Riot Labyrinth covered his mouth and snickered. “Prepare yourself Dalton. You’ve already lost before it has even started.”

He drew a card. “I place this card face down. Then I summon Mechawoman!”

A woman wearing nothing, but metallic nipple cups and underwear was summoned. The crowd roared in applause and approval.

Dalton stared at the monster.

“I see that you fear my Mechawoman.” Riot snickered.

That wasn’t it. If he had to put a feeling on it, he had to say he was numb. Like being wrapped in a cold wet towel.

Riot placed another card face down and ended his turn.

Dalton drew his card. He looked at his hand….he had spell cards and trap cards, and the one monster card he had in his hand made him shake. Dalton glared at Malcolm.

From the very start, the deck had been stacked against him.

Regrettably, Dalton summoned his monster.

“I summon Dead Dog.”

That was it. A corpse of a dog was summoned to the field. The room was just silent. Riot cut through the thick of the silence with his unnerving laughter.

“Fool! Do you know what Dead Dog even does? Every turn, he rots and sucks out your heart points! Amateur hour here!”

Dalton silently placed a few random spell cards and trap cards face down to make it look like he had something. They were useless anyways. For example, the trap card he placed down was called Stick. It allowed the dog to fetch a card if he was alive. Dalton felt like crying. Then he ended his turn.

“You’re not even commentating correctly! Where is your enthusiasm for the game!” Riot yelled. He was so intense.

Dalton was absolutely not enthusiastic by this game. His deck was sabotaged, filled with cards that bordered on useless or as a joke.

“No matter! A person that does not love their cards, has no right to stand on the stage!” Riot yelled. “I activate the spell card Lock-On. It allows my Mechawoman to use her nipple laser to hit your heart points. Go Mechawoman! Nipple Beam!”

Mechawoman cooed and arched her back, biting her finger suggestively. All Dalton could do was watch like a brain-dead idiot as blinding light erupted from her nipples and struck him. The number above him went down by nine-hundred points.

Riot yelled in triumph and the crowd roared in approval, jumping up and down as they pointed at Mechawoman’s bouncing boobs.

And while this was happening, a thought was born from Dalton’s mind.

What was this game? How had it changed so much?

“I can see by how you’re holding your head, that you are frustrated! An opponent like you shall never defeat me!” Riot screamed. “I end my turn, leaving your dead dog to fester and take more of your heart points.”

His heart points went down by a hundred points. What a useless monster. It can’t even attack. It was literally just rotting on the field. There were even crows pecking at its corpse.

With a heavy sigh, Dalton drew another useless monster card. With nothing left to play, he put it on the field.

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“I summon Sad Boy.”

A little boy was summoned to the field. Spotting the dog, tears filled his eyes. “Terry!”

The boy embraced the dog’s corpse preciously. “Why did you die? Who did this! You were my only friend!”

Holy shit! What the fuck was happening here?

Even Riot looked horrified at the scene. The boys cries grew louder and more disruptive.

Dalton, again, turned to Malcolm. He turned away, avoiding Dalton’s gaze.

“I end my turn,” he said over the wailing of the young boy.

“It’s still your turn. This is what’s wrong with you! You don’t even read your monster’s card!” Riot yelled.

Dalton read the Sad Boy’s description. It allowed him to summon the Drunk Homeless Man if the Dead Dog was summoned on the field. That was very specific.

“Okay, I will summon Drunk Homeless Man to the field, I guess.”

“Terrible commentating!”

The Drunk Homeless Man was summoned on the field. Immediately spotting the boy, he kicked the boy aside. “Get away from it! That is my dinner!”

The boy attempted to hug his dog again, and the homeless man kicked him aside again, laughing at his pain. Laughing at his suffering. The crowd was as silent as a dead dog.

Their heavy stares weighed upon Dalton.

“It’s not my fault.” He tried to explain. “I didn’t put this deck together. He did.”

Malcolm was gone.

“I’m going to turn him into Terryaki!” The homeless man howled.

“Terry!”

“How dare you!” Riot was burning with passion and rage. “How dare you blame your sadistic deck on someone else! This is why you don’t love your deck! This is why you’ll lose Terry Killer!”

“My name isn’t Terry Killer! It’s Dalton!”

“Shut up Dog Killer!”

“Can I just end my turn. I’d very much like to end my turn.” Dalton pleaded, looking around.

And the boy never saw the dog again. He was left on the streets, beaten and bloody. His innocence destroyed; his childhood revoked. He vowed that day to find the homeless man that took his dog.

“Why is there narration playing?”

Of course, no one answered, but the narration continued to be played.

As the boy grew, he became more vicious, killing those that stood in his way. He eventually found the man that took his dog.

What a dark story. Was this even a duel anymore?

The scene changed in front of them. The boy was now a man, and the homeless man was tied to a chair.

“I have come for my revenge, father.”

“The dog was very tasty.”

Those were the final words between father and son, before the son killed the father.

“They were related? What the fuck is with this dark depressing narrative?” Dalton yelled.

But that did not sate his desire to kill. Eventually he would become The Evil that Lies in the Hearts of All Men.

In front of him the boy transformed into a wicked shadow. The shadow’s red eyes glowed, and he threw up his head, a chilling cry resounded throughout the stage.

“Dear God!” Riot slammed his hand on the table and glared at Dalton. “To subject a pure, innocent boy to such a life! How dare you!”

“I swear I really have nothing to do with this. I don’t even know what cards are in the deck.” He tried to no avail to explain. In the end, he blew a sigh. “Am I allowed to end my turn?”

“Hmph!” Riot drew his card. “I activate Upgrade on Mechawoman! Behold her power as she turns into the powerful Neo Mechawoman!”

Her breasts just grew another cup size. The crowd of course roared in approval. Dalton started to openly weep. This card game made no sense. When had Dark Monsters gotten so complicated? What was with the narration? What was with the different art style and aesthetics? The Mechawoman looked like something straight out of a hentai, and the creepy monster on his side looked like an eldritch horror from a Lovecraft novel.

Riot took his weeping as a sign of defeat. “It’s too late now, Dog Killer! You will face defeat! You will get Isekai’d.”

Being Isekai’d was better than this embarrassment.

“Go Neo Mechawoman! Use Neo Nipple Beam to destroy The Evil that Lies in the Hearts of All Men!”

The beam looked a lot more fluid than before. Like it was just breast milk. It went through his monster, but the monster did not die.

“What?!”

His monster gave a hideous laugh. A giant mouth opened from his head, and many razor-sharp teeth and several tongues popped out.

“What madness is this, Dog Killer!”

Dalton returned him a look that showed that he had no fucking clue. His monster’s several tongues wrapped around the leg of the Mechawoman and then tore off her leg. The Mechawoman cried out, turning to her master.

“Master.” Its tone was robotic.

And so not even the Nipple Beam from the Neo Mechawoman could destroy the evil.

It was narrating again.

Her leg was eaten, and she turned to her master pleading for help. She wanted nothing more to be embraced by him once more. For him to show her what love truly was. She despaired that this was the last time she would see him. To save him, she activated her self-destruction function.

“Noooooooo!!!!” Riot screamed.

The whole field blew up.

When the dust settled, the number over Riot was zero.

Then the truck dropped.