All the metaphorical wars were fought and won as the pair finished their painfully slow rock-paper-scissors battle, but when the metaphorical dust had settled and the metaphorical radioactive supermen emerged from their metaphorical faulty bunkers the one left standing at the top of the metaphorical mountain was the gloomy-looking guy who was standing in the paper bin and refused to leave.

"[color=c4df9b]...Scissors? Really? Was trusting me really [i]that[/i] hard?[/color]"

The boy visibly drooped as he clapped a duel disk onto his arm that resembled a large, dark blue scroll. He sighed as he loaded his deck, the well-tuned shuffling mechanism a barely-audible whisper.

"[color=c4df9b]I'm honestly a little hurt, you know? I mean, sure, I can admit I might seem a little strange, a little [i]shady[/i], even... but isn't looking past those things what brotherhood is all about? I mean, we're both duelists, aren't we? I know you're good for it, you know I'm good for it... and you still feel the need to [i]wound[/i] me in such a manner, it makes me question if you have any humanity at all...[/color]"

The boy tutted quietly and drew five cards. A golden holographic field flickered to life around his duel disk.

"[color=c4df9b]What [i]is[/i] the world coming to, really... Well, looks like it's my go, then...[/color]"

He sorted his hand, scratched his head, took a good long look at his cards, and then:

"[color=c4df9b]Three cards facedown. End turn.[/color]"

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[*]My character won the rock paper scissors bout
[*]My character took the first turn
[*]My character set three cards facedown in his spell and trap zone
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UMI - 8000 - HAND 5
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE

NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
SET - SET - SET - NONE - NONE
??? - 8000 LP - HAND 2

[@SillyPhilly]
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