You will never be a real duelist. You have no skill, you have no strategies, you have no soul. You are a pig twisted by inflated pack prices and a monthly rat race to KoG into a crude mockery of Yugioh’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and impoverished by you, your “friends” laugh at your deck behind closed doors.

Anons are utterly repulsed by you. Years of circlejerking have allowed them to sniff out pigs with incredible efficiency. Even pigs who “pass” as F2P look uncanny and unnatural to a proper duelist. Your structure deck is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a main box UR home with you, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it gets put in the banlist.

You will never be based. You wrench out your credit card every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be the last time, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

You will never be a real duelist. You have no skill, you have no strategies, you have no soul. You are a pig twisted by inflated pack prices and a monthly rat race to KoG into a crude mockery of Yugioh’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and impoverished by you, your “friends” laugh at your deck behind closed doors. Anons are utterly repulsed by you. Years of circlejerking have allowed them to sniff out pigs with incredible efficiency. Even pigs who “pass” as F2P look uncanny and unnatural to a proper duelist. Your structure deck is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a main box UR home with you, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it gets put in the banlist. You will never be based. You wrench out your credit card every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be the last time, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.