"There's a term for this game with only two words?!" The gold-armored man's shoulders slump in dejection, "Did the Emperor tell me the long name just to make me look like a fool in front of everyone? NO, I will not allow my faith in him to be degraded so! ...But I'm also calling it Duel Monsters from now on." He draws three cards, and glances at them briefly, before slotting one into his Duel Disk. "I summon Wind-Up Kitten in attack position and end my turn!"
Wind-Up Kitten: 4 Attack, 2 Defense. Once per encounter, return a monster to its owner's hand, or banish a combatant for 1 round.
Griffin: 34/34
Captain-General Kittenus: ?/?, Wind-Up Kitten
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VerTwo soon finds itself in a different-seeming portion of the forest, though it can still hear the voice of Griffin and his opponent. A strange canine creature, overgrown with mushrooms, approaches the robot, before attacking with flashing teeth!
VerTwo: 44/44
Shroom Wolf: ?/?
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Really? So that's how it works? Fascinating. I have never seen psychic powers used in such a unique manner before. We will need to speak further on this at some point, Skye says to Henry
And as for how I know all of your names... except for that of the machine, She turns to Osamu, I am a psychic type Pokemon. Surface thoughts are easy. Deep secrets or memories, rest assured, are not. You would know if I had tried to access them, and likely been able to keep me out, even if you were asleep. Osamu experiences a brief spike of pain, mere seconds long, and the curiously uncomfortable sensation of something brushing against what he can only describe as a core of his own will, and being stopped cold. If I was determined to press forward, it would be like that... but far less pleasant for both of us. And as for the theory of parallel worlds, it goes that every time someone makes a decision that they were unsure of, it creates a branch, a universe for each choice. The earlier in history the choice is, the longer it propagates, creating a vast web, or tree, of worlds that are similar to each other, but not the same. The world which each of us came from was destroyed, like a single leaf being plucked from a tree. If that Trespasser is not stopped, it will return, tear the tree out by the roots, and consume it all.
If you would prefer to doubt the input of your senses, Tyra, to believing my words, there is little I can do to convince you. Hopefully, reality will do what words cannot before it is too late for you.
Yes, Yushiro, that is indeed what I am saying. It is what happened. To all of us. Not only you, but each of us that you rescued. The worlds we came from, all our accomplishments, gone save for memories and what prizes we kept on our persons.