1. Trust me I'm not crazy, I just murder for my family
[Whatever kind of hell his twisted imagination could have come up with, it never included strange towns and talking flowers.
So far IV has tried to take everything in stride, defaulting to putting on his 'Gentleman Duelist / Asia Champion' idolish act, but these flowers are making it more and more difficult. All the insincere compliments of the colorful ones had made him sick reminding him of his fans so he had kept wandering until he came upon a patch of colorless ones.]
Cheater! You're only a champion because you laid that trap for him!
Haha, you know that's not true. Nobody forced him to pick up my deck and look through my cards, although I do admit that it was stupid of me to have forgotten it in the resting room in the first place-
Gentleman my ass! You're an asshole who gets his kicks off of thinking that he's better than everybody else!
That's really not the case. I really care about each one of my fans. Their support helps me to always give my best.
[If he keeps having to say shit like that he's going to feel sick. But those flowers are in for a bad surprise if they think they can make him break character this easily. He's being popular for a living for way too long!]
Your father was right to use you as a toss-away fodder for your rival!
WHAT?!
4. ...and for stress relief
[Now the flowers had done it. IV didn't care for reason anymore, not when those damn blasted things keep on torturing him with visions of an awkward but loving father that no longer exists in that form and his own little brother -- worse than dead, laid out comatose in a much too big bed in that room, way too much like a toy to be forgotten.
That's just what their father now is planning to do with them, right? The flowers were right, that bastard Tron had played all of them, used them as fodder and IV? IV had let the only person on earth who has always held to him walk right into it, even when he had known, had fucking -known- that that bastard was up to no good!! ...and then he wasn't even strong enough to rescue him, ending up just like him instead-- all he had been able to do was to grovel and ask his enemy for mercy; if not for himself then at least to rescue the rest of his family. Had that bastard Ryouga actually cared? IV doubts it, but there is nothing he can still do about it anymore.
Not that it matters.
What matters is that IV could have just as well killed Michael with his own hands!! And. Those. Flowers. Are. Getting. A. Kick. Rubbing. It. In!!]
Okay, that's enough with playing mister nice guy! I'm sick of putting on this annoying front anyway! You want something to laugh?!
[A whisk of his hand and his bracelet unfolds into an axe-like contraption. Without wasting a breath IV draws a card from his deck and slaps it on his duel disk.]
Take this! "Flaming Hell Blessing"!! ENJOY MY FANSERVICE AND TURN TO ASH YOU LOSERS!!
[A surge of alien energy and suddenly several waves of very real fire are rolling over the flower field as IV laughs sadistically. Normal cards can't do shit like this, but the one his father had given him so that his son could 'accidentally' kill himself sure does!]
IV | YGO Zexal (for all your jerk needs)
[Whatever kind of hell his twisted imagination could have come up with, it never included strange towns and talking flowers.
So far IV has tried to take everything in stride, defaulting to putting on his 'Gentleman Duelist / Asia Champion' idolish act, but these flowers are making it more and more difficult. All the insincere compliments of the colorful ones had made him sick reminding him of his fans so he had kept wandering until he came upon a patch of colorless ones.]
Cheater! You're only a champion because you laid that trap for him!
Haha, you know that's not true. Nobody forced him to pick up my deck and look through my cards, although I do admit that it was stupid of me to have forgotten it in the resting room in the first place-
Gentleman my ass! You're an asshole who gets his kicks off of thinking that he's better than everybody else!
That's really not the case. I really care about each one of my fans. Their support helps me to always give my best.
[If he keeps having to say shit like that he's going to feel sick. But those flowers are in for a bad surprise if they think they can make him break character this easily. He's being popular for a living for way too long!]
Your father was right to use you as a toss-away fodder for your rival!
WHAT?!
4. ...and for stress relief
[Now the flowers had done it. IV didn't care for reason anymore, not when those damn blasted things keep on torturing him with visions of an awkward but loving father that no longer exists in that form and his own little brother -- worse than dead, laid out comatose in a much too big bed in that room, way too much like a toy to be forgotten.
That's just what their father now is planning to do with them, right? The flowers were right, that bastard Tron had played all of them, used them as fodder and IV? IV had let the only person on earth who has always held to him walk right into it, even when he had known, had fucking -known- that that bastard was up to no good!! ...and then he wasn't even strong enough to rescue him, ending up just like him instead-- all he had been able to do was to grovel and ask his enemy for mercy; if not for himself then at least to rescue the rest of his family. Had that bastard Ryouga actually cared? IV doubts it, but there is nothing he can still do about it anymore.
Not that it matters.
What matters is that IV could have just as well killed Michael with his own hands!! And. Those. Flowers. Are. Getting. A. Kick. Rubbing. It. In!!]
Okay, that's enough with playing mister nice guy! I'm sick of putting on this annoying front anyway! You want something to laugh?!
[A whisk of his hand and his bracelet unfolds into an axe-like contraption. Without wasting a breath IV draws a card from his deck and slaps it on his duel disk.]
Take this! "Flaming Hell Blessing"!! ENJOY MY FANSERVICE AND TURN TO ASH YOU LOSERS!!
[A surge of alien energy and suddenly several waves of very real fire are rolling over the flower field as IV laughs sadistically. Normal cards can't do shit like this, but the one his father had given him so that his son could 'accidentally' kill himself sure does!]
X. Wildcard!