[Oops.]


Um, yeah. So this isn't Hell hell. This is just another reality. It's being run by someone with an obsession with the bible and the major players from it, and too much power for his own good. There's an infinite number of realities, all of them filled with an infinite number of universes. This place just . . . collects people. At least that what my theory is. And yeah, it's not always easy to figure out who's decent and who's not. If I ever figure out a foolproof way, I'll let you know.


[He'd had a long, long time to work on that theory. Steve frowned as the kid talked, trying to figure out exactly what he meant. The games sounded like . . .]


So they're . . . like gladiator sports? They're actual fights?


[Steve reached towards the guy, worry all over his face.]


Hey, I won't go to one, ok? I promise. I'm so sorry you've had to deal with something like that. We don't have that kind of thing back home, and we haven't really had any here, unless you count the occasional events that crop up around here. Did . . . were you forced to fight Bakura? Did they hurt you?