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It had been a very strange and quiet night. Atem had been in his apartment, and as it had turned out, he had been the only one. Fate was a funny thing and the way the world worked and revolved around the once-Pharaoh had always been strange and ridiculous. There was a clap of thunder, or at least that's what normal people heard; duelists would hear the roar of a dragon. And only duelists would be able to turn their eyes to the sky that night and see a flock of them swirling over Domino City. Their target was that building and they all struck in a formidable attack pattern that wiped the building from its foundation, reducing it to rubble and fire.

Once those flames had died out, it was certain that somehow the only man left in the building would be dead. But he rose from those flames unscathed, untouched completely except for minor scrapes that seemed unimportant. As he sat up from those ashes, hand to his head and eyes open for the first time, no one could really understand what had happened but the look he had directed your way had been extremely intense. Then you understood that everything about him had changed.



CHOOSE SOME SHIT OR SOMETHING

The night in question: Take him home and learn more about his new look. Or watch him struggle with it since really what the fuck is going on

Press Release: DRAGONS DON'T DO WELL when cameras are flashing in their eyes. Perhaps a statement that needed to be made to the public at large has gone very awry and the media will not back off of him now. ...Did he just growl?

Getting used to the feeling: Look he's being all mysterious and cool or something, sitting on the roof top of some building. Dragons like flying and fresh air right. But he doesn't have wings so just the fresh air will have to do.

SOMETHING ELSE: MAKE SOME OTHER SHIT UP