Vengeance, Card Games and Magic

Funny… I thought we would have an intro for this chapter.

Meh.

Vengeance, Card Games and Magic:

Distracting you from the assumed important things you have in your life. (Then again, ponies are an important part of your lives.) …IGNORE THE PREVIOUS STATEMENT NOT IN BRACKETS!

The one responsible for keeping track of writing the story: Morgie93

The ones that does pretty much do nothing: obsidianreaper and Sketch

4: More Cliché, Definitely Not Gay and the Kazakhstani Way

Twilight's House-tree/Library/Something else…

"Don't worry," Spike rubbed burn cream into Yugi's eyes, "This happened to me a few weeks back."

"It feels like they are bleeding from the inside." Yugi complained. "I don't even think therapy can help me. That thing is worse than Waterworld, every Police Academy movie and the Transformers remakes combined."

Barging through the door, Twilight, Joey and Rainbow caught the two by surprise, stopping the music in the process.

"Spike?!!" Twilight asked the small purple dragon, "Who is this and what are you doing?"

"It's not what it looks like!" Yugi quickly denied any assumption they had.

"What does it look like anyway?" Spike commented.

"Yeah," Joey added on, "To me it looks like Yug burnt his eyes out after reading some really messed up erotic fan fiction."

"Huh," Dash said aloud, "It looks more like some thug tried to cut his eye out."

"Or attempted to inject a life-saving medication for his shortness."

"Maybe he gouged his own eyes out after he got a really bad case of pink eye."

"Did someone say my name?" Another voice called out.

Everyone in the room turned around to see a massive chimney, sticking out in the middle of the library. Out of the chimney came one sooty Pinkie and another equally sooty Tristan. How they managed to get the chimney inside was ignored.

"Tristan Taylor is in the house!" Tristan shouted as he stepped out of the chimneystack, dusting himself off. “I finally got what I wanted for Christmas: a pony!”

“A pony?” Joey said in confusion, “That’s the stupidest idea for a present ever!”

[That would be his reaction in 2006. Let’s see his reaction in 2012.]

“A pony?” Joey said in confusion, “What a brilliant Christmas present! Even though it’s six years late and the audio quality has improved by a mile.”

"Pinkie," Twilight asked the pink, hyperactive nutcase. "Who is he?"

Pinkie being Pinkie, blurted it all out in a fast blur of words, "Well... I was passing through this weird barrier thing where all these people stare at us all the time and then I see Tristan from Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Abridged series passing by. So I thought to myself: 'What's Tristan doing here?' And then I remember that the guy who's dying on his laptop has started to write down what happens to us in the near future. I go up to Tristan and say: 'Ohmygosuohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! It's you!' And it turns out that he totally already knows who I am too! And we're all like 'Yay!' and then we threw a massive party through the Internet! We had Billy Mays over along with 60's Spiderman who signed Tristan's voice for him with his single fuck that he gave. Also there was Black Jesus, Gandalf, Old Spice Guy, Morgan Freeman, George Bush and Ghost Nappa at the party! Oh it was amazing with all the lights turning on and off whilst Vinyl Scratch was playing Skrillex and it was all like 'Boom Boom Boom Boom!'. Morgan Freeman drank too much vodka after he did some lines with Gandalf and passed out in the bathtub. We also dared Georgie to eat a slug and we were all like: 'Eww!' and 'Dude, that's so messed up!' 60's Spiderman showed Tristan an online pirated version of the new Spiderman movie and Tristan thought is was a pile of—"

"I think that's enough Pinkie Pie..." Rainbow Dash cut her off before she went on a further tangent of craziness. "Long story short: These guys are here to help us out."

"With what?" Twilight asked, "I don't understand any of this nonsense."

Just then, the front door swung open again. This time, five more figures came through to provide filler for the writer to delay the plot. Rarity, Applejack and Fluttershy, along with Duke and Serenity, made their way to everyone else.

"Twilight," Applejack said in her usual Southern accent, "We found these humans an' we need yer help."

Twilight groaned with annoyance, "Why is it that when all this crazy stuff happens, it's me every freaking pony goes to see?!"

Rarity spoke up in her posh Canterlot/British accent, "Twilight darling, as much as we enjoy disturbing you, Lyra's out of town and well... we didn't know who else to call. Luckily Dukie here told us about his friends."

"Think nothing of it baby." Duke continued to swagger in style {You know what to do.}.

"Don't forget me Duke!" Serenity added on.

"Why would I forget you, Serenity?"

'Oh great,' Tristan thought, 'The witch has placed a curse on Serenity! He's stealing my woman! What an asshole!'

'Oh great,' Spike thought at the same time as Tristan, 'That pretty-faced jerk is hitting on my beloved Rarity! He's stealing my girl! What an asshole!'

"Um... Twilight?" Fluttershy spoke in a hushed whisper, "Who are these strange people?"

Yugi, finally recovered from the strongest of all evils, spoke up. "My name's Yugi Mutou and this is Joey, Duke, Serenity and Tristan." He said, pointing to each one. "And you?"

"My name is Twilight Sparkle and these are my friends: Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. I think that will settle things down..."

"Twilight sounds like the name of the crappy book series and movie about vampires featuring Shark Boy, an unwanted brony, and a talentless whore." Yugi added on, "At least nothing can distract us from what is actually going o–"

And in the name of all that is ironic, Yugi's Millennium Puzzle began to glow. From inside the Puzzle came forth the greatest man in the universe: Yami Victor Yugi in a tutu.

The Pharaoh was shocked to be out of the Puzzle. "This isn't the ballet recital! Yugi, why is everyone in this room a fucking pony!"

"Calm down Pharaoh," Yugi comforted the once dead Egyptian spirit, "Just tell me what it was like."

"It was awful Yugi!" Yami pouted. "They didn't have cable and they kept playing repeats of old 'Zorc and Pals' episodes. No words could describe how horrible it– AH! A dragon! Stand back everyone! I shall dispose of the foul beast myself!"

Drawing a Daeric one-handed sword, capable of doing 538 points of damage in a single attack, he pointed it at Spike who, if he could, was shitting bricks.

"Wicked monster," Yami goes on, "I have played Skyrim for six months now and killing a dragon is an easy feat. I would have simply killed you right now if I had not taken an arrow to the knee. Or traded in my normal leather boots for dragon leather. Die!"

Taking a lunge at Spike, he tried his best to cut off the baby dragon's head. Everyone else was simply standing there watching the action.

"Hey! What's with you trying to kill me!" Spike shouted back at the crazed swordsman.

"Once I absorb your soul, I am going to use your hide as a cape!" Yami said as he went once more for the kill shot.

"What is wrong with you?" Rainbow Dash finally stood up for the little dragon. "Why can't you love and tolerate like everyone else?"

Yami unequipped himself and stared down at her. "I'm sorry Miss Roy. G. Biv, it's just that I would expect a lesbian to talk about tolerance for others."

"I am not a lesbian!" Dash barked at Yami.

This provoked everyone in the room (apart from Spike hiding from Yami, Rainbow Dash having the comment directed to her and Joey just staying out of it this time) to synchronise a sarcastic "Riiiiiiiiight."

Tristan and Pinkie added on their own little bit: "We don't believe you!"

"Pharaoh," Joey protested, "Don't you think what you're doing is a little bit harsh just to assume her sexuality based on her natural hair colour?"

"Joey, she's an athlete." Yami went on with his statement, "All female athletes are lesbians; always touching each others’ butts. Look how muscly and manly they are! Therefore, she is a lesbian. Flawless logic."

“Come on, there are female athletes that aren’t gay.”

“She slept with a female griffin.” Twilight supported Yami’s argument.

“Hey!” Rainbow shouted. “That was just harmless sexual experimentation. I see you do it with those plastic horns!”

Pinkie tried to cheer her friend up. “Don’t worry Dashie, Nowacking is also a lesbian too!”

“No Pinkie, she’s not a lesbian.” Yugi corrected Pinkie Pie’s common mistake.

“Which lesbian?” Yami asked in confusion.

“For the last time,” Rainbow Dash sreamed in anger, “I, AM NOT, A LESBIAN!!!”

“Well, clearly you are.” Twilight said in a matter of factually tone.

“You’re supposedly one of my best friends, so why aren’t you supporting me?”

“I am supporting you. Supporting the fact that you clearly are a filly-fooler. That’s what best friends do: Insult each other.”

“Fine then,” Rainbow concluded, “At least I get some action instead of clopping over erotica, El Virginio. That explains this book here!” She held up the copy of Fifty Shades of Grey.

Yami then erupted in a roar of laughter. “Ah hahahahaha ha! Virgins.”

Pinkie Pie proceeded to create more holes in the fourth wall. “That joke is sooo unoriginal! I mean, is the writer really just repeating the same old jokes like LK or is he going to write new, original material? And what is he doing instead of this? Maybe he’s found the giant rock reference in pokehidden’s ‘Banned from Equestria’ [Definitely NSFW. DO NOT GO NEAR IT! I was too late...] or something even more random like watching the terrible abridged episodes of My Little Pony.”

“That flash animation gave me lupus.”

[It hasn’t done anything to me. (What is this horrid demonic thing that I am seeing?!! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!) Nope, nothing happened.]

“What is lupus?” Fluttershy questioned the obscure reference from Yami. [Breaking the fourth wall is so much easier than actually writing something proper.]

“Oh Fluttershy,” Rarity chortled,

≤Chortled… Really?≥

[No one asked for your opinion! (I did.) Go to hell, me! (No.) …You win this time.]

“Only those who are sophisticated and watch episodes of House MD can understand the complex medical in-joke.”

“So yer sayin’ that Ah’m not as good as you are?” Applejack responded, feeling that the comment was directed at her.

[Ha! People who actually have friends and social lives… Wait… You just foreshadowed something… but I can’t remember what…]

“Well…” Rarity continued on with her payout. “If you insist, I think of you as a stereotypical, inbred Southerner who probably thinks that two plus two is a trick question.”

“Fine, Ah think yer jus’ some stupid, posh wannabe an’ can’t even get anywhere in life!”

“Oh… IT. IS. ON, BITCH!”

The ivory unicorn then lunged out at the orange earth pony and the two proceeded in a hoof-fight, with no clear indicator on who would win. As they continued their fight off-screen, Tristan saw this as the perfect opportunity to try and punch Duke, distracted by the… female on female wrestling...

[(Keep writing more borderline rule 34 stuff!) Proper story! (No! You do not get to resist me! I have the high ground!) Proper motherfucking story!]

Tristan, having missed his opportunity due to other issues, (1. Tristan’s mental capacity. 2. There is no second reason! 3. Duke’s too beautiful to get hurt.), decided just to complain. “How dare you put a curse on my bride to be, you evil witch!”

Duke moved back from Tristan hesitantly, “I am sorry to do this, but you have forced my body! Prepare to feel my true power!”

Unleashing a powerful ray of concentrated swagger, Duke finished off Tristan Taylor once and for all… or so he thought…

“You fail to realise that my voice gives me super strength!” Tristan shouted in triumph. “Now prepare to–“

He was interrupted as the door swung open again, revealing a man in a turban and a man-kini.

Twilight couldn’t take it anymore. “Why is everyone just barging into my house?!”

Yugi realised who was this mysterious foreigner. “No, not you! Anything but Sascha Baron Cohen!”

And as the man walked into the house, he spoke in a thick Kazakhstani accent. “Jagshamesh! My name a Shadi, and I have come to bamboozle you with storyline and brag about how much better Kazakhstan is than Uzbekistan, Canada, Naughty Naughty Korea, Greece, Turkey, Ethiopia, Jamaica, Georgia, New Zealand, Mongolia, Romania, Kyrgyzstan and Austria in Olympics. Especially Poland and Israel. Now who is the fourth best country in the world? Great success!”

“Wow,” Joey commented, “This totally doesn’t make fun of how bad the London Olympics are.”

“Or how much this is turning out like My Little Marik. At least this is better than the earlier episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged.” Pinkie Pie added on.

“Nyeh?”

“So, pink terror of the Internet,” Shadi continues to talk, “We at last meet each other. You have caused more problem than Deadpool and Freakazoid for fourth wall. Do you know what happens when something is full of holes?”

"They become Swiss cheese!" Pinkie cheerfully spoke.

“How exactly did you know that, Pinkie?” Twilight asked her reality-bending friend.

“The Internet, silly! Though I think you should stay away from that as much as you can, especially with the amount of ship/clop fics you have along with Dashie. Rule 34’s a bitch!”

“What’s at clop-fic?” Rainbow said in confusion. “Wait… I’d rather not find out if Twilight reads them…”

“Very good,” Shadi interrupted the conversation. “The Jews got what was coming to them. You must also be aware of the production team responsible for story to progress.”

“Nah, it’s all Morgie’s work.” Pinkie quickly commented.

“Anyways, he is about to be compromised by main villains of Season Two. In other words, Discord and Melvin are going to cause big trouble in both worlds. Like Miley Cyrus with good song, not!”

“D-d-discord?!!” Fluttershy cowered in fear at the mention of the name.

“Melvin?” Duke asked on top of Fluttershy’s statement.

“Villain shipping extravaganza?” Yami added on.

“Yes,” Shadi confirmed all of their suspicions, “With their newly found shipping pairing, they will take over and bring about the end of the universe. Now if you excuse me, I must go and watch The Dictator in 3D. Chenquieh.”

“Hold up!” Yugi quickly prevented Shadi from leaving, “Why can’t you do something to stop them instead of dragging us into this mess?”

“…I am a ghost!”

“You’ve said this before!”

“High five!”

“Brohoof!” Pinkie shouted out and placed her pink hoof into Shadi’s palm.

And in a flash of light, the mysterious Shadi disappeared into nothingness. Before anyone could question what the hell happened, they too disappeared to prevent the writer from doing any work in writing the story.

Sydney, Australia…

“After watching all the old episodes with the terrible voice acting and slow dialogue, I finally have a new chapter! Even though I left the story on a terrible anti-climax, there will be no repercussions for my actions whatsoever. Finally I can look up that flash game by pokehidden everyone keeps talking about.”

*knock* *knock*

“Hmm, I wonder who that could be?” Tom said as he opened the door. “Whatever you’re trying to sell to me I’m not interest–“

“Hello there, Morgie93,” Discord menacingly said, “Or should I say Tom. It’s payback time for your terrible crimes.”

“Wait, what are you on abou–“

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“Are you sorry now?” Discord lifted Tom’s head from the keyboard after smashing his face into the keyboard repeatedly. “Are you going to stop writing terrible fan fiction?”

“Never!”

“Very well….”

“Wait! I take it ba–“

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“Stop it! Tom pleaded as his nose began to run with blood, “Look, I’m sorry I did a bad job with the first chapter bu–“

“There were more things wrong in the opening chapter than there are in anything else in the world! Even more than Jersey Shore! Why did you even do this?” The deity of chaos barked at the writer.

“When you have an editor as good as Saker, I mean erm… Sketch, there’s so much one has to go over again and again.”

Discord was confused. “So you let him get credit for doing nothing?”

“You should see what Chris does.” Tom shrugged his shoulders, “Sometimes I wonder why my subconscious has a speaking role. (Because I have cookies.) Fair enough.”

“…Why was I left to deal with you?” Discord grumbled to himself.

Tom smugly smiled at him. “I believe you can answer your own question. *ahem* ‘You get the unimportant members and leave me with the boy’. I can’t believe you don’t even remember last chapter. I am very disappoint.”

“You know what? Fuck. You. You’re coming with me!” He grabbed Tom by his neck and carried him off to the Shadow Realm.

Sending his foot to greet Discord’s face, he broke free of his captor’s talon-like grasp.

“Ow!” The writer whined, “If you wanted to take me away from here, why didn’t you just tell me so?”

“Huh?”

“I hate it here! Being constantly persecuted by twig-praying psychos, starved in my own bedroom with no toilet and having to cope with my own brain is too much for me to handle. That plus we now have an Australian version of Jersey Shore.”

“Kangaroo Shore?” Discord said in confusion.

Morgie groaned at the response. “Everyone thinks it’s all about bloody kangaroos here! Does anyone stop to consider the other endemic creatures of our country, or maybe other aspects of our culture? We invented planking! We invented the splade! We even invented shuffling!”

“Jeez,” Discord grumbled at the complaints. “This would have been so much easier with the chloroform and the pink, fuzzy handcuffs.”

“What?”

“Never mind. So, any last requests?”

“Just the one…” Tom asked the draconequus, “Where’s Melvin at? I couldn’t be bothered with writing out what he would do next.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you, just as long as the audience dares to continue with this story.”

“I double dare them to read good Yu-Gi-Oh fan fictions.”

“Reading Yaoi with Bakura and Marik?”

“Yu-Gi-Oh Equus.”

[(Why did you steal a joke from Code MENT for?) moviemaster8510 deserves it. Don’t worry The F8ful 1; your time will come to receive a cameo. (Morgie, you are a no good, whiney little bi–) John is the best pony!]

At EB Games…

“Now, who is your manager?” Melvin asked the only man at the register.

“I am,” The store manager said, “And you just killed the rest of my employees! Blood is so hard to get out of the carpet!”

“You should see the mess I left on my way through Kmart. Those prices are murder!”

“What is it you wanted so badly?”

“I want a copy of Diablo 3.”

“I’m sorry, we only have one copy left. We haven’t been able to restock since May. That’s how old this joke is.”

“Will you give it to me free of charge?”

“I’m sorry, I am a level 84 Fire Mage on World of Warcraft and I don’t know the meaning of giving anything for free.”

“I killed a unicorn.”

“Beg pardon?” The manager questioned the serial killer.

“I killed a little unicorn in real life.” Melvin began, “It was really simple. Offering a hug to him, I slowly squeezed the life out of him. Then I went to his mourning parents’ house and murdered them all. One unicorn shot rainbow bullets at me, but he too died painfully with a stab in the eye socket. You may not know what it is like to take a real person’s life, but I have. And if you think I show any kind of remorse, you must have some mental disorder. Give me the fucking game now.”

Pulling out the copy from behind the counter, the manager makes one very fatal mistake.

“Here you are sir. Can I interest you in a subscription to Nintendo magazi–AAAAAARRRRRGGGHH!!!!” He screamed in agony as Melvin violently asphyxiated him.

“Ah hah hah hah ha!  Australians are fun to hug.”

Another Sydney, after two chapters of traffic…

"Bakura," Marik whined whilst affectionately stroking his Millennium Rod, "Tell the taxi driver to turn the radio down."

"No, that will only make him talk to us more!" Bakura replied, and then changed his mind as the radio DJ put on a very awkward song for the two. "Fine, only because it's her."

Bakura breathed in deeply before recalling what he learnt partially from Ryo. "*ahem*, 'Scuse me, mate. Can youse do us a solid and turn off the squawk box? Ta."

{Direct translation: Pardon me, worthiest of gentlemen. Is it possible that within your physical bounds you take it upon yourself to fulfill the very task of switching the electrionical apparatus that receives waves of the radio kind off? I truly thank you for your actions in doing so.}

"Sure thing, mate." The extreme stereotype spoke, "Anything fer a true blue local. So... youse'n' the sheila goin' out fer a night at the pub?"

"Did he insult me?" Marik asked.

"Erm... no." Bakura lied through his teeth. He then picked up the conversation again with the man. "Youse got it wrong, I got a bloody pommy accent mate an' she's a bloke. What's the bush telegraph?"

{I apologise on your behalf for the confusion of the matter at hand. I myself am an esteemed British sounding emissary whilst my companion here is a gentleman and not a lady. Might I enquire what the idle information around these parts are?}

"Down right!" The driver of the ute went, "Youse have pissed bikies playing blackjack on Harleys, a king hit on a King's boy at King's Cross an' the ranga sheila runnin' the floor. Blimey! It's been all down queer street since 'The Shire' got on telly."

"Hey!" Marik misunderstands the driver again, "I am not gay!"

"Marik, he wasn't insulting you." Bakura silenced the tanned Egyptian, that for some reason knows Japanese, English and French. "All he said was that the economy has been terrible ever since 'The Shire' premiered."

"Wow, I didn't know that hobbits could cause such a problem on TV."

"As usual, you have managed to confuse yourself (Which is no surprise to me). Do you remember Jersey Shore?"

"Those fake-tanned people doing stupid things on that show? Of course I do! Who can forget mid-rifts like theirs, even though they are no match for mine! What’s ‘The Situation’ going to do in this situation? Ha Ha!"

"It's just like that... but Australian."

"What is it called? Kangaroo Shore?"

Bakura shook his head. “ I believe it is called The Shire."

"No!"

"I am afraid so."

Bringing his face up to the taxi driver, Marik freaked out. "How far are we away from the Shire?!! I, Marik Ishtar, command you to get us to a hotel as far as possible from..."

"Cronulla?" The taxi driver filled in the gaps of his passenger's request.

"Exactly! No where near that place!"

"Sure thing, mate!"

To save time and precious writing space, the utility vehicle lurched forward and abruptly stopped outside the hotel.

"Right, that'll be a pineapple, a lobster, two blueberries, a stawberry, coat of arms and an echidna. Or a slab of beer."

"I don't get it." Marik whispered to Bakura very loudly through a shout.

Bakura sighed again at Marik’s stupidity, "He needs 95 dollars and 55 cents, or a lot of alcohol. Just give him a lime then."

"What?"

"A hundred dollar bill."

"Oh! …Oh."

"Thanks a bunch, mate." Bakura said as Marik handed the money over.

"You know I you could have asked me to speak without all the bizarre colloquial language." The cabbie responded after taking their legal tender.

"She'll be right."

"Just shut the fuck up and get out of the car."

"Piss off, ya wanker!"

Manehatten...

Making their way through the overpopulated streets, we now set our eyes on Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon as they prepare themselves for 'Humicon': A popular convention centered around the fabled race of humans and other pop-cultures in Equestria. Why this part is suddenly serious is a mystery even to the writer...

"Bon Bon!" Lyra shouted in her Princess Neigha metal bikini. "We are going to be late!"

"Just give me a minute for the costume party." Bon Bon replied from the bathroom, smashing something in the progress.

"It is not a costume party; it's called cos-playing!"

"Whatever, just tell me you didn't bring your metal bikini from last year."

"Um..."

Emerging from the bathroom in a mist of steam, Bon Bon appeared in an identical metal bikini.

"This is a nightmare!" Bon Bon shouted in dismay. "One of us has to change now!"

"We can't change!" Lyra commented on the situation, "Costumes are required or else we get kicked out of the convention."

"Why, so you can sell those plushie human dolls to the sick perverts?"

"For your information, those sick perverts have money. Exploiting their single, miserable lives with their fantasies is where the real money is."

Bon Bon rolled her eyes, "Because ponies would buy sex toys like that."

"We'll see who's laughing once I make hundreds of bits off my original idea!" Lyra confidently gleamed.

"I will be your slave it you sell even ten of them!"

"You're on!"

One day at Humicon later,

Walking back into the hotel foyer, Bon Bon hanged her head in shame. "You sold them all... I must be dreaming..."

Giddier than a school-filly, Lyra bounced around the cream earth pony, jingling her bulging bit bag in the process. "At least fourteen months of rent in one day! I am going to have a good time tonight Bon Bon, or should I say slave?"

"Yeah, yeah." Bon Bon grumbled as she called for the elevator. "Quit rubbing it in."

The soft ping of the carriage reaching the ground floor sounded, allowing the mares to enter the compartment. Before being able to push the button for their level, Lyra was heaved out of the way, leaving Bon Bon wide open to press them all.

"No!" Cried the unicorn mare, "We were on level 72! How could you do this to me, Bonnie?"

"I always was a sore loser." She replied with a wide grin plastered on her face.

Elsewhere...

"Marik, you idiot!" Bakura shouted at his Egyptian accomplice, "What in the name of buggery did you just do?!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Marik tried to justify his reason, "Well, I wanted to see if they could all glow at once."

Bakura sighed as he covered his face with his hand, "At least the elevator is still working..."

Irony then took into action, causing the carriage to stop halfway in the elevator shaft. [(Tee hee hee! You wrote shaft! That is hilarious!)]

To the other elevator...

"Great!" Bon Bon exhaled, "I didn't expect any repercussions for my actions!"

"We can still make out whist waiting for our rescue." Lyra added on.

"You have a one-track mind, don't you Lyra?"

"Shut up and kiss me!"

And as their muzzles connected in a deep, passionate kiss, the sexual tension increased dramatically. This was also the same for the two stuck in Sydney's second-rate technology. With the number of ideas that are totally not cliché for their inter-dimensional encounter reaching close to zero, the universal forces brought both couples together in an elevator of Domino City, Japan... Or USA... (Gagh!) by absolute chance.

[And now stand for the national anthem of Kazakhstan.

Sorry, that was the real Kazakh anthem. This is the better one...

I was considering calling this chapter: ‘The part where the 4th wall caves in’ but I realised that this happened ages ago. ‘More Cliché, Definitely Not Gay and the Kazakhstani Way’ is a better title for the chapter.

If you’re wondering why the chapters vary in length, then I’m just as confused as you are quite frankly. Now I am really annoyed because now I have to steal borrow make new jokes up for the next chapter, where Seto Kaiba and Trixie meet the main cast. God I hope I finish it soon.

Yes, The Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan at the 2012 Summer Olympics was beating Australia and trust that USA would win the most medals. But we all have our problems: they have the Jew; USA, the Rednecks, and we Aussies have the Bogan. Is nice! And now, like ratings, I must disappear.

Chenquieh,

Morgie93

PS (Too lazy to work it into the main bulk of the message.) If anyone is good with the arts and the drawing and the colours etc, then could someone make a picture to replace the old one for the story?

I will give any one who draws anything lots of credit. If your image is chosen for the story, you will choose what I have to do in a video dare. Note that there will be no violence, nudity, dangerous activities or anything illegal (So nothing fun whatsoever).]