leg of the Forbidden One."

 

"Left Arm of the Forbidden One."

 

"Right Arm of the Forbidden One."

 

"Left Leg of the Forbidden One."

 

"And finally, Exodia the Forbidden One."

 

Grauner: "No..."

 

(The 5 parts of Exodia swirl together, form a pentacle, made of pure darkness. A glimmer of gold appears within, and a vortex swirls around it, growing stronger. The entirety of the room shakes, and Grauner's vision is clouded by darkness. Then, a huge golden figure, garbed in elaborate regalia, stepped forth.)

 

Ishizu: "Exodia, send him to the Shadow Realm!"

 

Grauner: "No... I will never see my family again..."

 

(Exodia steps forward, and then a shock wave of pure light bursts from him, and smashes into Grauner. Grauner disintegrates from the blow, shattering into a million fragments.)

 

[align=center]End of Duel

Ebon: 0 | 3500 :Ishizu[/align]

 

 

 

 

Ishizu stopped, and a sorrowful look crossed her face. She took no joy in what she had done. But Atem the Pharaoh had begged her, as his death wish, to protect the cards. She waved her hand. The bodies of the aide and the bodyguard disappeared too, eaten away by shadows until nothing remained. Ishizu went to return the various cards to the sarcophagus.

 

There was a creature behind her.

 

Ishizu stepped back. It felt evil. A humanoid, but mostly shapeless thing, covered in black armour, wickedly sharp spikes protruding upwards, a demonic sword held at its side. Its red eyes lit the the tomb with a deadly glow. She could feel malice and spite and hatred radiating off it. It was almost like a physical force.

 

The creature simply raised its blade, and swung it with frightening speed at her head. But the sword never made contact, for Ishizu Ishtar was nowhere to be seen. She had disappeared, like a dream. The creature regarded where she had been, then remembered the second task it had been set. Retrieve the cards from the sarcophagi. Its movement was best described as fluid pouncing, a quick and silent aggressive leap in the direction that it wanted to go. It looked into the sarcophagus, its blood red eyes illuminating the cards. It soon found the ones it wanted. Then, it went to the torches on the walls of the room, and put them out, one by one by one. Soon the entire room was dark, except for the red glow of the Overseer's eyes.

 

Then, even that disappeared, to be replaced by shadow.

 

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Chapter 8 done. Yes, I used Butterfly Dagger OTK, but it was necessary, as I needed the Exodia cards to be shown, and reasonably quickly, especially as this is just a flashback.

 

The Chapter after this one is where we see everyone's characters, but next Chapter, we meet Arkana.

[Umbra]

Nice chapter, but nothing outstanding compared to the rest. And you misspelled Pharaoh, but I can live with that. Looks like Kish has [spoiler=Do you really want to know?]

inherited her father's deck.

 

[Deucalion]

Okay, corrected. BTW, 'twas a typo which my Spellcheck missed, I can spell Pharaoh. :P

 

Yeah, it wasn't meant to be an amazing chapter; it's just meant to set up the back story for the next lot of Chapters. If I hadn't done this, things would have been very confusing later on, and not in a good way. And, yes, Kish does that.

 

Next chapter should be more exciting. It features a minor villain, Arkana (guess what his signature card is and you get +1 rep...), and everybody's favourite artist, Argent.

 

Chapter after that, Pica and the other competitors arrive in the Black District. (which replaced Egypt, BTW). Kishara, Kainek, and Taylor also make their appearances.

 

As a side note: is it not outstanding because it is 90% duel and little else, or because of something else? If so, what? Thanks.

 

^_^

[Umbra]

Not because of the duel, but I felt like it's just a chapter among the rest. It's good, but it isn't outstanding.

 

[spoiler=My guess for Arkana's signature card...]

Dark Magician?

 

 

[Deucalion]

Oh, that's alright then. If you make every single chapter feel epic, none would feel epic, because they would be normal. There have to be slow-paced chapters to balance the others.

[Darkrai777]

Very nice. 10/10.

[Deucalion]

Gracias, senor.

[Raveun]

Pretty good!! 9/10. one of the best fan fics i've read. But how did you make the characters, what did you use.

[Deucalion]

www.tektek.org/dream/

 

That'll take you to it.

 

Thanks for the rate. ^_^

[Luna Diviner]

Nice new eps this is getting better and better

[Magma Soilder]

Your fanfic is the best! Great job! 10/10!

[Ikatsui Karite]

dude you should bring this to the public this rules

[Deucalion]

Chapter 9: My Sword is Singing

 

Argent suddenly woke up, his head jerking up, ripped from terrible nightmares, through which he had been hunted by a terrifying faceless apparition. Where was he? His eyes widened suddenly, as he remembered the Overseer. Why was he still alive? Why had it not slain him, ending his life with that wicked blade of his.

 

He looked around, surveying his surroundings. He was in a small, empty room, bereft of any objects, with a simple door in one of the walls, lit by a simple light codem. Argent didn't even bother checking the door. He knew it would be locked, with no hope of opening. Argent tried to stay calm, composed. He had never been one to break down, and he didn't intend to now.

 

He collected his thoughts. The last thing he remembered, through the hazy wall of pain that lingered in his mind, was being dragged into the deep blackness of the shadows, by the monstrous Overseer. It must have done so for a reason. He quickly thought about why it would do so. The Overseers all served the Patrician. So, the Patrician must want him. But why? He hadn't done anything illegal, he had never defied the law. Although, with the Sable Patrician, if he wanted you dead, you died, regardless of your innocence. Sometimes because of your innocence.

 

Argent stood up, his limbs unfolding unsteadily. He was determined not to become hysteric. And, for all his young years, there was iron in those eyes, a flicker of steel-hard willpower.

 

There door opened abruptly, and a figure walked in, then shut the door behind him, then turned around. The figure was clothed in a pitch black silk cloak that concealed his face. On his strong, tanned finger there lay a single gold ring, within which a gem was embedded. The figure announced, in a smooth, compelling voice:

 

"I am the Sable Patrician. Bow down before your lord."

 

Argent thought it best not to antagonize him, and swiftly bowed down, although he loathed it.

 

"Good boy... I hadn't realised you were quite this young. Still, you are never to young to die. Which is exactly what will happen if you try any tricks. I advise you just to do as I command." The Patrician said this with a completely straight voice, and Argent knew that he meant it.

 

"Why have you brought me here!" Argent growled. The Patrician continued as though he hadn't heard.

 

"Now, I hear that you designed me two cards. Two cards I need very much. Of course, I'm very grateful. You have my gratitude." The Patrician said this with complete sincerity, and despite himself, Argent felt proud. It was the way the Patrician spoke, that deep, melodic accent.

 

"Unfortunately, I can't have anyone find out about these cards. So, I'm going to kill you. But, Argent, I'm a sporting man, and anyway, I owe you a favour. I'll give you a chance. Follow me." Argent unthinkingly obeyed the command, and as the Patrician strode out of the room, he followed, servile.

 

The room lead onto a corridor lit at regular intervals by vast glass windows. Argent glanced out of them, gathering vital information about his location. They lead onto barren, uninhabited desert, a bleak landscape disturbed only by brief flurries of sand blowing from the dunes. Argent knew there was only one place left in the world like this. He was in the Black District. A flicker of fear crossed his heart, but he didn't let it show.

 

Underneath his feet, there was rich, plush carpet, and on the walls, there were exquisite pictures and pieces of art of unimaginable beauty. Everywhere he could see there were the trappings of the rich and the wealthy. The Sable Patrician noticed his interest.

 

"I am fascinated by beautiful things. They intrigue me, and so, I collect them. True art is a wonderful thing... although perhaps as not as beautiful as death.

 

Argent was repulsed.

 

"You psycho... why not just kill me now, if you enjoy death so much!"

Argent snarled with false bravado. He was scared now, very scared.

 

"Oh dear. And I thought we were getting along." The Sable Patrician then spun round and grasped Argent and slammed him into the wall violently with frightening strength and speed. His grip was rock-solid, and Argent realised he wouldn't stand even the slightest chance in a fight against him.

 

The Patrician spoke softly and calmly, as though nothing had just happened.

 

"Because if you win, I'll let you free. And if you don't, I get to enjoy a slow and painful death, with agonizing final moments."

 

Somehow, the tone of his voice made it more scary than it would have been than if he'd shouted. The Patrician then dropped Argent in the floor, like a piece of discarded litter. Argent picked himself up, and stumbled after him. They soon arrived at a rusty, iron door. The Patrician nodded at Argent.

 

"Inside."

 

Argent reached for the handle, apprehensive. Then he noticed the door wasn't covered in rust. It was blood. He swallowed, now unbelievably scared, and opened the door, and stepped in.

 

The room into which he stepped was light by brilliant rays of the sun coming in from a skylight. They lit the wooden floor, and white walls. It was cool in here, an artificial breeze pleasantly blowing across his face. Against one of the walls was a wooden frame, in which 7 long thin, leather objects could be seen.

 

Argent walked over to them, and gasped.

 

"They... they're sheaths." He said to himself, looking at the leather cases, each with a curved metallic handle resting on the scaffolding. He picked one up, and drew the blade from inside. It was a masterpiece. The blade was perfectly balanced, razor sharp, whip-like. For a weapon that was perfectly suited to kill, it was elegant and sophisticated. Argent shuddered at this thought.

 

"Very good." The Patrician's voice emanated from above Argent, that authoritative tone compelling Argent to look up. He saw a small wooden balcony coming from one wall, surrounded by thick glass that reflected the plentiful light.

 

"I did say I would give you a chance. Defeat my servant, and I will let you go free." The Sable Patrician sounded so honest, that for a moment, Argent believed him completely.

 

The door to the room opened. Argent stood stock still, then rotated to face whoever it was. The man who had entered the room looked bizarre. A strange red coat hung around him, with green thread etching out odd patterns. His red shirt and trousers matched the coat, and all looked a deep crimson, reminding Argent, unpleasantly, of the bloodied door. The man held a strange cane, which looked harmless enough.

 

"Hello, little boy." The man giggled. His voice was high and breathy, a trembling falsetto. He moved towards Argent in an odd way, his legs and arms completely uncoordinated. He looked bizarre, but not threatening.

 

"Who do I fight?" said Argent, strangely calm. He felt no fear now, only acceptance.

 

"You will fight Arkana." The man giggled again, a high-pitched gurgle.

 

"Where is he then?" Argent waved his sword threateningly at the strange man. This was just too weird. Who was this weirdo clown guy? And what was he doing here? He couldn't possibly be the opponent, could he?

 

Then the man looked up, and Argent saw his eyes. They were bloodshot red pools of madness. And true madness is far worse than intelligence and sanity, because madness can drive a fist through stone. This madness was capable of killing, and then laughing. Someone this madly driven would never give up, and even if you killed them, you should never turn your back, because they'd be there, even then.

 

"He is here. I am Arkana." He giggled again, a sinister sound, then drew a strange sword from the base of his cane. It was like a rapier, incredibly thin, yet wickedly sharp, and the metal was green. On the hilt there was small green orb. The moment Arkana took the blade out, he changed from a shambling clown, to a graceful killer. Argent knew that he'd prefer on Overseer to this monster any day.

 

The Patrician called from on high.

 

"I shall enjoy this. Try to make him last a while, Arkana? And don't get too enthusiastic. The last one took hours for the servants to clean up."

 

Argent stood, feet apart, blade held outwards. He almost unconsciously knew how to handle the sword.

 

Arkana moved quicker than Argent would have thought possible. Argent brought his blade up to block Arkana's more by luck than anything else, and he stumbled back from the shock and force in the blow. Arkana came up to him, and smashed him in the stomach with the pommel of the blade, winding Argent, and sending him crashing to the ground. Argent realised that Arkana could just as easily have stabbed him and fatally wounded him then. He was being played with! A mere toy for this psychotic monster!

 

But that was to his advantage...

 

Argent deliberately played the next few blows down, and Arkana whipped both of his hands with the flat of the blade, and then gave him a glancing cut to the shoulder, all accompanied by that malicious high-pitched giggle. Arkana then moved in swiftly for the finishing blow, expecting the feeble resistance Argent had shown so far, when Argent feinted left, then swung the blade hard to the right. It was Arkana's turn to barely knock the blow, and sparks flew as the blades jarred. Arkana quickly regained his balance, and elegantly forced Argent away by pushing forward with his emerald sword.

 

"I see you like to play games as well..." he gurgled.

 

Argent looked at him. He wasn't scared, just angry. So angry. The Patrician killed so many people, and ruined the lives of so many others... every day, someone died because of the Patrician and his cohorts. Someone like Pica.

 

The mere thought of her brought strength to Argent, and he suddenly pushed forward with a hidden supply of strength, pushing Arkana back with swift, rapid blows, his sword cutting through the air in powerful strikes. Arkana looked briefly amazed, then amused. Argent pushed Arkana back to the wall, then made for a finishing thrust.

 

But Arkana was not there. He rolled under Argent's sword, spun around, and stabbed Argent through the midriff.

 

Argent froze, immense pain wracking through him. he looked down to see the blade sticking out of him. It had gone straight through him and a few inches into the wall. His blood poured out, its deep scarlet clashing with the emerald sword. Argent dropped his sword, and touched the wound, his hands now dripping with his own blood. He knew he was dying, and it hurt so much...

 

THIS SHALL NOT BE. I AM COMING, CHILD.

 

Argent heard the voice, and then all went black.

 

***

 

Arkana giggled for the final time, then looked up to the Sable Patrician for approval. The Patrician nodded, then suddenly stopped in shock.

 

The pure light in the room was dancing, flickering, taking shape... melding with the shadows in the corner of the room, which were moving, swarming together. They seemed to be merging, forming something... first, came lethal claws, then leathery wings, followed by a scaly body, whip like tail, and finally a proud arched head.

 

A Dragon filled the room, hovering in the air. One half was pure white, the other jet black.

 

"Could it be..." The Patrician whispered.

 

The Dragon roared, the sheer noise spreading throughout the room like a solid wall, then, it opened its jaws, revealing impressive teeth, and breathed flames. But no ordinary flames. They were flames of pure light, shining, glorious, splendorous light! They cascaded around Argent, covering him like a halo of arcane majesty. The sword dropped from his stomach, and the wound disappeared, the flesh closing up, as the light healed and restored him.

 

The Patrician roared with anger. If the boy would fetch a dragon, then his own minions could help.

 

He gestured, then uttered a brief incantation. Out of the shadows, obscure shapes rose up, and became Overseers. Thirteen quickly stood around the dragon and Argent, corralling them in, preventing their escape.

 

"Capture them, but do not kill them! Arkana, to me!" He ordered.

 

The dragon looked at the monstrosities that circled it. It snorted in disdain, then exhaled a second inferno. Yet this one was no pristine source of light. It was a flame of darkness, and it scorched the Overseers, shadows pouring over them. At first, it had no effect, indeed, the Overseers seemed to be taking it in, but then, the dragon redoubled the flame, and the Overseers writhed in agony, as the shadows... corroded them, melting away their substance. Then, the dragon grasped the unconscious Argent between its claws, leaped upwards, and flew through the skylight, shattering the glass, which fell like snow downwards, impaling the remaining Overseers.

 

The dragon then flew away, beyond the horizon, into the desert.

 

The Patrician didn't move for a long while, then said to Arkana, who now stood beside him.

 

"I want you to enter my tournament. That, I think, will be the first place the boy goes."

 

"Yes, Master."

 

Arkana looked at him, with those mad, tormented eyes, and giggled.

 

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How was THAT for a Chapter? *yawns* Man, that was exhausting to write.

[Deucalion]

Bump.

[Umbra]

My

God!

[Deucalion]

Told you the next Chapter would be more exciting. ^_^

 

Glad you like it.

[Deucalion]

Bump, because I don't really want to advance to the next Chapter until I have slightly more feedback/constructive criticism.

[Spire]

Dude this rocks! The story is good too! 10/10!

[Zeppeli Gyro Supreme]

It was certainly interesting. The way you write clashes a bit with the theme, but ah well xP

[CrabHelmet]

I just read the whole thing, and it's one of the site's better stories; far too many of the others are just "lol i am play dis card wtq u draw exoda i loos?" Ironic that English isn't your first language when you write better than most people on the site.

 

There are a few places where the writing seems a bit awkward, like:

 

"Never mind how I got here, Corve." The figure stated. "Now, I have a task for you."

 

"stated" really seems out of place here, both because it flows badly and because it's an order, not a statement. But this is excusable if English is really your second language.

 

There were a couple of syntactical problems during Ishizu's duel. Brron's discard effect is optional, so if the-researcher-guy-whose-name-I-forget didn't have a Dark World monster in his hand, discarding would be pointless. This mistake could just be attributed to a low level of skill on the part of the character, though, and the fact that he thought Yugimonz was just a game and that he never used a real Dark World effect makes it seem like he wasn't exactly a great duelist. More importantly, however, you mixed up Dark World Dealings' effect a little; players draw before discarding, not after.

 

Still, on the whole, excellent. I love dystopias, by the way.

[Deucalion]

No, the English not first language was a joke, about the fact I'm Australian, yet none of my characters are saying, "mate", "She'll be right", or any other stereotypical Australian sayings.

 

I was actually thinking about completely redoing the Ishizu duel before you even rated it, because it doesn't really fit, but thanks for pointing out the Dark World mistakes. I hadn't noticed those. I'll probably correct them if I don't redo the duel. ^_^

 

It is stated because it is a direct statement. It isn't exactly an order, because the Patrician doesn't need to order things, anything he even hints at will be obeyed immediately. He isn't ordering Corve, he's just casually remarking a statement, on the premise that "because if you don't" is just hanging unsaid.

 

Yay, I though somebody would appreciate the dystopia. It isn't too dystopian at the moment, or at least it isn't wildly obvious a la 1984, but it will become very dystopian in Book 2. (Yep, there wil be a Book 2)

 

Thanks for the criticism. :)

[Zeppeli Gyro Supreme]

Can't wait for the new chapter. Isn't that the one with my character in it?

 

Anyway, I'm finally getting some time and inspiration to write for my Fan Fic again. Hope you'll check it out soon, as I will more than likely have finished chapter 4 tomorrow.