Author has written 5 stories for Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Space Ghost, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, and Yu-Gi-Oh.
UPDATE - NOVEMBER 16, 2012: I probably should've told you this before, but I now have two jobs (one of them's part-time while the other one's seasonal), so I will be online less often than I usually am. That means you'll have to wait a little while longer than expected for me to post some stories. Apologies for the inconvenience!
UPDATE - JULY 31, 2009: R.I.P., Raym's Creator, creator of one of the many Yu-Gi-Oh! GX: The Abridged Series, as seen on YouTube. Even though I'm not much of a fan of your movies, I still have the very heart to say that you will be missed, and your videos will be remembered in the hearts of millions. :( We will greatly miss you, dude.
Hello. My name's Psychid, and I used to go by the name's of Pumpkid, Crazy Little Devil, Master of Destiny, SuperMetalMan, and Buttsy-Boy, from latest to earliest. Yeah, I kind of started to get interested in this site after I helped out one of my favorite authors, Shrilanka-San, in which I was co-writer for some of her stories. Some stories I helped her write were Role Switch, Alistiltskin, Night of the Living Furby, and Valon, Come Home.
Afterwards, I've decided to write some fan fictions of my own, and went under the name of SuperMetalMan. Unfortunately, I kind of had writer's block (whatever that was, I dunno), so I kind of had to give up on writing for a while. However, I came back under the name of Master of Destiny, and my first fan fiction was The Cluster Devil Went to Termorton, which was a My Life as a Teenage Robot fan fiction, which is a song fic of one of my favorite songs, The Devil Went Down to Georgia, by the Charlie Daniels band. Unfortunately, that story no longer exists on that site.
Fortunately, I came right back, and wrote some Yu-Gi-Oh! GX stories (in which Yu-Gi-Oh! and its spin-offs are kind of the kind of the fan fictions I best write about), which you can see on my profile.
I guess another reason why I joined this site was that I kind of enjoy writing, and I really want to entertain others, in a way. So, I hope you enjoy my stories!
My current avatar is based on a deviantART submission made by my good friend cutelittledizzymae. Kudos to her.
Pen Name: Psychid
And that's pretty much it… for now…
My Stories (ordered from oldest to newest)
The Dumbest of the Dumb (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX - Humor/Friendship - Rated K-plus for mild cartoon violence - Complete): Jaden Yuki and Atticus Rhodes have been some of the best of friends for quite some time now. Unfortunately, their friendship comes to an end after they get into an argument over who's really the dumbest amongst them. Will they ever be friends again? Read and find out.
The Loon of the Rings: A Tribute to Brak (Space Ghost - Humor/Parody - Rated T for mild "cartoon" violence and mild language - Complete): Christmas is just around the corner; and this year, Mother is sick and tired of her husband coming up with lame excuses for not getting her anything. Thus, he, Brak, and Zorak must find the perfect Christmas gift for mother: a priceless topaz ring. But what happens along the way? Complete and utter chaos, that's what!
How Placido Stole Christmas (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's - Humor/Parody - Rated K-plus for mild cartoon violence - Complete): Placido is one of those 5D's baddies who obviously hates Christmas really much. And after reading a classic Dr. Seuss story which this very story parodies, Placido and his cohorts, Lucciano and Jose, devise a plot to ruin Christmas for Neo Domino (or at least they try to do it, anyway).
CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES! (Yu-Gi-Oh! - Humor - Rated K-plus for mild cartoon violence - Complete): Where did the Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's series' main features of the Duel Runner and Turbo Duel originate? Here's one possibility!
Upcoming Stories (in no particular order)
Yu-Gi-Oh! EXELIXI (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's - Adventure/Supernatural - Rated T for mild violence, mild language, references to Scientology and other possible religions, and other suggestive material): Mira Oshaki isn't your average everyday duelist. She, along with several other duelists, is destined to save two worlds from a force that threatens both!
The Wizard of Bruce (Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja - Humor/Parody - Rated T for mild violence and mild language): Out of complete boredom, Psychid decides to give in and actually make one of several parodies of a timeless classic, in which Teresa Fowler randomly winds up in the magical land of Bruce and has to find her way home.
"Copy and Paste" Stuff
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, the weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
Chocolate chip cookies are yummy! If you agree, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you're hyper, like being hyper, and are hyper all the time, COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE!
This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to your profile:
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm sradishing to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I sradish to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
STOP CHILD ABUSE!
98 percent of the Internet population has a Myspace. If you're part of the 2 percent that can resist stupid fads, copy and paste this into your profile.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that
mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
STOP THE PAIRING WAR!!
About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.
My Own "Copy and Paste" Stuff
If you are a fan of Gwen from TDI/A and believed that she should've won TDI (though she won in the Norwegian version), and were so [EFF!]ing pissed when she got voted off on TDA, copy this into your profile.
If you were sad when Michael Jackson, the king of pop music, died, copy this into your profile.
If you weren't completely sad when Michael Jackson died, but you have even the slightest feeling that you'll miss him, copy this into your profile.
If you, too, agree with the Courtney haters that she had become meaner than usual ever since TDA, but is still one of your favorite characters, copy this into your profile.
If you respect others' own opinions about shows/series/characters they like, even if they're ones you don't like, and so long as they don't make a whiny fuss about it, copy this into your profile.
Those Stupid Stereotypes
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
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