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By: Watcher Eve 
Jordan's crazy about POGs. Too bad he's the only one.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 504 | Status: Completed
Jordan's crazy about POGs. Too bad he's the only one.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 504 | Status: Completed
Timmy: "Ha! I've flipped over two more POGs! Now they're mine!"
Joey: "Whatever. This game is dumb."
Timmy: "Yeah, let's go play GTA3 or something."
The two kids stop as a shadow looms over them. Before them stands an older kid who grins evilly at them.
Older kid: "Hey, twerps. You two up for a game?"
Tech Weaver presents...
A Tech Weaver production of...
P.O.G.: Power Of Gamers
Written by Chet "Tech" Weaver
Jordan: "So then his slammer just rammed into the side of the pile, knocking the whole thing over, and I said, 'Dude, you did not just slam the side of the pile'..."
Greg: "Jordan, do you ever talk about anything other than POGs?"
Jordan: "What else is there?"
The two kids from the previous scene walk by them.
Jordan: "Joey, Timmy! What happened to your POGs?"
Joey: "Huh? Oh. Some kid has them."
Jordan: "What? Why?"
Timmy: "Well, you see, we were playing POGs when he walked up to us and challenged us to a game for all our POGs and slammers."
Jordan: "And he beat you and took your POGs!?"
Timmy: "No, we..."
Jordan: "HE STOLE THEM FROM YOU!?"
Joey: "No, we just told them that we didn't want them anyway and gave them to him."
Jordan: "That fiend! Don't worry, kids! I'll teach that thief a thing or two AND win back your POGs!"
Timmy: "But we don't even want them back."
Joey: "Who is this nutcase, anyway?"
Timmy: "I thought you knew him."
Jordan: "Where is this POG shark now?"
Joey: "I dunno. Probably at the 7-11 now. Have fun."
Jordan: "Let's go, kids. I'll show you this bully is nothing to be afraid of!"
Timmy: "But we're not..."
Joey: "No, wait. Let's go see what happens. Maybe they'll fight or something."
Timmy: "Okay, cool."
Later, at the 7-11...
Jordan: "You there!"
Some guy: "Huh?"
Jordan: "Are you the one who took these kids' POGs?"
Guy: "No."
Jordan: "Then can you tell me who did? I can't seem to find him."
POG shark: "Well now you have."
Jordan: "You? You're the one who took these kids' POGs?"
Shark: "What? Are you shocked or something?"
Jordan: "No, not really."
Shark: "Whatever. Whaddaya want?"
Jordan: "I'm here to defeat you and win back all the POGs you took!"
Shark: "Oh, are these yours?"
Jordan: "No, they belong to these kids!"
Shark: "Then what's your problem? They didn't even want them."
Jordan: "My problem is creeps like you preying on weaker, less experienced players and taking their POGs and slammers away from them!"
Shark: "Yeah, so? It's not like anyone plays this dumb game anymore. The only reason I'm doing this is because some wacko geezer is paying twenty bucks a POG. I'm making money hand over fist!"
Jordan: "You jerk! Don't you know that it's heart that determines the winner of a POG match? It's won through determination, through practice, through putting your very soul into each and every slam!"
Shark: "Not really. I think its mostly luck."
Jordan: "You're wrong, and I'll prove it! I challenge you to a POG match for all the stuff you took from these kids! And I'll put all my POGs and slammers on the line."
Shark: "Sure. Knock yourself out."
Jordan and the POG shark put together a stack of 30 POGs. The shark kneels next to it while Jordan stands.
Shark: "Why are you standing?"
Jordan: "Because I fight with honor!"
Shark: "Riiiight."
Jordan: "We'll flip a POG to see who goes first. Call it in the air."
Shark: "Heads."
Jordan: "It's tails! My victory is assured!"
Shark: "Whatever. Just play."
Jordan's slammer hits the top of the stack and flips over three POGs.
Jordan: "Beat that, villain!"
Shark: "Will you shut up already?"
Jordan: (mockingly) "Why don't you just play?"
Shark: "Fine, whatever."
The POG shark flips over four POGs.
Jordan: "FOUR POGS!? This guy IS good.... It's going to take everything I've got to beat him!"
Shark: "Are you talking to yourself or something?"
Jordan: "A true POG champion has nothing to hide!"
Shark: (incredulous) "You're a champion?"
Jordan: "Not yet, but if a POG tournament starts someday, you can bet I'll beat all comers!"
Shark: "Are you for real?"
Jordan: "I'll show you real!"
Shark: "Alright, just go already."
Jordan: "This guy isn't going to call it quits. I better use..."
Jordan produces a slammer with a star on it.
Jordan: "...MY STAR PUCK!!"
Shark: "Quit it with the theatrics already. You're not impressing anyone. You're just making yourself look like a jackass."
Jordan: "We'll see who impresses who!"
Jordan throws the Star Puck in the air.
Shark: "What the hell are you doing?"
Jordan: "I'm getting ready for my ultimate attack!"
Shark: "What ultimate attack? Slammers are just disks you throw at a stack of other cardboard disks in an attempt to flip some of them over. They don't do anything special."
Jordan: "That's where your wrong! Only a master champion POGer like myself and a few others that I assume exist know of the true power behind each and every POG and slammer! I would not expect a heartless fool like you to understand that!"
Timmy: "Wow, he threw that thing up pretty high."
Jordan: "And now behold the Star Puck's ultimate attack! METEOR STRIKE!"
The Star Puck glows with awesome power before flying straight down at the stack at impossible speeds. There is a bright flash as the slammer hits the stack, scattering POGs everywhere. When the smoke clears, two POGs have landed face-up while the rest still landed face down. The Star Puck inexplicably flies into Jordan's hand.
Shark: "HOLY, SWEET, MOTHER OF JESUS!! WHAT IN HELL WAS THAT!?"
Jordan: "Do you concede, scoundrel?"
Shark: "You can have all the stupid POGs! No amount of money is worth this! I'm outta here!"
The POG shark runs off down the street.
Jordan: "You're not getting away that easily, coward!"
Jordan throws the Star Puck into the air again.
Jordan: "METEOR STRIKE!!"
The Star Puck glows like before, but this time streaks towards the POG shark. They meet as the shark disappears behind a hill, resulting in a huge explosion.
Timmy: "Wow! How did you do that?"
Jordan catches the Star Puck as it flies back to him again.
Jordan: "Lots of practice and dedication, kid."
Timmy: "So if I practice a lot, I'll be as good as you someday?"
Jordan laughs.
Jordan: "You bet, Timmy!"
Timmy: "That's sad."
Joey: "I dunno. Seeing those two battle makes me feel like training hard to become a POG surgeon general whatever, too!"
Timmy: "Really?"
Joey belches.
Joey: "Nah. It was just gas. Wanna get a Slurpee and some Pokemon cards?"
Timmy: "DO I!?"
The two kids run into the convenience store. Meanwhile, Jordan stares intently out at the sunset with a fist clenched in front of him.
Jordan: "Somewhere out there, there's a POG player just as good as I am. One day, we'll meet and become bitter rivals and have our reckoning at a huge tournament. At the end of it all, one of us will come out the champion. Until that day comes, my theoretical foe, I will keep practicing and POG battling in anticipation for the moment when..."
A nearby car honks at him.
Driver: "Hey, kid! Get outta the way! I'm tryin' ta park here!"
Jordan: "Oh, sorry."
Jordan picks up all the scattered POGs and walks off.
Jordan: "One day... One day..."
The End.
... Or is it?
Next time on POG: Power of Gamers, Jordan faces a tough decision as he faces off against his best friend, Greg, in a POG battle!
Jordan: "I can't play against him! He's my best friend!"
Greg: "Why am I playing this again? Shouldn't I have something better to do?"
Joey: "Whatever. This game is dumb."
Timmy: "Yeah, let's go play GTA3 or something."
The two kids stop as a shadow looms over them. Before them stands an older kid who grins evilly at them.
Older kid: "Hey, twerps. You two up for a game?"
Tech Weaver presents...
A Tech Weaver production of...
P.O.G.: Power Of Gamers
Written by Chet "Tech" Weaver
Jordan: "So then his slammer just rammed into the side of the pile, knocking the whole thing over, and I said, 'Dude, you did not just slam the side of the pile'..."
Greg: "Jordan, do you ever talk about anything other than POGs?"
Jordan: "What else is there?"
The two kids from the previous scene walk by them.
Jordan: "Joey, Timmy! What happened to your POGs?"
Joey: "Huh? Oh. Some kid has them."
Jordan: "What? Why?"
Timmy: "Well, you see, we were playing POGs when he walked up to us and challenged us to a game for all our POGs and slammers."
Jordan: "And he beat you and took your POGs!?"
Timmy: "No, we..."
Jordan: "HE STOLE THEM FROM YOU!?"
Joey: "No, we just told them that we didn't want them anyway and gave them to him."
Jordan: "That fiend! Don't worry, kids! I'll teach that thief a thing or two AND win back your POGs!"
Timmy: "But we don't even want them back."
Joey: "Who is this nutcase, anyway?"
Timmy: "I thought you knew him."
Jordan: "Where is this POG shark now?"
Joey: "I dunno. Probably at the 7-11 now. Have fun."
Jordan: "Let's go, kids. I'll show you this bully is nothing to be afraid of!"
Timmy: "But we're not..."
Joey: "No, wait. Let's go see what happens. Maybe they'll fight or something."
Timmy: "Okay, cool."
Later, at the 7-11...
Jordan: "You there!"
Some guy: "Huh?"
Jordan: "Are you the one who took these kids' POGs?"
Guy: "No."
Jordan: "Then can you tell me who did? I can't seem to find him."
POG shark: "Well now you have."
Jordan: "You? You're the one who took these kids' POGs?"
Shark: "What? Are you shocked or something?"
Jordan: "No, not really."
Shark: "Whatever. Whaddaya want?"
Jordan: "I'm here to defeat you and win back all the POGs you took!"
Shark: "Oh, are these yours?"
Jordan: "No, they belong to these kids!"
Shark: "Then what's your problem? They didn't even want them."
Jordan: "My problem is creeps like you preying on weaker, less experienced players and taking their POGs and slammers away from them!"
Shark: "Yeah, so? It's not like anyone plays this dumb game anymore. The only reason I'm doing this is because some wacko geezer is paying twenty bucks a POG. I'm making money hand over fist!"
Jordan: "You jerk! Don't you know that it's heart that determines the winner of a POG match? It's won through determination, through practice, through putting your very soul into each and every slam!"
Shark: "Not really. I think its mostly luck."
Jordan: "You're wrong, and I'll prove it! I challenge you to a POG match for all the stuff you took from these kids! And I'll put all my POGs and slammers on the line."
Shark: "Sure. Knock yourself out."
Jordan and the POG shark put together a stack of 30 POGs. The shark kneels next to it while Jordan stands.
Shark: "Why are you standing?"
Jordan: "Because I fight with honor!"
Shark: "Riiiight."
Jordan: "We'll flip a POG to see who goes first. Call it in the air."
Shark: "Heads."
Jordan: "It's tails! My victory is assured!"
Shark: "Whatever. Just play."
Jordan's slammer hits the top of the stack and flips over three POGs.
Jordan: "Beat that, villain!"
Shark: "Will you shut up already?"
Jordan: (mockingly) "Why don't you just play?"
Shark: "Fine, whatever."
The POG shark flips over four POGs.
Jordan: "FOUR POGS!? This guy IS good.... It's going to take everything I've got to beat him!"
Shark: "Are you talking to yourself or something?"
Jordan: "A true POG champion has nothing to hide!"
Shark: (incredulous) "You're a champion?"
Jordan: "Not yet, but if a POG tournament starts someday, you can bet I'll beat all comers!"
Shark: "Are you for real?"
Jordan: "I'll show you real!"
Shark: "Alright, just go already."
Jordan: "This guy isn't going to call it quits. I better use..."
Jordan produces a slammer with a star on it.
Jordan: "...MY STAR PUCK!!"
Shark: "Quit it with the theatrics already. You're not impressing anyone. You're just making yourself look like a jackass."
Jordan: "We'll see who impresses who!"
Jordan throws the Star Puck in the air.
Shark: "What the hell are you doing?"
Jordan: "I'm getting ready for my ultimate attack!"
Shark: "What ultimate attack? Slammers are just disks you throw at a stack of other cardboard disks in an attempt to flip some of them over. They don't do anything special."
Jordan: "That's where your wrong! Only a master champion POGer like myself and a few others that I assume exist know of the true power behind each and every POG and slammer! I would not expect a heartless fool like you to understand that!"
Timmy: "Wow, he threw that thing up pretty high."
Jordan: "And now behold the Star Puck's ultimate attack! METEOR STRIKE!"
The Star Puck glows with awesome power before flying straight down at the stack at impossible speeds. There is a bright flash as the slammer hits the stack, scattering POGs everywhere. When the smoke clears, two POGs have landed face-up while the rest still landed face down. The Star Puck inexplicably flies into Jordan's hand.
Shark: "HOLY, SWEET, MOTHER OF JESUS!! WHAT IN HELL WAS THAT!?"
Jordan: "Do you concede, scoundrel?"
Shark: "You can have all the stupid POGs! No amount of money is worth this! I'm outta here!"
The POG shark runs off down the street.
Jordan: "You're not getting away that easily, coward!"
Jordan throws the Star Puck into the air again.
Jordan: "METEOR STRIKE!!"
The Star Puck glows like before, but this time streaks towards the POG shark. They meet as the shark disappears behind a hill, resulting in a huge explosion.
Timmy: "Wow! How did you do that?"
Jordan catches the Star Puck as it flies back to him again.
Jordan: "Lots of practice and dedication, kid."
Timmy: "So if I practice a lot, I'll be as good as you someday?"
Jordan laughs.
Jordan: "You bet, Timmy!"
Timmy: "That's sad."
Joey: "I dunno. Seeing those two battle makes me feel like training hard to become a POG surgeon general whatever, too!"
Timmy: "Really?"
Joey belches.
Joey: "Nah. It was just gas. Wanna get a Slurpee and some Pokemon cards?"
Timmy: "DO I!?"
The two kids run into the convenience store. Meanwhile, Jordan stares intently out at the sunset with a fist clenched in front of him.
Jordan: "Somewhere out there, there's a POG player just as good as I am. One day, we'll meet and become bitter rivals and have our reckoning at a huge tournament. At the end of it all, one of us will come out the champion. Until that day comes, my theoretical foe, I will keep practicing and POG battling in anticipation for the moment when..."
A nearby car honks at him.
Driver: "Hey, kid! Get outta the way! I'm tryin' ta park here!"
Jordan: "Oh, sorry."
Jordan picks up all the scattered POGs and walks off.
Jordan: "One day... One day..."
The End.
... Or is it?
Next time on POG: Power of Gamers, Jordan faces a tough decision as he faces off against his best friend, Greg, in a POG battle!
Jordan: "I can't play against him! He's my best friend!"
Greg: "Why am I playing this again? Shouldn't I have something better to do?"