Ultimate Supremacy.

Monday 4thSeptember 2024:

It was mid-summer and eight thirty am; the city of Tokyo dazzled it self with the fusions of yellows and oranges as they flooded this florescent morning sky. An aroma of freshly cut grass swerved its way into the fresh breeze where it joined the many other craved smells on the motor way of scent haven. The sheep and cows strolled onto their feet with the sight of freshly cut grass shrouding them in all of its beauty; the sound of the spring, chilled breeze whistling in their ears.

Zak Ikuseus, asleep in his luxurious, cushiony bed, lay fast asleep as his alarm clock beeped deafeningly into his ears. His eyes leisurely opened from a nights worth of peaceful dreaming as they set themselves upon the ceiling of Zak’s room. Unveiling a quaking, volcanic yawn, he tilted his head towards the window with the gleaming sun, casting it glorious rays upon Zak’s awakening room.

Peeling his quilt from his body like an orange peel, he threw this layer of sweet dreams and cushiony zest to a side and slipped into his school uniform; a crystal white, silk t-shirt with a navy blue overcoat crowning the top half of his body and a pair of pitch black trousers he wore, hugged his ankles into a deep warmth.

Zak’s room was fit for an early teenager such as himself, shrouded with sapphire walls and a clear ceiling that gave his room a chilled out, yet relaxing atmosphere. Creamy carpet tones smother the floor like a spillage of perfumes as it tingles Zak’s senses, stumbling into his uniform. A bed for a prince with a rosy red quilt and a pillow that allowed the users head to sink like a submarine into it. A pine desk, layered with drawings of monsters and alternating creations and his laptop accompanying them, sat in the corner of his room next to the transparent doors that led to the small balcony that hung over the top of the living room.

As Zak hopped like a chimpanzee into his second sock, the smell of sugary dough thrust itself up his nose like a mole down a hole, only for a quiet knock at alarm Zak at the door to his room. Opening the door and peeping around the corner, Zak’s auntie greeted him merrily with a plate of pancakes awaiting Zak’s drooling mouth and growling stomach. Zak set his eyes upon these sugary circles on dough as the aroma of their deliciousness teased him like a toddler. She skipped into Zak’s room and placed the plate on top of a diminutive pile of Zak’s drawings.

The smell drew Zak to it as though he were some kind of metallic android being draw towards a magnet. Taking his first bite into his pancakes, he parked himself at his desk where he skewered the many thoughts and idea’s that surrounded him ranging from humanoids with basic spears to robots with mass weaponry of destruction, attached to every limb on their entire body; he just loved to design. Funnily enough some of the designs he had came up with, had been published in a certain little game that Zak plays quite a large roll in the act that is his life.

You see, Zak’s uncle with whom he lives with is the head of a rather large gaming corporation who make a large sum of millions of pounds per year. Although he has so much power in one single finger, a shy man as he is, he decided to keep the identity of the game creator, being himself anonymous. That was until a mysterious man came along and gave Zak’s uncle an offer that he couldn’t refuse and now as this gaming corporation grows and reaches it’s roots further into the gaming industry by the second, the existence of the original creator is still unknown to the public.

It neared the time for Zak’s departure and for him to start his first day in secondary school. He climbed his way down the stairs and through the kitchen where he kissed his merry auntie and hopped on his scooter. You see, as time lead on in life, the law began to bend like a piece of acrylic in hot water; now you are allowed petrol scooters from the age of fourteen as long as all of the insurance is paid by your parental supervisors, taking a one year course in how to ride it properly. Upon Zak’s thirteenth birthday, with the power his uncle beheld he paid for Zak to have his lessons a year early and so now as his fifteenth birthday vastly approaches, he rides round town almost every day as he makes his way to school.

As the horizon approached over the top of this vast hill, the sound of the scooter revving its many knacks and crannies into exhaustion as it ate away at its fuel supply. Crossing the desolate countryside and through the bombarded city was the route that he took to his swiftly approaching destination as these gigantic steel school gates came into Zak’s vision. These twenty feet, rusted steel poles towered over Zak as he peered into this alternate dimension, parking his scooter against the wall that bounded the school. The crimson brickwork was shoddy and poorly built as though it had been forced upon a couple of times by bulldozers and the vines clambered in and out of the wall like some form of tapestry.

The many students merrily skipped into the school and through the many hallways and staircases as though it was their home; to a newcomer like Zak, this home to others was a haunted cavern in his eyes. He walked between these gates as these many different faces bombarded him with all fashions of looks as Zak’s face deepened into the heart of the spooky fortress. A pair of crimson doors greeted him at he approached the main building in which his common room had been located in. Casting footsteps down this endless hallway and onto the second floor he finally arrived at his assigned classroom, room 127!

The door slid to a side as though it was on ice and as a bright light penetrated Zak’s feeble eyes, the noise of chanting children crammed into his ears. Slowly, Zak’s eyes sight began to reincarnate itself as the room emerged itself from the not so dark abyss, unveiling a crowd of roughly thirty people as they surrounded these two students who sat opposing sides of each other, staring defiantly at something in their hands and thrusting them onto the table like rag dolls. In front of the pair were two decks made up of twenty to forty cards, one belonging to each player.

You see, this game that Zak’s uncle created is based upon creature and activation crests usually consisting of a quarter being activation and three quarters creature cards. A creature crest would have six main aspects: its name, level, picture, genre, ability and offensive and hit points.

The name of a creature is quite self explanatory, being the name the creature is referred to. The level of a creature is very important as it is what holds this game of twists and turns together; you can play one level one crest into the play-zone (battlefield) every turn without a substitute but when you want to play a level two, you must first wait an entire turn and then by bringing your level one crest back to your hand you may substitute it for a level two, two for a three and three for a four and so on. A twist in the rules though is that you may substitute as many crests as you possibly want per turn so you may substitute up to five (maximum creature cards allowed in the play-zone) creatures per turn. A genre is the attribute of a creature and this is shown by the colour of a card, being: dragonoid, humanoid, volcanic, aquatic, foliage, or underworld. Ability allows a creature or the user to do something outside of game rules depending on the ability given. Finally the offensive points and hitpoints; offensive points are what is used by the creature casting the attack in which rivals the opposing creatures hitpoints, the winning creature remains in the play-zone and the loser is destroyed and the difference between the points in deducted from the losers main points which starts on seventy in most circumstances.

Inside of the safeguard of the crowds were two gamers. One of them was a spiky, brown haired lad, at least two years of age below of Zak and was a rookie gamer who used Humanoid creatures in his multitude of destruction whilst the other gamer was something quite out of the ordinary. She was a long, blonde hair teenager, roughly Zak’s age but unlike Jaysee she was a formidable opponent with the numerous dwelling aquatic creatures that hid deep within the grasp of her deck. . Why Jaysee had even challenged this fair skinned mistress of the seas, I have no idea?

As Zak confronted this gigantic crowd, a black and sapphire caped lad stood, leaning against the crook of the class room. His lengthening black hair and shadowing eyes glared over at this crowd as he stared at them as though they were insanely pathetic. This character seemed to think of him self as some form of big shot that was superior to everyone else. He just learnt against the wall and stared at everyone else as though they were ants he was stomping on.

This guys name was ‘Suki Tyronise’ and was quite a familiar person to Zak as he played quite a large roll in Zak’s life. Well you know that when I said that a shadowed figure gave Zak’s uncle the offer he couldn’t refuse for a percentage of his company; well that was Zeboneaza Tyronise... Suki’s dad! It all happened like this:

It was late at night; the heavy rain clouds floated over the top of our small city and when the hands of the grandfather clock struck ten o’clock, the echoing of the rain against the tiled roof of our home became louder as it quaked the house and three ear-splitting knocks pelted from the front door. The hall light burst like a struck matchstick as my aunt stumbled from her deep sleep, down the staircase as though she were climbing a mountain and to the door where it creaked slowly open and 3 figures greeted her. She screeched for Zak’s uncle in such a tone that I’m surprised the neighbours weren’t woken. He valiantly made him way down the staircase in the same manner that his wife did but as soon as he gazed his misty eyes upon these three beings his eyes fell open almost as much as his mouth did. They strolled into the living room where all Zak could do is listen to the whispering noises that came from the deep voiced figures; they sounded as though they were arguing to Zak but his uncle assured him it was all placidly done. From then on that’s all that Zak was allowed to know and the rest for his is like an unsolved riddle as it constantly questions itself in his empty, decrepit mind.

Just as Zak was beginning to become hypnotised by the vast memories of his uncle and Suki’s family, a gigantic roar came from the heard of people that surrounded Jaysee and Crisalis. About a half of the crowd has jolted away from the game and as Zak shovelled his way through the crowd like a bulldozer the sight of pure embarrassment met him with a cheeky smile.

Jaysee’s chair had been thrust over with him on it and his cards scattered everywhere; not the sight you want to see on your first day in a new school. The truth was he wasn’t being bullied or anything remote to that but instead he had just lost his game against Crisalis; no surprise there then. Crisalis arose to her feet and strutted off with the crowd at her feet as she headed off into the maze of corridors.

“You know your something?” Suki struck at Jaysee. “I mean, what even bought you to thinking you stood a chance against Crisalis Aroara? You’re just pathetic!” Suki stood over Jaysee, putting him in a dominant position over Jaysee and as Jaysee picked us his last few cards from the stone cold, wooden floor. “I don’t know why you bother and Zak; I know you pretty well already if you know what I mean”, he said as he winked harshly at Zak, “...and you’re far too important to be hanging around with an insolent fool such as Jaysee!” Suki flicked his hair to a side and strutted off in the same manor as Crisalis towards the door.

“You think you’re so great!” Jaysee said putting emphasis on the word ‘so’. “I guarantee you wouldn’t stand a chance against me in such a game”, Jaysee bellowed at Suki as though he were a deaf man. Suki threw his head back in Jaysee’s direction. Obviously Jaysee had no idea that Suki’s dad was the one who owned the game so it was not to Zak’s surprise that Jaysee was digging himself yet another hole. Suki giggled cockily. “Tell you what then Jaysee; you come along to my mansion tomorrow after school and I’ll show you what an insolent, pathetic fool you are!”

Jaysee arose from his feet and swung a punch in Suki’s direction but Zak had a tight hold of Jaysee so the thrusting rage didn’t manage to reach Suki’s body. “Guess you’d better not plan anything for the next couple of week’s as you may find you’ll be staying in the local hospital so make the most of what time you have left because tomorrow is the end of the path!”

The day passed very slowly for Zak as he constantly tore apart Jaysee and Suki as they wound each other up and tried ripping each other to pieces and creating an premature game before the game was due to start. The pair of them both thrust eagle eyes upon each other until the dawning of a cruel destiny approached them both, face to face.