Cardfight!! Vanguard: Generations Volume 2 [Zyriot War]

Omake SS John Fields: Christmas wid da Mandem

Bruv, dese past two terms at GEN have been right scuffed. Mans never expected all dis bullocks to happen, but here we are, brr.

Is winter break innit, but since mans got no family in Japan, Christmas is gon be bare dead dis year, rrrrip.

Dough good ting is yea, mans can still check out Tokyo and stuff, cos my mans Mikazuchi-sensei hooked me and da other foreign mandem up ya feel me? Us lot are living in a shared apartment, and bruv, is mad fun, skrrrrah.

Mans living wid Albert, big up my G, and Zyriot, real calm lad, innit. Mans feels weird being da only Bri'ish person here, but whatevs bruv, mans dun mind, kr kr kr.

Da other English wasteman is Taka, but mans got family and dat, so mans don't need to live with us. Woulda been peng, dat guys been to London and tings, mans coulda gassed up fried chicken wid him bruv.

Albert's sick at cleaning up dough, mans uses dat vacuum like is no mans business, mans wild wid it, like whshhhh. Zyriot is da only cook from da mandem cos he's like da adult out uv us tree innit.

He mans makes decee fried chicken but mans still craving fo someting more. Albert feels me cos he's black.

No racism intended bruv, don't shank me up, allow it! Mans and Albert just passionate bout good chicken, ya feel me, brrrrap?

Anyways, dis ain't bout mans living conditions, keep your nose outta mans business or get shanked blud, dis is bout how Christmas is gonna be mad dead dis year.

On da Eve mans went to sleep like zzz. When mans woke up and checked da date, mans felt dread innit.

December 25th 2048.

Raaaah fam, allow it. Mans gonna sleep in.

"John, Albert!"

Mans heard Zyriot calling fo us from downstairs innit. What does dis wasteman want huh, ski di pi pap?

Mans went downstairs all cool and dat, cos mans never hot, wid Albert following innit. Bruv, he hasn't shaved in weeks, dis mans beard's grown bare lots fam, poom poom.

"Morning guys, breakfast's ready."

"Oh sick, you mans are safe!"

"Aye, what's popping chief? Appreciate you homie."

Zyriot made mans a peng full English breakfast, sausig, hashes, beans, eggs, basically everyting bruv, while Albert got some peng looking blueberry pancakes wid da freshest syrup.

Meanwhile Zyriot made manself some nasty looking grits and biscuits (which are scones ya American donnies), cos he's from da South innit, but mans won't judge dough, cos no lie, mans eats mad mounts uv blood pudding, skrr.

"Albert, how's the rap career coming along?"

"It's going good, I got over hundred followers now. Gotta thank the Christmas album for boosting the ratings."

Yea bruv, Albert's a sick SoundCloud rapper on Tuesdays innit! He dropped a sick track bout Christmas, ya done kno. Listening to my mans spit bare heat was so gas! Albert could steal Ms Claus if he wanted too, aaaaaak!

"Bruv, Zyriot, my guy. Dese sosigs, dunno what you did to it fam, but they are..."

Mans gotta give him da long chef's kiss.

"Just like how my mum makes it, you are blessed fam. Dese beans too? Taste uv home, right here."

Mans was getting bare emotional over dis breakfast fam, is like mans was in da hood again eating beans from da cans.