The year is 2042. It’s the 20th anniversary of Morbius, often touted by many to be the greatest film ever made, a piece of media that influenced and changed the world around us, launching the great era often known by many as the “Morbin Era”. Yet, in spite of that, it seems one single person has not been morbed and suffered the consequences of this casualty. That person was named Jared Leto. Yes, even while he managed to successfully become Morbius, such a commitment left a massive cost to him and a gaping hole in his heart.
Here he was in a bar, somewhere in the backcorner of a New York street he completely forgot the name of, drinking his fifth glass of whiskey. He would have probably accompanied it with a cigarette, if he hadn’t already smoked the remaining eight he had in his pocket within the same night at the bar. The rain could be heard knocking on the window, overlooking the cold street, illuminated by a single cheap lamp outside the door. Such an atmosphere perfectly encapsulated the years gone by, years not kind to our hero, years that drained him of all hope, like his own character morbin his prey out of their blood.
He walked out of the bar, once again without a single penny, the drinks being added to his neverending list of debts, and started walking back home. On the way, he witnessed a mugging, heard domestic violence in the distance and could even smell the stench of a rotting corpse, probably left there one or two days ago by some big-shot thug. What seems like shocking sights to us were only an average night to him. After all, he was Morbius, he had to witness such sights in the past to commit to his role. Atleast, that’s what he kept telling himself, since his memories of those days were fractured at best and erased at worst. He never moved on from the production days. His body, face and hair all resembled the way he portrayed Morbius and his speech had been reduced to nothing more than morbwords. No one hired him as a result, and his career came crashing like the box office performance of every film that released alongside Morbius. His morbin time had long gone away. In hindsight, his memories of such days being fractured was for the best. He kept walking home, with that same walk that made you imagine him as a zombie or someone on the verge of collapsing.
An hour passed and he entered his apartment…if you could even call it that. It looked no worse than a garbage bin. Books, clothes and the remains of junk food everywhere, his bed stained with what resembled piss, but smelled like vomiting, his kitchen filled with dirty plates and the buzzing of flies and the less said about the bathroom, the better it is. The only maintained things in this “apartment” were a single TV and laptop and even those were covered with enough dust to make you cough. Posters of Morbius were hanging on the walls and you could even spot three or four scattered awards as Best Actor for his role. He sat on the bed and turned on the TV. It was playing a “making of” documentary about Morbius, and Leto could recall how the documentary was an oscars darling. Yes, the same movie that destroyed his life, was being remembered fondly by others. Something within him finally broke, yet it was not the time for him to express it. He produced a faint smile and drowned himself to sleep with pills. No one could ever expect how such a coincidental turn of event could lead to the most brutal killing spree of the Morbin Era.
5 years pass and through a joint venture between the NYPD and the FBI, Jared Leto was finally arrested. As the screams of the crowd and the sirens of the police cars drowned, he could not remember his name. For these last five years, he had ditched it and embraced his role as Morbius. He became a cannibalistic serial killer, killing whoever was unlucky enough to be close to him and feasting on them. The bodies of his victims would become completely unrecognizable, but that wasn’t the immediate sign it was him. Every one of them, without a single miss, had a calling card, preferably in a spot where the body’s limb or organ was missing. Each card contained one single word, always starting with “morb”. Some of the most famous cards were “morbin”, “morbhead”, “morbheart”, “morbcord” and lastly “morbporn”. He terrorized the streets of New York and the entire world with his vengeance, all with a disturbing smile to boot.
His apartment was raided to the bone by the authorities and deep in a closet, there laid a letter. It was written by Jared Leto, the exact day when he had made the final decision to become Morbius. It read: “It’s Morbin time! What does this mean? It’s time for Morbin. Why did I do this? There are several reasons I may deem you morbin-able to be worthy of being morbed. These include, but are not limited to: I am very Morby. I see you being morbin-able. You morbed me first. Is Morbius THE movie of all time? Yes. I don't believe I deserved to be morbed upon. Can you un-morb me? Sure, mistakes happen. But only in exceedingly rare circumstances will I put morb-juice back into my morbenis. If you would like to issue an appeal, shoot me some thick morb-milk explaining what I got wrong. I tend to respond to fucking requests/comments within several minutes. Do note, however, that over 99.9% of people gets morbed, and you are is likely no exception. How can I prevent this from happening in the future? Accept the reality that I stick my Morbenis into your morbussy and move on. But learn from this mistake. You were a mistake because I forgot to wear a morbondom whilst fucking your morb-hole. I will continue to morb your morbussy until you improve your conduct. Remember: morbing you who morbed me first is a right, not a privilege.”
The authorities came to the understanding that this letter only served to prove that Jared Leto was past the point of return and after serving another five years in prison, he was hanged in april 1st 2052, exactly 30 years ever since the release of the film.
This event could have been prevented, it really could. I wouldn’t be sitting here, penning this tragic and most disturbing story, if people first asked whenever Jared Leto was morbed or not. Everyone was busy being morbed to completion, completely forgetting the one that started the morbeting in the first place. Yet, in spite of it all, through an ironic twist of fate, Jared Leto…or “Morbius”, really turned out to be the most morbed of everyone. Let this serve as a lesson to the generation that will only witness this event through this story and others like it.

As a longtime-ish Yu-Gi-Oh! fan, I really can't recommend this simulator to beginners. Master Duel is egregiously slow to play both in Duels and in the menus. It's also prone to random glitches that really shouldn't be on a current-year simulator for an over 20-year old game. It has difficulty running on low-powered devices, to the point where a friend of mine literally could not play it on their phone.

I feel this game is also very unintuitive when it comes to trying to teach new Duelists how to play the game. I have tried twice now to use Master Duel as a platform to teach but both attempts died hard. This is in part due to the really strange way they decided to go about handling Gacha mechanics. For some reason, while you CAN unlock (sorta)Archetype-specific packs by drawing or crafting, they only stay accessible for a short amount of time. Speaking of, the Gacha is also very stingy. You don't get enough of the in-game Gem currency to warrant trying to deckbuild proper. And even if you wanted to, paying actual money for packs is hilariously expensive for what it's worth.

I mentioned Card Crafting as well. While at first I thought it was a neat mechanic, I soon found out actually gathering materials for crafting is a pain in the ass. In summary, you need to destroy cards you currently own to get materials of its rarity. Usually they only give you 10 material points, which can increase depending on if the card is prismatic. However, to craft one card, you need at minimum 30 of the crafting points of its rarity.

This means reliably getting URs (which you will NEED for any decent deck) is virtually impossible without paying Konami the big bucks. The only way to get around this is to make a fucktonne of alts, one focused on one deck and one deck alone.

The presentation doesn't really make up for this either. Most of the game is just PNGs (that occasionally move upon summon ooo) which doesn't help its case against the free sims. The music is also kinda.. meh? It's not bad or anything just really samey... and generic. Compare this to the 2016 effing Mobile-only game Duel Links with its great soundtrack, engaging presentation and unique fully-animated Summoning cutscenes for Boss Monsters. There's really no competition there.

One last complaint; the matchmaking is borderline archaeic. They did it so well in Duel Links, having multiple different ways to take on Duelists from across the globe, be it for a casual or competitive Duel. But in Master Duel? Either you make a room and send out your room code to someone from outside the game or you suck it up and play Ranked. That's it.

Overall I think Master Duel is quite a bit shit. Play like Duellingbook or EDOPro or Nexus or something.