The revolution will not be televised.
The bespectacled man was less than pleased when he landed in this bizzare playground quite sharply, thankfully he had a decent sense of balance. Where was this place, the last thing he remembered was his apartment in Neo Domino City swearing at bills and working out how many illegal Psychic Duelling tournaments he could enter without fatal injuries to himself or others to pay the heating since his apartment appeared to be situated in Satan's asscrack. However he got here, he decided to go over to the swing area where there was... a cat? Walking on it's hind legs of all things. Okay, perhaps the conspiracy theroists standing in Daimon Area's Duel Plaza weren't fucking insane and Sector Security had been putting mind control drugs in the water. It made more sense than being magically transported to... wherever this was. Still, there was this multiverse alliance he had joined, to get away from everything.
Surveying the group with interest, he approached and heard the mouse talking. He might as well listen, it might be his brain trying to tell him something. Something about Hackers... Okay, not Sector Security. If they knew he'd been hacking them he'd be in a prison cell awaiting a kangaroo court. This was something different, even if he couldn't recollect all his memories at the moment, perhaps in time this newfound short-term memory amnesia would fade. He still knew who he was. Deciding to try and talk, he found the boy with the... whatever the hell that was nearby.
"How did you two end up here?"
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