【001】 Kaiba Seto - TEXT/VIDEO - Destiny Islands
PERSONAL LOG 001: NOVEMBER 1st 1500...and counting.
I seem to be stuck on some island. There's water on every side and no land in the horizon. There's an academy here. The only useful thing I can see with bothering to play their game is for the information it will probably entail. I haven't made up my mind.
There's People. No one I remember.
In regards to original hypothesis, for a virtual world this place has quite a mind of its own. I can't find any glitches. All sensory inputs seem to be far too realistic. If there is mechanical error then I haven't quite found it. I refuse to believe what those creatures said. This is all just a bad hallucination.
Let's get one thing straight.
[Kaiba doesn't exactly like the beach but the guy didn't exactly want to be inside a dormitory. He was on the beach, sitting on the sand with nothing but a silver briefcase beside him. The sun wasn't quite setting yet, he was frowning at the ocean.]
Who ever conceived the concept involving lying about a world being destroyed and thinking the tall-tale would be believable needs a better hobby. Making up stories is clearly not their forte. That said, when I find out who's responsible for it I'll personally relay my complaint.
[He shifts in the sand, brushing his hands before turning to the communicator with a firm scowl on his features.]
Now. I expect I'm not the only one on this island. As friendly as those things are, I would prefer hearing an explanation from something that isn't a figment of some childhood fairytale. Who's in charge? What the hell were those things? More importantly, where's Mokuba?
I won't allow this to waste my time.