Blight Bug

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Lo! The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell watched as biker decided to lose some speed. A draw of the card would be quite useful to his opponent. And it was a sacrifice that did not harm his speed counters too much. But while it was something to note, there was a more important matter. The vampire knight swung his sword at the newest face down monster he had played. As the sword drew near, the card flipped up to reveal...

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A human sized skeleton in some dingy robes rattling in fear. The sword slashed the poor creature into dust, which exploded away in a grey poof. Skull Servant was sent to the graveyard. Fyodor had some expression under his helmet. But that was to be between him and the Devil.

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Another speed counter was added to collection. With three already collected, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell could sense the pieces edging closer together so he could bring mayhem. Behind the helmet he stared at sanguine armed vampire and grumbled out, "Hmph."

He drew his next card. Fyodor contemplated about the current situation. At the moment his foe had a powerful champion of the bloodsuckers, through the sacrifices of vampiric domain. But that was all that rider had on the field. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell did not have such a prevalent combatant. Fyodor needed to solve this problem.

"Think you're slick,
With Vampires quick?
Or that little Overlay trick?
Death will come to your Baronet.
But until then
I have a monster to set."

And the words he spoke rung true. As The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell placed a second monster down onto the field.

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The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell stared back at the mysterious rider who did not seem to care whether or not he was quicker to get past the turn. He took note of the Speed World that was in play, and as his machine entered autopilot and activated the playing field. He drew his opening hand.

As the standby phase went past, The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell's Duel Runner picked up a bit of speed as he gained one Speed Token. Fyodor set down a monster in defense mode and placed two cards down in his Spell & Trap Zone. Fyodor held up his finger and rolled it around to signal that he was done with his turn.

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The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell turned his helmet towards the fellow mysterious rider. Fyodor paused for a brief moment, before reaching back into his backpack as he pulled out two objects. The first of which was a traditional greeting, as The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell hurled a brick at the biker. Upon finishing that he slammed the second object he fetched, his Duel Monster cards, into his Duel Runner.

The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell simply gave an affirmative nod to accept the challenge.

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The methodical circling had fulfilled its purpose. The window was opened, and the man in the hat was clearly looking his way and shouting towards him. The stage was set, and the metaphorical curtains were opened. Behind the helmet, Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich had some manner of expression. But that was just between him and the Devil. Now that someone had answered his call, The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell loosened his grip on the throttle and kept his position right next to Matt.

Fyodor quickly reached into his partially open backpack and pulled out a nice, solid, brick. As soon as he plucked it out he lobbed it straight at Matt's head through the open window. The brick made its flight and the Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell popped a wheelie and held out his left arm high in the sky and held out his middle finger.

After completing this obscene gesture he zoomed past the bus with the radio still rocking.

The message the motorcyclist delivered, was a hefty brick that was sure to break objects, cause pretty nasty injuries, and really just bring some good old fashioned damage. But that was not the singular purpose this brick held. Upon this brick were layers of adhesive tape wrapped around an illegal Duel Monster card. The card had a Skull Servant on it clearly laughing, and more noticeably "GHOULISH RIDER, TRAVELER OF THE HIGHWAY OF HELL" written on the card. "RED NOT DEAD? RETURN. RUSSIAN MOTHERLAND." was also helpfully inscribed on the tape.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

The nobleman did not offer a vocal response to Craggard. However he did acknowledge the dialogue by waving his left-hand at him to show him some farewell tidings. At the moment this gentleman was more concerned with dealing with his fellow gentry. From that group came a few boisterous chuckles as they seemed full of mirth about the subject at hand. Perhaps the discussion was about how they were going to achieve success. Or perhaps it was just some telling of jests.

Juliet Issorat did not pay the slightest bit of attention towards that. She smirked as she thumbed towards the correct page. The retainer raised the book and began intently examining the content. She had to restrain herself from literally slamming her nose against the pages of text.

She paced exactly ten steps forward, spinning on her heels and walking ten steps the other way. During this she methodically went through record details, calculating equations to make ensure the written work was correct. After mentally confirming the equations she began to think back on the events that unfolded and the approximate costs that would need to be noted. Juliet just needed to fetch a quill and ink to record the information.

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Rooftop brooding comes later.

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The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Highway of Hell was enjoying his current motorcycle ride. He was amused breaking speeding laws of this land as he barrelled down straight lanes and hastily turned around curves. However this bit of illegal activities and hazardous driving practices were not nearly as enjoyable as it could be.

These roads were unoccupied. Konstantinovich knew that these roads could have decent civilian activity. He encountered a good amount of buses heading towards the school when he was initially riding, hell there were still a decent chunk when he left on a search for brooding. How Fyodor yearned for a convoy.

As this thought occurred to him, the old adage of his patron, 'speak of the devil' of his patron proved true. He spied one bus that was heading towards the academy up in the distance.

The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell first checked on the black backpack on his back, before cranking the radio up to eleven. It started slow as Fyodor anticipated the melody. As the music began to pick up, Fyodor revved the engine once before barreling at breakneck speeds and approached the right side of the bus.

Now that he could be observed by the civilians, The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell held out one arm and made a spinning motion to indicate he wanted them to roll their windows down. Fyodor didn't stay long on the right side as he passed the bus as quickly as he approached it. But that wasn't to say he left them. Oh no, Fyodor turned in a circle right in front of the bus driver and moved down the left side doing the same gesture.

Like a vulture, Fyodor circled the bus over and over doing this motion.

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CAAAAAAAAW

The lone eagle shrieked out before fading away into the overcast sky. What that bird left behind in its flight was a grey overpass which overlooked a closed roadway. Construction machines seemed to be left behind on some partially prepared ground. There was hardly a sound here except for when the air blew through.

And of course, the mechanical rumbling of an engine. The Ghoulish Rider, the Traveler of the Highway of Hell sat idly on his machine staring into the distance.

That mysterious figure of Japanese origins may have got Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich to attend this school, but there was not a chance that he would ever ride with those mundane non-Devil worshippers. Nor was that man going to get him to hang out with them on the grounds. But there might've been a more important detail Fyodor considered.

He needed to test suitable brooding spots for monologuing.

Fyodor got off the motorcycle and marched a few steps towards the side of the bridge. He stomped his right foot on the side of the overpass. He lunged both of his arms to the side as he entered into a soliloquy.

"GWAHAH HA HA!" Guffawed the Ghoulish Rider, the Traveler of the Highway of Hell. With his arms still extended, Fyodor swiftly slammed them together and intertwined his gloved hands in some mockery of a prayer.


"Oh Infernal Host, Almighty Devil.
Demon who brought me salvation
For you I provide this narration.
Flesh be torn
And blood be spilt.
I shall fill the graves with goodness.
Upon which we shall erect your throne.
Devil you shall be sworn
As the rightful ruler of flesh and bone."

"Amen."

Fyodor marched back towards his motorcycle and gazed back at what he was initially watching in the distance. The Duel Academy was waiting, and more importantly, his blasphemous quest which the Devil requested of him.

After a few revs, The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell began laughing maniacally as he rode towards the school.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Juliet was far too busy to notice the initial appearance of those uncouth, inorganized, batch of lubberworts known by the moniker of the White Rock Confederacy. Nor did she pay particular mind to the knights gamble upon which group would get there first. Juliet ignored that for a plethora of valid reasons. One of which was that the answer was far too obvious. The second was that it was of no concern to her. And lastly, it would detract from the task she was assigned to complete.

In a genuflected position, her head was down as she was wiping more dirt and mud from the nobleman's boots. In particular, Juliet was taking great care into making sure that the spurs would have that prestigious sheen. The nobleman in question was peering down at her with a stern, but not overly so, gaze. He was dressed in fairly boisterous finery, with purple stockings, gem encrusted belt which had had a bronze hilt that held a sabre with a silver guard on its left side, and he wore a pink, silken tunic with rather puffy shoulders. Underneath his right arm was a leather bound tome with had a variety of red symbols on its front and back covers. Currently the book had its latch hooked over a distinctive white button. The nobleman was tapping his index finger against the spine of the book.

After Juliet finished shining the spurs, the nobleman glanced down at her and raised his left hand and made a quick shooing gestured. Issorat, knowing her patron well from service, was quite aware that this meant that she had fulfilled her task and that he wanted her dismissed.

Juliet rose up and gave a curtsy towards the noble while keeping her eyes down. She took some steps towards the right and stood near enough to the noble so that she could be prepared for when she gave her another task to complete, but far enough as to not disturb him with this dealing with another fellow of some manner of esteem During this period Juliet allowed herself to take notice of the 'confederacy' who thought they would be negotiating with a kingdom.

For the most part they all seemed like something her lord would describe them as, a pack of lowbred barbarians trying in some vain attempt to appear civilized. But among them there were two who were at the least a different breed of barbarian. One of which was a female with blue hair. Juliet raised her left hand to cover an unsightly gasp, as she dropped open her mouth.

"What sort of cursed being could that be?" Juliet muttered to herself as her eyes wandered past the other barbarians. As she was scanning that scene, she noticed that one of them was staring at her. He certainly did not look like a civilized fellow, what with the scars and tribal markings. She kept her hand in front of her mouth, while narrowing her brow for a brief moment, as she took a few steps back and focused her attention back onto the nobleman she served as a retainer.

The nobleman merely smirked at Craggard as he tapped the spine of the book. "Her business is my business. I'm sure you can wager a guess as to why I am here. Therefore you must be able to guess why she is here." He continued tapping the book as he glanced towards the Gargoyles. He shuttered a bit,

"Tad moody for my tastes." grumbled the Nobleman as he gave a passing glance towards Craggard. "Remember this, an empire is not built in a day. Nor can it exist without a proper lower foundation." He shot a glance towards Juliet.

"Issorat."
Juliet looked down and towards her employer, "Yes my Lord?"

The nobleman held out the book towards her. "Check the logs would you? I'm going to discuss with my fellows." Juliet gave an extended and deep nod before quickly going over to secure the tome. Once she obtained the book, the nobleman clapped his hands together before heading over to discuss with the other Onyxians.

As for Juliet, she opened unlatched the tome and began to track the page which she knew had the current logs.