Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by ConcernedGamer » Sat Apr 13, 2019 7:31 am

I typically find myself morbidly fascinated whenever I mock a fanfic with sex scenes in them, wondering at first what I'm in for, even when it's made by an author I've already seen produce some before, like here.

Sometimes it's evidently so bland and note for note repeats of insert Peg A into Slot B and wiggle until simultaneous orgasm. Catering to the broadest of smut-devouring audiences, whether the author intended it or not, it's not unlikely that every word was inspired by something the author already read in other fanfics, mostly coming across as if we were getting a retelling of a porno the author likes.

And then there are the shameless fetish-niche kink-parades, where we get a front row seat to the author's personal and intimate fantasy, with the smut escalating in so specific an order and progression, that you are sure the author was getting off to it while wanting every single detail in mind happening to themselves. That is where it becomes less of being along the ride of a cheesy amateur sex tape, and instead second-handedly bearing witness to the author's private, self-pleasing jerk-off session.

I still find this story difficult to drag myself through, as the card games involved hold no interest with me, but the rest of it is decently mocked, so keep up the good work. With all these characters being thrown in, I wonder how abrupt it will feel when it ends, because justifiably almost every chapter so far has needed another to close off what was introduced.

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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Sat Apr 13, 2019 8:46 am

@StabbyKobold: Thanks for the comment. I’m curious as to which characters you keep an eye on specifically, given your grievances with the sheer amount of them. I will warn you that not only will there be even less restraint in the upcoming chapters, but the soapboxy opinions will keep rolling in, as this chapter proves.

@ConcernedGamer: Thanks for the comment as well, can’t blame you for finding it hard to drag through this fic. The commentary regarding sex scenes in a fic was rather interesting; personally, I feel that the author falls into the second category, where we’re given a front row seat to the author’s fantasy, much like Cain and Adrienn. This is especially evident with the first-person virtual reality lemons, but could apply to the entire concept of sexualizing the Pokémon fangame characters themselves, given how porn of them is virtually non-existent.

So yeah, as the warning states there will be more of Junpei’s opinions being thrown into the mix. The silver lining is that this chapter’s fairly mild when compared to the last few I mocked, though unfortunately there’s a Pokémon battle in it, as the author’s notes state.


This chapter may be a little slower, but it’ll add some more characterization to Plasma Tech. mind you, it’ll still be an exciting spectacle for you all to watch, as it’ll feature a Pokémon battle! And with that said, let’s get on with the show

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 27: Fusion Frenzy!

Fuck yeah, I loved that game as a child! Just a shame that it was hard to get back then, outside of buying trashy gossip magazines.

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: Later that night

Everyone had gathered inside the meeting room to discuss the potential benefits and drawbacks from merging with Plasma Tech. A few of the attendees exchanged amused smirks with Astolfo and Boudica, having heard the two in action a while ago.

“Thank you all for taking the time out of your day to come to this meeting. I know that some of you were busy with other matters, especially a certain couple who decided to get down and dirty…” Ame began the meeting, throwing an amused smirk over at Astolfo and Boudica, who chuckled lightly in response.

Did you also point out the two bystanders who watched the fuckfest? Seriously, what the hell was up with that?!

“Now the reason why I called you all here today was to discuss the prospect of an alliance with Plasma Tech, since it seems that we’re on the same side.”

“I don’t know, that N fellow seems nice, but I feel he has an agenda hidden up his sleeve.” Astolfo replied, raising his hand to his chin. “That and I haven’t tried the first Fusion Generation yet.”

“Honestly, this proposal is some of the best news we’ve gotten in a long time. With Plasma Tech on our side, we’ll be more than just a little independent studio squaring off against an international cult led by a bunch of ancient deities.” Garret grinned. “Besides, I’m sure they’ll treat our games with the love and respect they deserve.”

Heh, if your lucky. Most studio takeovers end in several beloved IP’s getting thrown into a corner, only being brought up to enforce questionable copyright laws.

“I’m not 100% sure on that last part; I recall hearing stories about how easy the first Fusion Generation game was. Perhaps they’ll lower the difficulty to make it more appealing to the consumers.” Melia commented. “After all, it’ll make sense from a business perspective.”

I don’t know; I don’t envision Reborn adding in a ‘Game Journalist’ difficulty, that cuts out all the Pokémon battles.

“I guess they could add in a difficulty option to satisfy both parties, perhaps add in an even harder difficulty or some optional game-modes like what I implemented into Insurgence.” Nora added. “Although, I can’t say I know why people label Fusion Generation a cakewalk.”

“N gave away the reason when he talked about the benefits of fusing Pokémon; they gain the combined stats of their components, and access to their full movepools. It’s easy to see why they’ll give the player an edge over the competition.” Aurora responded, as a devious idea formed in her mind. “Perhaps we should join them, if only to get our hands on a few of their fusions.”

“And how do you know that these fusions are a genuine thing, and not the result of an overactive imagination?” Besides, I wouldn’t trust you to take care of a fusion even if my life depended on it.” Shiv retorted.

Boring. Why can’t we watch the axe-crazy sadist clean house with a team of busted Fusionmons? It’ll be much better than this schlock.

“Hmph, you’re no fun at all!” Aurora pouted, a mixture of playfulness and annoyance in her tone.

“Truth be told, I’m a little weary regarding this alliance. After all, it seems like Plasma Tech is going to get more out of this deal then Starlight Studios.” Roland pointed out.

“Thank you, I was just about to say that! Who’d thought that we would both come to the same conclusion.” Titania called out in response to Roland’s comment. “I’ve heard stories about how opportunistic Plasma Tech’s CEO is when it comes to acquiring new properties. It wouldn’t surprise me if he starts milking our games once he gets his mitts on them.”

Well considering how you yahoos aren’t charging people for your games, you can’t blame this CEO for trying to make bank.

“Yeah, just think of all the merchandise they’ll produce. T-shirts, doujins, replica jewellery, figures, those cute little stickers you see people put on their laptop, the possibilities are endless in his eyes.” Amaria strengthened her lover’s argument, as she rested her hand over Titania’s hand. “Of course, it wouldn’t surprise me if he pulls a Ren and mass-produces some dakimakuras.”

“Great, just what we needed in our lives…” Melia retorted sarcastically. “In that case, I’m not longer interested in allying with him.”

Oh come on, I could buy a dakimakura and give it to the author in order to quell his insatiable hormones. Why must everyone be a party pooper in this chapter?

“Now don’t get like that over what could be a possibility. Besides, we could strike a compromise where Plasma Tech is forbidden from releasing sexualised merchandise.” Micaiah chimed in.

“I guess that could work…” Melia replied. “Anyone else want to voice their opinion on the matter?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. For the most part, I think that it’s a wise idea, but I hope they don’t take most of the money for themselves.” Adrienn chimed in. “Perhaps a 15% cut for them would suffice.”

“Eh…a little to high for my liking. 10% sounds fair.” Ame put forth her own opinion. “Though if push comes to shove, I’ll be willing to accept the 15% cut.”

“Wait, there’s something I don’t quite understand. From the way N put it, it seems that Plasma Tech is no friend of the Divine Powers. By that logic, they would’ve tried to disrupt their rallies and presentations, yet they haven’t made a single move against them. I wonder why that’s the case.” Sothe inquired.

I’m sure many of you have come up with various theories about how N’s in Krishna’s pocket, hence protecting his company from subjugation via giant snake gods. Me? My theory is that there haven’t been any attacks, because the company itself didn’t exist until the previous chapter in some sort of hastily inserted plot device.

“My guess is that they haven’t deemed Plasma Tech to be a significant threat, since I don’t recall seeing anything that could’ve offended the old gods, whoever they are.” Alice put forth a suggestion. “It’s the best guess I have at the moment.”

“Or they could be chummy with Krishna and have ordered their CEO to try and buy out Starlight Studios in an attempt to destroy your games under the banner of a business transaction.” Boudica offered another possibility. “That comment N made could’ve been a ruse to lower our guard.”

“Come to think of it, that’ll explain why Plasma Tech haven’t popped up on our radar until now. I’m sure that if they really were against us, Krishna would’ve crushed them effortlessly, and used their defeat as a show of power in order to frighten us into submission.” Alice replied, liking the second possibility more than her own. “Any final thoughts, mother?”

“Honestly, I’m a little weary of allying with them after what Boudica just said; the prospect of playing into our enemies’ hands is something that I would want to avoid at all costs. But at the same time, I don’t want to turn down an offer of support from a potential ally. Besides, I doubt that Plasma Tech would ally with the Divine Powers, since the latter despises the fangames, and would do anything in their power to destroy them.” Ame offered her final thoughts. “That’s all for tonight; you may head back to your rooms.” She continued, as everyone proceeded to go their separate ways.

Finally, we’re free of these pointless meetings…for at least another chapter or so.

Tsukiji Kongangi: Cafeteria

The room was rife with the sound of chatter, as the lieutenants were having a blast testing all the Nuka-Cola that they were given following the acquisition of all the shares in the Nuka-Cola Corporation. A few seconds later, Musashidou entered the room, and was the target of a rooms worth of applause, with the heavyset man accepting the praise as he made his way over to his co-workers.

Congrats on getting everyone to drink women’s cum, Musashidou. You’re totally off the birthday list.

“’Hahahahahahaha! This is the life; purchasing more shares to fatten up my wallet and getting to test my product as much as I want!” Musashidou grinned, opening a bottle of Nuka-Cola and chugging it quickly.

“I’ll admit; your purchase came right out of nowhere, I wish you had informed me about it beforehand. That said, it was a wise decision to increase the revenue flowing into the Divine Powers.” Hongou complimented his co-worker’s decision. “Additionally, these beverages would boost our troops morale by quite a bit.”

“It’s the closest they’ll ever get to losing their virginity.”

“Quite right; nothing beats the refreshing taste of a Nuka-Cola after work. Which reminds me…” Nijisaki added, before he passed over a bottle of Nuka-Cola Quantum over to Kubota. “Here, the newest flavor they released. I dare you to try some.”

“W-Why me, why am I a-always the g-guinea-pig?!” Kubota protested, which attracted the attention of the other lieutenants.

“Aw come on mate, live a little for once.” Johnny chimed in.

“Yeah, the soda pop’s not going to bite you or anything…” Caesar added, swigging a bottle of Nuka-Cola Wild.

They’re right. It’s just that the largest source of the stuff is located at a park crawling with Raiders, Bloodworms and giant, bipedal alligators that can tear through steel with ease. Tickets start from 49.99 per person.

Eventually, Kubota gave into the peer pressure and in an instant, unscrewed the cap and gulped down half the contents of the bottle; the bespectacled man surprised by the incredibly sweet taste of the drink.

“H-Hey, this is rather nice—” he began, before his stomach started churning. A panicked look appeared on his face as he bolted up out of his seat and ran out the room in the search for the nearest toilet, as everyone laughed at his detriment.

“Hahahahahaha! I love the ol’ laxative trick; it never ceases to put a smile on my face!” Nijisaki chortled to himself.

Yes, the middle-aged man who took part in an experiment that nearly got several kids killed is now acting like a drunken high-school freshman. You may proceed to groan.

“Y-Yeah, that was a funny joke. J-Just don’t turn it against me.” Roman Bellic complemented the executive, hoping to avoid becoming a victim himself. His gaze soon focused onto Yuuto, who still had his trademark sex-addicted grin on his face. “Hey brother, got any idea who this guy is?”

“I don’t know; I tried asking several of the other lieutenants, but even they are at a loss. Just where on earth did Krishna find this wacko?” Roman’s brother, Niko answered.

You tell me; I don’t know how Mr. Hentai Guy got here, nor do I know why he is here.

Roman expected Yuuto to snap at Niko for insulting him, but was surprised to see that he still hasn’t said a word.

“Allow Dr. Ryder to fix the mute.” Ryder bragged, walking over to Yuuto with a bottle of Nuka-Cola in his hand. “Here, have some medicine on the house.”

Eh, I’d rather trust Dr. Pepper than this chump.

The room became eerily silent, as Yuuto turned to face Ryder, the sex-addicted grin still plastered on his face, as he stared at the gangster for several minutes. Eventually, Yuuto got up off his seat and proceeded to walk backwards out of the room, his gaze never breaking away from Ryder. Everyone was at a complete loss as to what they just witnessed. “Man, just what the fuck is up with that guy?!” Ryder asked out loud.

“As one of the worlds most esteemed neurologists, I can safely say that he’s got some sort of psychological disorder.” Yasuke answered, heavily invested in his manga book. “Though what disorder he has is a mystery to me.”

Well thanks for the info, bub. For a neurologist, you certainly aren’t living up to the role.

“Anyway, we should go back to—” Roman began, before the door slammed open, frightening the middle-aged man as Dio stormed into the room, his face twisted with so much rage that he looked more like a bloodthirsty monster than a human being.

“T-THAT MISERABLE OLD FUCK!” Dio roared with a fury unlike anything the other lieutenants have seen. “THE NEXT TIME I SEE HIM, I’LL TEAR HIS FUCKING FACE OFF!!”

“Oh, what’s troubling you, Dio?” Hongou inquired, as the ringmaster glared viciously at him.

“That senile fuck Tayama ratted me out to Odin, only for the asshole to pick me up and throw me like a fucking footall!” Dio ranted, clenching his right fist with the index finger pointing upwards, while his left hand was cupping his right elbow.

“The worst part was that it wasn’t even a goal. Some deity, am I right?”

“Ah yes, I remember that. It was quite the show…” Tayama sneered at him. “I’m surprised you’re still walking after getting thrown around like that.”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you had kept your trap shut about MY wife.” Dio hissed in anger.

“Serra is my prize, and my prize only! How many times do I have to tell you this?!” Tayama retorted angrily, clenching his fists tightly.

I’m so fucking close to putting up a damn counter for this fucking spambot line, but I don’t want to piss myself any further by keeping count of this shit.

“Fuck off! How would you feel if I decided to start pinching babes off of your harem list?” Dio sneered, as everyone else in the cafeteria started to get invested in the argument.

“Y-You wouldn’t—” Tayama’s air of confidence started to crumble before him as he started sweating like crazy.

“I would; and as a matter of fact, I’ve got this!” Dio sneered, taking out Tayama’s harem list from his jacket. “Under my sleeve. Now let’s see who the big bad Tayama is eyeing off, asides from my wife, that is.”

…how did you get that when you were thrown like a football after Krishna and Co. read the thing?

“For the last time, she’s my—” Tayama began.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. She’s your prize and your prize only. That’s the only damn thing you say.” Yasuke dryly retorted, causing the yakuza boss to grit his teeth in anger.

When the damn fic knows how annoyingly repetitive that line is, you’re doing something seriously wrong.

“Now hurry up with the list already.

“Alright then, let’s see who he’s got ready for his Tic-Tac dick…” Dio began as his eyes started scanning the list. “Oh my…Oh my golly goodness, this is fucking hysterical. You’re actively lusting after SHELLY of all girls!”

“Eh, who is this Shelly girl?” Roman inquired.

The cutest little cinnamon roll of them all. Well asides from Scarlett, but she’s in an entirely different league.

“Long story short, she’s around 12 years old from what I heard, but she’s most likely younger than that.” Dio exclaimed, as everyone started giving Tayama looks of disappointment and contempt.

“D-Don’t judge me! Love has no age!” Tayama bellowed in anger.

“Tch, people like you are part of the reason why I joined Lost MC to begin with; can’t believe I’m working with a kiddie-fiddler.” Johnny scoffed in disgust.

“Hmph, this would definitely tarnish Cradle Pharmaceutical’s reputation if the public were to find out.” Nijisaki commented, taking a small sip of Nuka-Cola Victory as Tayama glared at him.

“You have no right to criticise me when your damned company experimented on children!” Tayama retorted in order to regain some ground.

“True, we did experiment on children, but it was for the greater good. Besides, at least we had no plans on molesting them.” Hongou countered,

That we know of.

causing Tayama to start seething since his best argument got shot down.

“Oh but it gets better, not only is he eyeing up Shelly, but he’s also got several other little girls on his list. There’s Anna, Heather, Luna, Maria, do I need to go on?” Dio continued his ruthless mocking of his nemesis, as his attention was soon directed to a few other names on the list.

Hmmm…something doesn’t fit right. Give me a moment…

*one minute later*

Aha! Found the retcon. Maria/Marianette wasn’t on the original harem list we saw all the way back in Chapter 8. I guess she was a last-minute addition for Junpei’s harem—wait, why is he demonising Tayama for having a harem list exactly like his?!


“Oh my, looks like Tayama is hoping that he’ll get to pipe Ame and Alice, probably at the same time.”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I bet he’s into mommie-daughter action!” Armstrong mocked the bespectacled man.

“I-I am not!” Tayama snapped angrily, glaring daggers at the beefed-up senator.

“To give him some credit, he may not be into mommie-daughter action. However, given that he’s lusting after Charlotte, Laura and Saphira, he may be into sister-sister incest.” Dio continued, as more looks of disgusted were directed at Tayama.

“What a degenerate fetish; such filthy genes should die off an e removed from the gene pool.” Greyfield scoffed at Tayama in disgust. “In my ideal world, only those with strong genes will survive!”

Well my jeans are nice and comfy—oh, wrong genes. My apologies.

“So what else is on that sad man’s list for us to mock?” Caesar inquired.

“Well let me see here—oh my, seems like Tayama’s a greedy bastard. Just look at all the girl’s he’s hogging for himself—what’s this, Aurora? Isn’t she the chick that’s into bloodplay?” Dio inquired.

“Apparently, from what Tressa told me.” Hongou commented. “I can’t say that I’m all that interested in bloodplay.’

How does she…you know what, I’m not gonna ask.

“Look on the plus side, she can cut his dick off; preventing him from piping Dio’s wife and the little girls.” Roman chimed in, as everybody excluding Tayama started laughing once more.

“T-This isn’t over! I will get my harem, and when I do I’m gonna make you all pay for mocking me, especially you!’ Tayama declared, pointing viciously at Dio as the crime boss stormed out of the room. Around a minute later, Kubota had come back from the bathroom and sat back down on his seat.

“W-Who put laxatives in m-my drink?!” He demanded an answer.

“Ah, my buddy, you missed out on the best roast in a lifetime. Tayama got ousted as a pedophile and Dio went to town on him.” Musashidou wrapped his thick arm around the skittish man.

“W-Why is it that I always miss out on all the e-exciting confrontations?!” Kubota complained.

Because no-one likes you.

“That’s just how life goes…oh and I was the one who spiked your drink.” Nijisaki answered.

“Wait, what’s this I missed?” Dio inquired.

“Long story short; I spiked his drink with laxatives and dared him to try it. He gulped it down instantly, before running out the bathroom like a complete loon.” Nijisaki recalled, as his co-worker frowned at him.

“T-That wasn’t funny! Thanks to you I missed out on an amazing roast session!” Kubota snapped at his superior.

Eh, amazing is an exaggeration. I’d call it…tolerable, and that’s being generous.

“Oh man, I wish I could’ve seen it.” Dio commented. “That said, I’m gonna try out this Nuka-Cola stuff; I need some refreshment after that roast session.” He continued as he went to the counter to choose a drink for himself, before sitting down on an empty chair to chat with the other people in the room.

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: The next day

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense; Ame had finished finalising the date and time for a meeting with the CEO of Plasma Tech in order to further discuss the possibility of a temporary alliance to deal with the Divine Powers. Ame had a few of her high command by her side, with Astolfo and Co. providing additional back up in case things go downhill. Time seemed to pass by slower than usual as the young woman kept glancing at the clock, wondering when they’ll arrive. Her question was soon put to rest when the sounds of a helicopter arriving and landing on the roof echoed throughout the room.

“Remember to stay calm; it wouldn’t do us any good to lash out at them.” Ame reminded her allies, as they heard footsteps walking down the hallway to the meeting room door. The door opened, as a few figures in suits flanked the green-haired couple who entered the room. Astolfo immediately recognised N, who had a passive look on his face, but was at a loss as to who the older man with a red eyepatch over his right eye was. He had a calm, yet intimidating look in his eye, which indicated that he was the type who would cut to the chase as soon as possible.

“I thank you for granting us the time to discuss matters with you. I am Ghetsis Harmonia, CEO of Plasma Tech. I’m sure you’ve met N the other day, Ms. Winthrop.” The older man introduced himself, brushing a speck of dirt off his suit.

Ghetsis, an honest CEO? You must be huffing something, author!

“Indeed, we have Mr. Harmonia; we learnt quite a bit about Pokémon Fusions during the presentation.” Ame replied calmly, though the tension in the was incredibly thick; so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

“Wonderful, that saves us some time. Any thoughts on whether you want the alliance or not?” Ghetsis inquired.

“Well we have a few questions we want to inquire about; mainly if Plasma Tech is planning on changing the base game.” Melia requested an answer.

“Oh, I can answer this one; the only thing we’re thinking of adding is a difficulty option at the beginning. That way your game is open to a wider audience. As for the story we have no plans on fine-tuning it, unless you have any desire to do so.” N answered, confirming Nora’s suspicions about their plan.

“If that’s the only change your planning on implementing, then I guess we can live with it.” Ame replied.

Yet when Tressa tried to implement it, you sacked her ass. Double standards are a bitch, aren’t they?

“Sorry to but in, but how will the profits be split between our studio and yours?” Garret inquired.

“Plasma Tech will take a 10% cut of the profits as a publishers fee; the remaining 90% is all yours.” Ghetsis answered. “I hope that’s satisfactory enough for you.”

“That’s much better than we were expecting!” Garret grinned, as he noticed that Astolfo had a strange look on his face. “Something the matter?”

“I was just wondering why exactly Plasma Tech is interested in joining forces with our studio.” Astolfo replied, as he soon noticed the serious look on Ghetsis’ face.

It’s the dakimakuras, isn’t it.

“I’ll be blunt here, it’s for our mutual benefit.” Ghetsis answered. “The Divine Powers, they’ve been at your throats for quite some time now, and from what I’ve heard they’re getting stronger by the day. I’m sure you know about the current loyalty of your former Marketing Director.”

“Yes, we know about Tressa’s allegiance with the Divine Powers…” Ame replied.

“Good, good. This is further complicated by her deal with the CEO of Nintendo, which lead to the subsequent destruction of several independent studios. I have no doubt that Krishna seeks to gain control over the entire gaming medium. Which is why we need to make this alliance, for our survival.” N added to his father’s argument.

That’s nice and all, but what does any of this have to do with his ultimate goal of creating a new universe to rule over?

“And I’m sure that your super powerful fusions would put the odds in our favour. How do we know they’re as strong as you say they are?” Astolfo rebutted, as Ghetsis thought up of a solution to the predicament.

“Perhaps a little battle would be sufficient proth; my son versus your daughter in a 3-on-3 battle. Any objections?” Ghetsis proposed.

“Depends on how my daughter feels about this…” Ame replied, turning to Alice for an answer.

“I’m more than happy to take one for the team!” Alice boldly declared.

“Wonderful!” Ghetsis replied, a small smirk on his face. “Is there an area we could use for the battle?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. Allow me to escort you there.” Melia chimed in, as the group exited the room and proceeded to make their way to the indoor arena.

So this game studio has an indoor arena, enough housing for 30+ occupants, a large courtyard to host parties in, and several other luxuries. Are they by any chance located in the emperors' house or something?

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Both Alice and N had gotten ready for the ensuing battle, as the spectators sat down in the stands to watch the upcoming battle, knowing that the future of both organisations is determined by the outcome of this battle. As a gesture of her goodwill, Ame decided to let Astolfo be the referee for this battle.

“Ok then, according to the agreement, this’ll be a 3-on-3 Singles battle between Alice Winthrop from Starlight Studios, and N Harmonia from Plasma Tech. the battle is declared over when one side has all their chosen Pokémon faint, and substitutions are allowed. Any problems.”

“Fine by me.” N replied, turning to face Alice. “Well you know what they say, ladies first.”

“Alright then, but don’t come crying once I defeat you.” Alice smiled as she reached for a Pokéball and threw it to the arena. “Alright, Blaziken, it’s time to shine!”

“Hah! In that case I’ll chose Carveel!” N retorted, as both trainers sent out their Pokémon, with the tall fire chicken eyeing up its strange new opponent. The Carveel had the head and color scheme of a Carvanha, and the body and tail of a Seel, as it fired a large chunk of water to create a shallow pool and slip into the body of water.

At least the author’s kind enough to describe these Fusionmons, even if it is barebones.

“This is gonna be interesting…at the very least it appears to be at its basic stage.” Alice mused to herself as she soon decided her first move. “Blaziken, use Sky Uppercut on Carveel!”

The large chicken ran towards the hybrid Pokémon, it’s fist glowing a harsh blue as it attempted to deliver a wicked blow to its opponent. The attack collided, causing the hybrid to hiss in pain as it was sent rocketing through the air, only for it to smirk as it soon cloaked itself in water and charged at Blaziken at rapid speeds, striking it head on and made the chicken stagger back a few feet.

“Woah! For a small Pokémon it packed a real punch!” Melia exclaimed in a mixture of shock and awe.

“So this is the power of a Pokémon fusion…” Garret mused to himself.

Oh please, there’s several of them that are even more broken than that critter. Why can’t he use them instead?

“Impressive, but it’s gonna take more then that to best me. Blaziken, use Quick Attack followed up by another Sky Uppercut!” Alice called out, as her companion lunged towards the hybrid at blinding speeds, it’s fist glowing harshly once more as it was preparing to land its attack. However the Carveel dodged at the last second and fired an Ice Beam directly at it’s opponent, before following up with an Aqua Tail that sent the large chicken flying backwards and crumpled into a heap onto the floor, catching all the Starlight Studio workers by surprise.

“Blaziken…” Alice cried out in concern, rushing over to her injured companion and comforting it before sending it back into it’s Pokéball.

“Now you know the power of our fusion Pokémon; do you still wish to continue the fight?” N inquired, eyeing her up curiously.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Alice replied, reaching for her next Pokéball. “Now, Ninetales, it’s time for battle!” She sent out her next Pokémon, which caught N by surprise as it was the Alolan variant, as opposed to the regular variant.

Like mother like daughter, I suppose.

“In that case, I’ll make a legal substitution and switch out Carveel for Slomaka!” N called out, switching his fusion for a second one, as his Pokeball opened and a creature with the face and colouration of a Darumaka, and the body of a Slowpoke emerged onto the field emerged onto the field, only to step away from the water puddle.

“So errr…where did ya find that fella?” Astolfo inquired.

“Trade secret, perhaps when you join us, I might tell you about it.” N replied. “Now I believe it’s your move.”

It involves anal sex, doesn’t it?

“In that case; Ninetales, go for Hail and follow up with Aurora Veil!” Alice declared as her companion summoned a vicious hail storm, before creating a wonderous wall of light using the falling hailstones to form a protective barrier.

“Pffft, predictable.” N scoffed in amusement. “Slowmaka, use Sunny Day and follow up with Brick Break!”

The small hybrid Pokémon yawned loudly, as a bright sun appeared in the arena and melted all the hailstones, before the small Pokemon waddled at surprisingly fast speeds and used it’s thick tail to smack Ninetales’ head, causing it to stagger back a few feet as its wonderous wall was shattered instantly. Then in a surprise follow-up attack, Slomaka cloaked its body in fire and launched a sun-boosted Flare Blitz at Ninetales, sending it flying back into the wall and knocking it out cold as the Slomaka staggered back a few feet in pain from the recoil.

“M-My goodness!” Melia gasped, as she saw Alice run over to her friend and comfort it. “It got knocked out just like that?”

I’d throw in a bit more commentary, but these battles are basic, boring shit that any five-year-old can write. Why couldn’t they be like the ones in his Rejuv fic; they were alright at the very least.

“This is not looking good for us all…” Garret muttered. “And that’s just the power of their basic stages. Imagine how powerful the evolved ones are.”

“Not bad N, I gotta say that these fusions are pretty sweet. But are they a match for my ace Pokemon?” Alice smirked, as she sent out her Absol and brought out her Mega Ring, pressing the button on it as her companion soon Mega evolved.

“Well if you’re gonna use a Mega Evolution, then perhaps I should switch my Slomaka for my Mariblitz.” N calmly replied, as he recalled his friend and sent out his third Pokémon. It had the face and coloration of a Blitzle, and the body of a Marill. “Don’t let her cute appearances fool you, she packs quite the punch.”

No kidding, but I wish you chose Drilltrio as your last choice. That fellow was an absolute monster in battle, despite its pre-evo’s hilarious design.

“We’ll see about that; Absol use Night Slash!” Alice called out as her Mega-Absol ducked into the shadows and waited for an opportunity to strike. When the time was right, it lunged out of the shadows and slashed hard at the hybrid, catching it by surprise as it was sent back a few feet. The attack did a decent bit of damage despite being resisted by Mariblitz. “Nice! Now follow up with Play Rough!”

“Hmph, perhaps it is our duty to show you a real Play Rough, right Mariblitz?” N replied, as his companion nodded in approval and charged directly at the Mega-Absol. Both Pokemon played with each out viciously, using punches and kicks to gain an edge over their opponent. However a sudden surge of energy coursed through the Mariblitz as it delivered a powerful blow that sent Mega-Absol flying back, as it soon devolved into its base form and was no longer able to battle. This had surprised everyone in the arena, sans the Plasma Tech rperesentatives.

Didn’t surprise me; what better way to showcase someone’s power than having a major protagonist job to the guy? Eh, at least I can buy N’s prowess; Tressa still owes me her exam paper.

“A-Absol is no longer able to battle; with three of her Pokémon knocked out, Alice has lost the battle. The winner is N Harmonia from Plasma Tech!” Astolfo declared, as Alice and N congratulated their Pokémon before recalling them.

“Well I guess you won that battle. Congrats N…” Alice replied, her voice filled with a hint of sadness due to getting swept easily by the young man.

“So I guess the alliance is happening?” N inquired.

“Since you clearly proved the power of Pokémon Fusions, it’ll be wise for us to partner up with each other.” Ame admitted.

“Wonderful! I’ll finalise the paperwork in the meeting room. Come, Ame, let us toast to a prospective future together!” Ghetsis cheered, as Astolfo could’ve sworn he saw what looked like a faint smirk on his face but brushed it off as a trick of the eye.

You’ve been the most suspicious person of the group, yet you ignored a telltale sign that Ghetsis is conjuring up a scheme. For shame Astolfo, for shame…

“Alright then.” Ame replied as she soon turned to face her comrades. “You’re free to continue what you were doing before. We’ll be finalising our deal in my office.” She continued as she and Ghetsis left the arena, with Alice and N following closely behind them.

I apologise for the slightly shorter chapter, but the next one will more than make up for it. It’ll feature the glorious debut of another high roller in the Divine Powers, or so you think. Either way, it’s gonna be a blast to write about and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I will.

Oh joy, another random villain’s gonna act all chummy to Krishna, just what we needed. Well this is gonna be somewhat interesting, who’d you think will debut next? And no looking up the fic itself to cheat…

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Yasuke Matsuda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (P.O.W)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
Jesus man what is up with you and all of those waifus! Are you secretly the "Ultimate Pimp"?
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Fri Apr 19, 2019 11:27 pm

Well isn’t this a surprise; we’ve now got Batman in this clusterfuck of a fic, more specifically his rogues gallery. I’ll come forward and say that I only know bits and pieces about the franchise, but it doesn’t take a super genius to realize that this chapter will offend anyone and everyone who holds the Dark Knight dear to them, which I’m sure covers several people following this mock. Let’s just get this out of the way so that the pain will end sooner.

Welcome to Chapter 29, I am your benevolent author and boy do I have a treat for you all today. This chapter will debut the introduction of the Arkham franchise into the story as several of Batman’s greatest foes stage an escape out of the asylum and seek to cause chaos throughout the world, using the Divine Powers to cover the blame for their actions. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, and I hope my research shows itself in this chapter.

Now this is fucking rich; the author doing research on something that isn’t a Pokémon fangame. Next you’ll tell me that you’re the Prime Minister of England.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 28: Escape from Arkham Asylum!

Arkham Asylum

It’s fitting that we’re starting off in Arkham Asylum, considering that by the end of this, one of us will wind up in a mental institution.

Arkham Asylum; the most secure prison in the world. It was designed for two key purposes, to protect Gotham City from dangerous criminals, and to offer said criminals some rehabilitation and the chance to fix their mental state. Over time the facility started hosting some of the worlds most dangerous supervillains, who were sent there by the hand of the masked vigilante known as Batman. These super villains weren’t the type to quit, and have broken out of the facility multiple times, only to get thrown back in there sooner or later.

It's like Groundhog Day, but with mentally unstable criminals.

However, tonight was a different night; the facilities most infamous inmate, a psychotic, killer clown known as the Joker had been planning a dramatic escape, intrigued by the idea of using the Divine Powers to cause chaos and anarchy throughout the world. The self-titled Clown Prince of Crime caught a lucky break when he was able to get a two-way radio smuggled into the cell of his assistant, Harley Quinn, who was able to contact the Joker’s personal army of thugs to deliver needed equipment via secret passageways and staged imprisonments. Another beneficial factor was that he was able to foster a temporary alliance with Two-Face and the Penguin so that their own legions of thugs can initiate a riot and enable the super villains to escape.

Never mind that all three sides hate each other’s guts and went to war in Arkham City, the power of smol merchant girls convinced them to act all buddy-buddy.

All his months’ worth of preparations was going to be defined by the very next moment, as a guard was wandering closer and closer to his cell.

“H-Help…I’m dying over here!” He mock-shouted, hoping the guard would take noticed and enter his cell. And like a fool waiting for the punchline, the guard unlocked the cell door and entered it, only to take a bat upside his head and crumple to the floor.

You’d think the asylum staff would be used to shit like this, but I guess it was this guy’s first day on the job.

“Tada! How’d you like that?” Harley mocked the fallen guard, picking up a keycard that was attached to the belt and twirled it in her hands. “Ready for the show to begin, Mister J?”

“Of course! The show can’t go on without the main character!” the Joker boldly announced, whipping out a remote from his coat and pressing the button, causing the facility’s security to get compromised and unlock all the cell doors, enabling all the imprisoned thugs to cause chaos. The duo of criminal clowns proceeded to walk down the halls, basking in the chaos they caused as the guards and thugs fought each other over dominance of the facility.

I’m sure the guards will be fine, as long as the thugs don’t get their hands on stun batons.

A guard spotted the duo and charged at them, only to get knocked out by a swing from Harley’s bat.

“Well this is interesting, I thought I was the only one smart enough to capitalise on the opportunity to get out of here.” A bespectacled man in a green suit commented as he spotted the two clowns. “It is to be expected that this Divine Powers, or whatever they call themselves, would be enamoured by my genius.

Despite that pitiful, pitiful description, I think we can all tell that this chump’s supposed to be the Riddler. The sad thing is that this is the most description any of the villain’s get in this chapter; guess that’s what happens when you’re not a fangame tug-shot target.

“Oh, now that’s not on! You don’t try and spoil the joke before I tell you the punchline!” the Joker mock-complained, before he started cackling like crazy. “No wonder nobody tells a joke to you, Riddles.”

“Please, I don’t deal in petty jokes; I only deal the most puzzling riddles that the human mind is able to comprehend.” The Riddler commented off-handed. “That said, all the other supervillains are having a field day with the simpletons that are guarding the place. Foolish, I know, but it allowed me to get this far so I suppose I should give them that.”

“Whatever.” Harley ignored his narcissistic boasts. “You breaking out with us, or not?”

“I suppose I’ll tag along, for now…” the Riddler sighed to himself, as he decided to follow the clowns out of the treacherous facility. A few guards caught up to the trio and aimed their guns at them, only for the Joker to whip out a few of his walking teeth and threw them towards the guards. The teeth cackled as they waddled up to the confused guards, who lowered their guns and aimed them at the teeth, only for the teeth to explode and release knockout gas in the guards faces, causing them to collapse into the worlds of dreams.

If the guards here are this stupid as to keep their eyes off the highly dangerous criminals, then it’s no wonder they escape all the time.

The sounds of cheering could be heard in the adjacent room, with the trio entering it to see a “trial” being hosted by Two-Face, as a couple other super villains watched eagerly in the stands, and an army of thugs was cheering loudly at the judgement of the captured guards.

“The time for justice is upon us; these guards have been abusing their power to experiment on us and deal unjust punishments, even going so far as to hurl abuse at me and my wife. Well I say enough is enough!” Two-Face boldly declared, frightening the guards as he brought out his trusty coin. “I shall let the coin determine your fate…”

Well I guess we have the time for a quick tri—hold up, Two-Face got hitched in this universe?! Perhaps he’s displeased with the asylum staff for not giving him a wedding gift.

The “courtroom” watched with bated breath as Two-Face flipped the coin in the air and palmed it, placing it over his hand and removing his clenched fist, revealing it to have landed burnt-side up. “Game over, piggies.” Two-Face hissed ominously to the guards as he soon eyed up the attending super villains. “Now how shall I execute you? Crushed to death by Bane? Turned into icicles by Mr. Freeze? Or should I get Penguin to feed you to his—”

“Ooh, Ooh! Let me slice the little piggies up, I’ve got some spare room on my arm…” Mr. Zsasz whispered loudly in a maniacal way, his hand gripping a blood-stained steak knife.

Nice to see that imprisonment hasn’t kept him from fulfilling his stab-happy wishes. Good on you, ya crazy bastard.

“Let me crush ‘em! I’ll make them pay!” Clayface chimed in, as he created a small squad of clay warriors who all flexed their arms.

“Now, now, all of you will get your—” Two-Face began, before the back wall crumbled as a massive figure grabbed one of the guards and yanked him from his chain, before proceeding to devour him in a most vicious manner, sending blood and chunks of flesh everywhere.

“Haa…I still hunger…” Killer Croc hissed, eyeing up the other guards who were frightened out of their minds.

An accurate representation of the confrontation in the Arkham Sewers, if I say so myself.

“Hey, save some piggies for us—” a thug requested, only for Killer Croc to growl at the thug, who shivered in fright, before throwing his hands up in surrender. “O-Ok then, y-you can have them all…”

Killer Croc eyed up the rest of the guards momentarily before snatching them off the chains and began chowing down on them, slathering the nearby walls with blood as the supervillains watched on in awe.

I’d tell him not to be a messy eater, but I’m not comfortable criticizing the table manners of a gigantic, half-human, half-crocodile man.

“Crikey! And I thought my shark was a messy eater.” The Penguin joked to the other villains, who all chuckled at the quip, only to get distracted by the sound of slow clapping.

“Marvellous show you put on there, Harvey.” The Joker complimented, walking up to his partner in crime. “Your thugs are putting on quite the show back in the Holding Cells, now what’s say we get a move on and ditch this joint?”

“Not yet, I must punish more of these swine for insulting my wife.” Two-Face declared, as he proceeded to pick up a dakimakura that depicted Haruhi Suzumiya posing playfully in a black bunnysuit/stockings combination. “Don’t worry, I’ll make them all pay for insulting out love…” he spoke to the pillow.

I can’t breathe! I can’t fucking breathe! Of all the most asinine, out of place shit I’ve seen so far, this takes the cake. This nutjob of an author turned Two-Face into some pillow-hugging otaku, and had him marry a character that has nothing to do with any of this shit! I could spend the next hour laughing at this shit, but that wouldn’t provide an entertaining mock now, would it?

“Awwwwww, they look so cute! Just like us, right Mister J?” Harley commented, eyeing up her boss intensely.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ve got an asylum to bust out of.” The Joker brushed her question aside, as he led his growing legion of supervillains one step closer to freedom. However, they were soon halted by a small squadron of guards, armed to the teeth with high tech assault rifles. “Well I gotta say; you’re either brave, or foolish if you think you can take us all on at the same time. Shall I tell you all a most humorous joke? Knock-Knock, you’re dead!”

“R-Return to your cells this inst—” one of the guards began, before getting his brains blown out by a rifle shot. The other guards turned around and started shooting wildly into the room, only to get picked off one by one by the mystery assailants. Soon enough, they all lay dead in a messy pile of bloodied bodies, as five more supervillains soon joined the fray.

“OK then, let me see if you’re all on Mister J’s party list!” Harley chimed, retrieving a hastily written list from underneath her outfit and began checking it thoroughly. “Let’s see here; there’s Deathstroke, Deadshot, Firefly, Shiva, and the Electrocutioner. Yep, you’re all on the list!”

“All as one-note and description-less as the list said you’d be.”

“Heh, it’s obvious why you would want a powerful bounty hunter like me at your party!” the Electrocutioner bragged, flexing his arms as another legion of guards swarmed into the room and aimed their weapons at the bounty hunters.

“Well go on then, prove to us that you’re worthy of joining this “party” that a genius like I was worthy enough to join.” The Riddler goaded the group of five, as the bounty hunters charged at the guards and began their deadly assault. Deadshot scrambled up to higher ground and took aim at the sniper guards on the higher levels, picking them off one by one with his trusty rifle. The perforated guards slumped over the railings and began hurtling towards the ground, causing the guards on the ground to turn their backs, enabling Deathstroke to slice them up into finely cut chunks of meat.

I hope he doesn’t get any blood on Haru—Hahahahahaha!

Ah, my bad. I’ll try and retain my composure next time.


Meanwhile, a few guards had circled Shiva and brought out their stun batons; yet the display barely fazed the experienced woman, who launched a series of punches and kicks at blinding speeds, knocking the guards into the boxes that lined the steel walls, as Electrocutioner pummelled several more guards with his electricized knuckles, sending powerful shocks that caused the guards hearts to explode. It all ended as Firefly torched the remaining guards with his flamethrower, that shot flames so powerful that it reduced the guards to charred bodies in a few seconds. Several of the supervillains were impressed with how effortlessly the hostile guards were dealt with.

Well you’d hope that these expensive bounty hunters can do the job they were paid to do, otherwise I’d be asking for a refund.

“Too easy…” Deadshot scoffed as he reloaded his rifle. “When I bust outta this joint, the first thing I’m gonna do is hunt down some worthy prey. Hopefully I can get paid as well.”

“Well you’re in luck; our tour bus is going all over the world to put on a show for everybody, and there’s nothing the Bat can do about it!” the Joker cackled maniacally as the sound of guards running into the nearby room echoed throughout the halls. The cabal of villains checked the room and saw four of their companions stranded on top of a water tank as the swarm of guys eyed them up viciously.

“Well this ended up backfiring in our faces…” Maxie Zeus commented to the other three villains. “Should we throw the midget at them and run for our lives?”

“Me?! Why throw me to the wolves?!” Mad Hatter protested, before turning to his ally in desperation. “Can’t you sicc your army of rats onto ‘em?”

Better yet, why can’t you use your prowess in brainwashing technology to deal with these mooks?

“They’re all dead; murdered by them in cold blood!” The Ratcatcher rebutted. “And it’s not like I can go down there and fight them off; they’ve got guns!”

“I’m sick of waiting around here like a fool—what the?” Hush began but got distracted by the sounds of the guards firing like crazy and saw his comrades charging at the oppressive guards. Bane used his muscular frame to charge into the guards, knocking them off their feet before opting to pick on up and shattered his back over his knee. A few more guards tried to run away, only for one to get picked up by Killer Croc, who chowed down on the guard in an instant, sending more blood everywhere. Half a dozen more guards were frozen by Mr. Freeze’s powerful ice gun, with the Penguin perforating the statues with his umbrella gun that had a penguin cane-head. One of the guards attempted to flee to the nearby guard station to call for back up, but was stabbed viciously by Zsasz for his troubles, as a few more guards were pummelled to death by Clayface who made his fists into rocky hammers. Eventually the last of the guards was murdered, giving the distressed villains some breathing room as they hopped down from the water tank.

It says something about the author’s lack of talent when he can create a fight scene featuring several of Batman’s most infamous supervillains, and have it be as boring as watching paint dry.

“M-Mr. Joker! T-Thanks for saving us back there!” Mad Hatter thanked his savior.

“That’s Mister J, to you, and I’M the only one who can call him that!” Harley huffed haughtily.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get on with it already. I saw Scarecrow and a few of the others fight off some more guards in the room down the hall, right where the cafeteria is.” Hush interjected the enthralling conversation.

“Oooh, Scarecrow’s putting on an act during MY show. Let’s see if the reviews for it are accurate.” The Joker cackled, leading his troupe through the now bloodied halls as they soon arrived at the cafeteria, where they saw Scarface and the Ventriloquist using a turned over table as cover, before firing wildly at the guards.

This is the most repetitive fucking shit in this damn fic; it’s nothing but the worn-out sequence of:

‘Villains fight off asylum guards. Guards die. Villains get recruited into the ever-growing gang. Gang goes to next room and sees new villains fighting off guards.’

Rinse and repeat.


“Take that you dirty little piggies! When I’m done with you, you’d wish you were sleeping with the fishes!” Scarface hissed ominously, his machine gun eviscerating the guards into nothing but bloody paste. Meanwhile, Killer Moth was providing covering fire by using his cocoon gun to ensnare the helpless guards in its sticky threads. However, a sickly green gas soon oozed its way into the room, with the villains putting masks over their faces to protect them from the noxious gas. The guards weren’t so lucky, and started shrieking in what could only be described as a deep, primal fear over what seems to be invisible spectres. They started struggling in an absolute frenzy, breaking out of their cocoons before clawing at their skin in a desperate attempt to swat away their fictitious assailants.

“That’s it…give into your fears…” an ominous voice echoed out through the room, as a figure leapt out of the darkness and pricked the terrified guards with his syringe gauntlet, finishing off the already weakened guards and leaving them for dead, there faces etched with a permeant shriek of terror. “Hahahaha! Now they realise the true power of fear, if only for a few seconds.” The Scarecrow chuckled out loud, as he soon noticed his partners for crime. “Sorry about the mess, but the guests wouldn’t…co-operate with us.”

Oof, that’s gonna hurt the overall review score.

“Forget about the mess, I’ll get some of the thugs to clean up this place. We’ve got bigger things to do, and I’m not letting some party poopers ruin my fun!” the Joker adamantly declared.

“W-Well you might wanna get a move on, as I saw a whole swarm of guards going after Black Mask and his group down by the warden’s office.” The Ventriloquist commented, as he gestured for the clique of supervillains to follow up to their destination. When they arrived there, they saw a whole swarm of guards surround Black Mask and his temporary companions; Prometheus, the Great White Shark and Calendar Man, though none of the villains were intimidated at all.

You see what I mean everyone? It’s nothing but the same scene, over and over and over again!

“Give up now, and we’ll be gentle with you…” one of the guards sneered evilly, aiming his shotgun at Black Mask.

“That’s my line, not that I’ll give you the offer to begin with.” Black Mask chuckled, before bringing out his dual handguns and fired at the crooked guards, sending spatters of blood everywhere and on the walls. Great White Shark whipped out his own assault rifle and provided covering fire, taking out a trio of snipers that had set their sights on the villains. A few of the guards on the lower levels had brought out their stun batons and charged at the villains, with Prometheus whipping out his metal staff and countered the guards, as Calendar Man picked off any stragglers with his machete.

“Ohohohoho! Did you forget that it’s Thanksgiving next week? Oh, the crimes I’ll commit will be wonderful!” Calendar Man taunted a dying guard, pulling the blood-soaked machete out of him, before plunging it into another guard, who gurgled on his own blood before dying.

“Like stealing a turkey for my dinner. What can I say, I have expensive taste.”

As this was happening, Great White Shark had finished sniping all the snipers, their bodies falling onto the ground and surprising the other guards, enabling Prometheus to strike them down with his physical prowess. The sole surviving guard attempted to call for reinforcements, but was brutally executed by Black Mask, who then turned to face the Joker. “I do hope we put on a satisfactory performance.”

“Most satisfactory indeed; it was a wise decision on my behalf to invite you all to my breakout party!” the Joker beamed proudly, before cackling once more.

“Yeah, what a party. Now if you’ll excuse me, this genius has a competition to win.” The Riddler interjected, making his way to the exit only to get halted by his allies.

Don’t stop Riddler, you’re a few feet away from exiting this shitheap for good!

“Woah there, what competition? The invite didn’t say anything about some competition.” Maxie Zeus inquired.

“It figures I’d have to inform the dullard about it…” the Riddler muttered under his breath. “Long story short, the al Ghul’s had challenged the inmates to see who can be the first to escape. Naturally, my intellect will lead me to victory!” with that said, he quickly bolted towards the exit and escaped the building, with the stunned villains starting blankly at each other before following the man out of the crazy-packed building. The villains had noticed that they were by the docks that the representative for the Divine Powers they talked suggested as a meeting place and noticed the Riddler standing before Ra’s al Ghul and his daughter, Talia.

Wha, were they recruited by Tressa already? Why did they set up a competition to see who could break out first? Why didn’t they help their supposed teammates in the escape effort? Why haven’t they already crushed the fangame studios with the immense power of the League of Assassins? Why have you got me questioning things other than Two-Face’s wife?!

“Looks like I was the first one out of this hellhole, now where is my prize?” the Riddler inquired.

“It seems that the so-called “smartest man in Arkham” wasn’t able to outwit his opponent and claim the prize…” was all Ra’s al Ghul commented, surprising the genius.

“B-But how?!” the Riddler stuttered, as he felt a familiar vine slither across his feet.

“Oh…don’t feel to bad. You did the best that you could, for a meat-sack at least.” Poison Ivy chuckled, as her vines tended to her whims.

This competition seems a little unfair when you consider that several of these villains have no special traits whatsoever, yet are up against calculating crime lords, super strong humans, and a lady who has total control over plant life.

“D-Do I get a consolation prize at least…?” the Riddler inquired.

“Nope. Professor Hugo Strange came her a few seconds after Ivy… as you can see, he’s playing with his new toy.” Talia al Ghul replied, as the bespectacled man spotted Strange polishing a Gold-Plated Uzi with a spare cloth.

“What a fine toy for me to hunt the Bat with.” Professor Strange eyed his new gun in awe.

Well a gold-plated gun is nice for a consolation prize, but we don’t even know what the main prize was. For all we know, it could be a mouldy old fortune cookie.

“Now all we need to do is—” he began, but was soon interrupted by the sound of a boat speeding towards the docks, knocking several police boats away. Once the boat stopped, a small but familiar young girl hopped off the boat and made her way to the gang of super villains.

“Welcome, welcome! I thank you all for coming to meet me at such a time. I know you’re all busy escaping this place and beginning your next crime spree, but I wanna let you know that your service is greatly appreciated.” Tressa greeted all the super villains.

I like how she’s talking to these highly dangerous criminals as if they were her old high school friends.

“Is that the legendary Tressa I’ve heard about? The person who has the strength of ten Batmans?” Clayface asked the group, who began muttering amongst one another until the asylum spotlights shone upon them as a massive swarm of asylum guards aimed their weapons at the villains.

“You’re all under arrest for attempted escape of the asylum. Surrender now or get gunned down!” The leader of the group demanded.

“What’s the matter Boles, was I not funny enough for you?” the Joker inquired, mocking the security guard.

Huh? Who’s this dude? Give me a moment…

Apparently, he was some corrupt guard who assisted Harley and Joker in taking over the asylum during Arkham Asylum, but quickly outlived his usefulness.


“You fell right into my trap; I only let you bozos run free so I can recapture you and become the warden as a reward for my effort.” Boles chuckled evilly. “Oh, and this is a surprising turn of events, imagine the reward I’ll get for bagging the little girl.”

“Pffft, like you and your legion of weaklings is a match for me.” Tressa boasted. “I can take you all on by myself.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! If that’s how you wanna play, then I’m happy to indulge you!” Boles sneered, as several guards made their way towards her.

“Allow me to show you why my name sends shivers down the spine of hardened criminals.” Tressa smirked, gesturing for the super villains to watch her performance.

And I thought ego-stroking showdowns were reserved for the main protagonists. Guess I learnt something new today.

The guards proceeded to charge at her, as she whipped out several freeze bombs and threw them at the guards, immobilizing them as she started picking them off easily with her elegantly-crafted sword, sending bits of flesh and bone everywhere. This angered Boles, as he ordered some more guards to fire at her, only for Tressa to dodge the incoming bulletstorm and threw a few shurikens at the enemies, slashing their throats and causing them to drown in their own blood.

“Oh man, this girl’s crazy! How can we—w-where’d she go?!” A guard exclaimed in fear, as she had disappeared from their line of sight.

“Well what are you waiting for, find her already!” Boles demanded, as the guards nodded and began searching for their troublesome foe. However they were having no luck in their search, despite looking all over the place. The silence was soon interrupted by a blood-curdling scream, as Tressa lunged from her hiding spot and slaughtered the nearby guards. The survivors attempted to gun her down, but their fear caused them to miss their mark, enabling the young girl to cut them all down with ease, leaving Boles on his own.

Look I’m not all that familiar with Octopath Traveller, but if Tressa is as powerful in that game as she is here, then I expect it to be an utter cakewalk.

“S-Stay back! Y-You don’t have to do this!” He begged for mercy, raising his hands in defeat.

“You’re right, I don’t have to do it. But I want to.” Tressa smirked, as she punched his gut and effortlessly broke his neck, killing the treacherous guard. She started to walk over to the villains, who were impressed with her battle prowess, when she was soon interrupted by Batman arriving at the scene.

Evidently Batman’s superpower is appearing right out of nowhere when the plot demanded him to.

“You aren’t leaving this asylum, turn back to your cells, now!” Batman demanded, glaring at the super villains before turning his gaze to Tressa. “You on the other hand, will turn yourself in, this instant!”

“Pffft, like I’ll take orders from a talking rodent!” Tressa retorted coolly, as Batman narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’m warning you; I’m not afraid to use physical force if I have to.” Batman barked at her, with Tressa cracking her knuckles in response.

“And I’m not afraid to take you on; come at me.” Tressa beckoned, taunting the older man with a hand gesture.

Place your bets folk, who will win this climactic showdown? The Caper Crusader, or the Merchant Queen?

The caped crusader roared to psyche himself up and charged at her, with Tressa dodging the attack and tripping him over and delivered a few punches to Batman’s back. The older man managed to roll out of the way and deliver a twin kick to her, knocking her back a few feet, though she was able to recover quickly and deliver a swift kick to his jaw, cracking it effortlessly. “Is that the best you can do?” The young girl taunted.

Anger coursed through Batman’s body, as he charged at her once more, attempting to knock her down, only for the small girl to nimbly dodge the attack and tripped him once more, as she started pummelling his chest with a barrage of powerful punches, shattering several of his ribs. The weakened Batman pushed her away and managed to get up, as he attempted to charge at her once more, only for Tressa to whip out a revolver and fire it twice, shattering both kneecaps as the beefy man roared in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Really, is this the best you could do with the Dark Knight? Because he acted no differently from any random thug the Joker employs.

The villains were awestruck at how easily their nemesis fell to Tressa, leading them to believe that siding with her was the right thing to do. Tressa waltzed over to Batman and hoisted him to his knees, holding the revolver to his temple as several police cars arrived at the scene, officers pouring out of them as they aimed their pistols at the young girl.

“Tressa Colzione, you are under arrest for assisting dangerous criminals, acts of terrorism and many more charges. Surrender now or face the consequences.” One of the officers called out, as Tressa laughed at him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the oh-so-mighty Commissioner Gordon; I’m surprised, you managed to amass the courage to come face me.” Tressa chuckled darkly, pressing the revolver barrel against Batman’s temple. The caped crusader was frightened out of his wits and was tearing up in complete fear, something which has never happened before. Scarecrow was rather impressed with how easily Tressa installed fear into his nemesis.

Oh, come on now Tressa, no need to traumatize the random thug you shot up.

“There’s no need to get violent and start shooting the hostages. This can end peacefully!” Gordon attempted to get her to see reason, but she knocked it back coldly.

“Peacefully? I aim to create a new universe, and the people I’ve recruited will help me attain my dream. Get in my way, and I’ll make you and you family suffer!” Tressa warned the old man, as she glared at Batman momentarily, before turning back to the police officers. “You can have your broken hero, your Batman. Or should I say, Bruce Wayne…” The young girl delivered a powerful punch to Batman’s back, shattering it before she quickly bolted onto the boat and managed to escape with all the supervillains, as the police were flabbergasted upon hearing who the Dark Knight really was. As the boat disappeared into the night, the police had their morale drop to the lowest in a long time; the young girl they just saw did more damage to Batman in 15 minutes, than his entire rogues gallery did in their entire lifetime.

Bullshit, fucking bullshit! I don’t get angry at fanfics as much as I used to, but this is flat out insulting. You just shat all over the Batman franchise by not only turning the man himself into a complete joke, but having all his most recognisable villains turned into utter imbeciles, but virtue of having their efforts rendered pointless by Tressa randomly showing up and shooting Batman before revealing his secret identity to the world. How she even knows this is unknown, but I bet the author endowed it onto her, because he’s crushing on her far more than he is with SERRA, and that’s saying something. Fuck you and the Tressa-obsessed horse you rode on!

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The villains were all seated around a large table that had a holographic generator in the middle, wondering why they had been recruited in the first place. Professor Strange was greatly satisfied that Batman was exposed as the false hero that he was, while the Riddler was mentally kicking himself for not realising his identity earlier.

“Thank you all for coming, I bet you’re all wondering why I rescued you tonight. Putting it simply, I need your services, and I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your efforts.” Tressa began.

“Define handsomely for me, I’m not just some cheap crook you can find prowling the streets.” Deathstroke inquired, as Tressa turned on the holographic generator on the table, as it showed what looked like a briefcase full of storage devices.

“This is a suitcase filled with the original copies of the fangames that the Divine Powers has been trying to destroy. If I can get my hands on them, I can create my own version after the flawed version has been removed from stores. We believe they’re located at the main headquarters of Starlight Studios, but we have no idea where it is. As this is an important mission, I am willing to pay $100 million to whoever can deliver the suitcase to me, undamaged.” Tressa explained, with Big Smoke showing off the suitcases full of money, as the villains started murmuring amongst each other.

This doesn’t make a lick of sense; for what reason would Starlight Studios cut content from the newer versions of the games, yet keep the inferior, outdated versions locked up? I’d question why Tressa wants to create her own fangames, considering that she’s part of an anti-fangame cult, but a later chapter has what could possibly be the most nonsensical asspull of this fic.

“$100 million for some video games? This is the easiest paycheck I’ve ever seen!” the Penguin chuckled heartily, thinking about what he’s gonna buy with the money.

“However, they must be the original copies in the hard-drives, and not a store-bought copy ported onto them. The originals have lots of content that isn’t present in the retail copies; I should know, I worked on these games before I got fired.” Tressa continued, having ironed out a possible exploit. “So, don’t think you can try and cheat me, or you’ll end up like the Bat!”

“Are alliances allowed in this little game of yours?” Two-Face inquired, holding onto his “wife” tightly.

“Alliances are allowed, but you’ll have to split the money up if that is the case.” Tressa answered. “Just try not to get too violent, I just got the carpet cleaned up back at the temple. As a matter of fact, why don’t I take you there? I’ve got a prisoner I need to interrogate.”

The villains began starting at each other, suspicions forming in their mind as to who can and cannot be trusted. One thing’s for sure; this’ll be their most interesting crime spree in a long time.

If by interesting, you mean ‘have the villains mindlessly spout soapboxy opinions while playing card games’, then yes you’re right.

Holy fuck, this chapter really was something else. On top of desecrating all that is Batman, it proved to be an exercise in sheer boredom, on account of the repetitive nature of this chapter. And it seems that things won’t be looking up, as we’re promised a lemon in the upcoming chapter; I pity whatever fangame character has to go through that embarrassment.

One more thing, despite this being a Batman-oriented chapter, I can’t say I’m all that thrilled with the villain list. Yes, we do get some of his most famous/powerful villains, but I do wish we got some of the more legendary villains he’s come up against. I mean for fuck’s sake, where’s Boss Biggis?!


Done and done! What a chapter I wrote; especially with how masterfully I incorporated Batman’s rogues gallery into it. I know some people might get upset over how easily Batman was defeated, but I wanted to express just how powerful Tressa is. Anyway, the next chapter will feature another showdown against the MS Waifu Army, and even a lemon to spice things up, so you know it’s gonna be good. Catch you later, everyone!

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Yasuke Matsuda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (P.O.W)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
Jesus man what is up with you and all of those waifus! Are you secretly the "Ultimate Pimp"?
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Mon Apr 29, 2019 8:15 am

Well we’re back from quite a chapter; we saw Batman get tossed aside like a piece of trash, we saw Two-Face turn into a pillow-hugging otaku, and we saw Arkham Asylum shit itself, again. Things won’t get better anytime soon, since we’re gonna have to go through another lemon, so let’s just get it over and done with, I don’t want the pain to linger.

Welcome back to a most special chapter; yes, it’s number 30 and I never expected to get this far. Thank you all for your support and your readership; I’ll make this chapter extra special for you all as a token of my thanks. It’s gonna be action-packed, and one hell of a ride. As for the lemon, well it’s a secret as to who Roland will be mating with in the VR Simulator, but you’ll have to read on if you want to find out for yourself.

If there’s one thing I have to say in the author’s defense, is that he seems genuinely happy to write this thing. It’s a nice change of pace from the authors who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about their stories.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Warning: There will be a lemon in this chapter

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 29: Revenge of the Waifus!

Tsukiji Kongangi: Interior Docks

The air was thick with silence, as the boat arrived at the docks, and Tressa helped guide the new comers off the boat alongside Big Smoke, as the other lieutenants had mixed reactions to what they’re seeing. Some of them were more than eager to greet the super villains, while others were weary about getting shanked in the back while they’re asleep.

No need to worry about these clowns, they’ve been nerfed to the ground.

“Welcome back my lady, I take it the trip was a success?” Primrose inquired, checked a list she had in her hand regarding the status of today’s tasks.

“Yep, everything went better than expected. Of course, Batman tried to ruin my day, but I ended up ruining his.” Tressa smiled sweetly. “Anyway, what’s the situation regarding the hostage?”

“We found him skulking around the area; intel suggest that he hails from the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado.” Primrose reported. “Shall we begin the interrogation?”

Funny, I must’ve missed the chapter in Octopath Traveler where the gang interrogates someone using Jack Bauer-style techniques.

“Yes, I wanna find out what those hoity-toity samurai are planning, and this idiot is our ticket to the truth.” Tressa ordered, as Primrose got her radio transceiver and ordered that the prisoner get escorted to the room this instant. A minute later, both Olberic and H’aanit escorted the prisoner to the room, tying him onto the chair and removing the bag over his head.

“Hmph…you Unclean Ones need to learn on how to treat your superiors.” Navarre snorted in an attempt to look brave, eying up Tressa as she gestured at the new comers to study her interrogation techniques.

Oh, hi Navarre, here to harass more smol girls?

“Silence whelp!” Tressa barked at the older man, slapping him harshly. “You will tell us everything you know about Merkabah’s next plan, and you will do so now!”

“I-I-I-I-I don’t k-k-know anything!!” Navarre started panicking, now frightened out of his wits mind. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell some filthy vermin like you.”

“I see we’re gonna have to do this the hard way…” Tressa sighed in annoyance, gesturing for Big Smoke to loan her his lit cigar. Tressa got Olberic to force Navarre’s left eye open and she carefully waltzed over to the prisoner, the super villains watching her every step with bated breath. The young merchant pressed the lit end of the cigar against Navarre’s bare eyeball, causing the man to let out an inhumane scream of pain as the repugnant scent of sizzling eye flesh slowly filled the room in a wretched odor.

“Woah, that’s definitely going in my book.” Black Mask commented in awe, taking out a small notebook and jotting a few lines down.

Piss off! You already used that particular torture back in Arkham Origins; stop having your Villain Sue impress the supervillains with shit they already practice. What’s next, is she going to give Mr. Freeze her book of ice-related puns?!

Tressa pulled the cigar away and handed it back to Big Smoke, as Navarre closed his wounded eye in a futile attempt to protect it; everyone knew that it was permanently damaged.

“You see what happens when you annoy me, that happens.” Tressa bluntly told the weeping samurai, who had soiled himself at this point. “Now unless you want me to do the same to your other eye, I suggest you start talking, now.”

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don’t, know anything, I swear!” Navarre insisted. “P-P-Please have mercy on me! I-I’m just a humble baker. Yeah, that’s it.”

“For a baker, you sure love dressing up like a samurai.” Big Smoke retorted, eyeing up the cowardly ponce with contempt. “Shall I loan you my cigar again?”

“No, I’ve got a better idea.” Tressa knocked back the offer, gesturing for H’aanit to hoist Navarre’s right leg in the air, as Olberic readied his Warhammer and raised in into the air. He swung it down cleanly, shattering the kneecap into lots of little pieces, as the prisoner let out another blood-curdling bellow as blood oozed profusely out of the massive wound.

Seems that the author wanted to crank the edge-dial up a bit, because there’s no other purpose for this torture scene, asides from last-minute bashing.

“Last. Chance. What do you now?!” Tressa demanded, eying up the wounded prisoner. She was sick and tired of this pointless charade and hoped to get something out of this buffoon.

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell you what I know; Merkabah’s planning on having the Crusaders lead an assault on Tsukiji Kongangi sometime next month. My brother’s the head of the Crusaders; he was blessed with a powerful deck that managed to defeat Flamvell Dilly. That’s all I know, I swear!” Navarre blabbed, as Tressa took in the information she had just heard.

A deck that, need I remind you, he utilized so poorly that he resorted to cheating.

“Thank you, was that so hard?” She asked, leaning in towards him, before turning to Big Smoke. “Take this waste of carbon and put a bullet in his brain.”

“W-Wait! I-I told you what you wanted; p-please let me live!” Navarre pleaded for mercy as Big Smoke untied him and held an iron-tight grip on the back of his collar.

“Sorry, can’t run the risk of you flapping your gums to our enemies about our plans. As the old saying goes, you’ve outlived your usefulness.” Tressa smiled sweetly, with Big Smoke dragging the screaming samurai away. The young girl then turned to the supervillains, who were all impressed with her interrogation techniques. “Now then, I take it you know what to do.”

“We do; however, you’ll have to wait around a week or so, Two-Face is planning his wedding and he wants it to go perfectly as planned.” Shiva informed her new boss.

Ah yes, I forgot that he was getting married to his daki—HAHAHAHAHAHA! What on earth did the author smoke to think that was a good idea?!

“Alright then, you’ll get your week. Hopefully you’ve thought up of a strategy by the time the honeymoon is over.” Tressa winked at them, as the supervillains took their leave to get the wedding preparations ready.

MS Loyalist Army outpost: Sapporo

Astolfo and his group were ordered to meet up with another one of Nikita’s Special Operations squads upon waking up this morning. As the matter was rather urgent, they would be brief about the details inquiring the meeting when they arrive there. Upon arriving at the base, they were surprised to four people casually sitting down at a small table in the room by the lobby, leading the group to believe that these were the people they’ll be working with for this mission.

“Ah, you must be the people that Perche worked with during the Osaka Defense Maneuver.” A rugged yet handsome man commented, his outfit consisting of a pair of cargo shorts and a white t-shirt with a sand-coloured jacket over it. “The name’s Marco, and the lovely people beside me are my crew; Tarma, Eri and Fio.”

I’m not surprised that the original amigos of Metal Slug would side with the Loyalists. What did surprise me was that it took 30 chapters to introduce these goobers, considering how vital the Loyalists are to the plot.

“It’s an honor to meet esteemed war heroes such as yourself.” Micaiah bowed respectfully, with the others following suit.

“Well I don’t know about the war hero part, but I’ll take the compliment anyway.” Tarma chuckled, resting his hands behind his head. “To this day I still can’t believe General Morden will willingly join forces with us to defeat the waifu army.”

He may be a megalomaniacal military dictator, but at least he hates crappy gacha games filled to the brim with oversexualised women.

“It was quite the surprise; my first thoughts were that it was a carefully orchestrated trap that he planned. But when I learnt about the damage the waifu army had caused, the dark nature of how they generated their profits, and the deal they made with this Divine Powers, I realised the magnitude of the situation.” Eri stated. “To think that Amber would do such unspeakable things behind our back…”

“Wait, that scoundrel worked alongside you?” Roland pressed the commandos, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, Amber was one of our best agents. She didn’t crack under pressure and foiled several of Morden’s twisted schemes. Though she was a lone wolf most of the time, she was never openly hostile to her allies.” Fio recalled fond memories of her former teammate, before sighing sadly to herself. “Then that blasted survey came around and the cracks started to show. Amber saw the potential profits in maximising on the waifus in Metal Slug Attack and began concocting a scheme alongside Alma and Elysion to generate more profit at the cost of quality. They began churning out cheap knock-offs that added nothing to the MS lore, while excluding the war machines that won the hearts of our fans. Several of our comrades from all sides protested this shift in direction and were murdered for getting in their way.”

Only for another survey to come around, causing SNK to add more male/war machine units in the game since the playerbase wanted more of those. What I find odd about this whole MSA civil war crap is that whole lore argument the “loyalist” side proclaim. Exactly how are they able to determine which characters contribute to the lore, and which ones don’t. This coupled with the general attitude from both sides leaves me to believe that ‘lore = amount of skin showing.’

“No need to worry miss, I shall punish them for their crimes!” Roland boldly declared, standing on his chair and striking a dramatic pose.

“Hahaha, this kid’s got style!” Tarma flashed a toothy grin.

“We appreciate the enthusiasm, though I wonder why you’re so pumped up about defeating them.” Eri replied, a look of genuine curiosity on her battle-hardened face.

“Bottomline, those assholes tried to ruin Roland’s private date with Serra a while ago. Right before the Osaka Defense Maneuver, which helped him blow some steam.” Blair answered.

Oh right, I forgot all about that. Look Roland, I’m pretty sure Serra’s over that by now, so there’s no need to cling onto it like a desperate virgin looking to get laid.

“Which reminds me, what’s our mission today?”

“HMT has escaped the maximum penitentiary that she was imprisoned in and has formed a quick battalion to cause chaos in the city. Your objective it to put a stop to her, be it via capturing her, or neutralising her.” Marco informed them, placing several documents on the table for them to read.

“Any military hardware we should watch out for?” Sothe inquired.

“Negative. The waifu army doesn’t have any military hardware to look out for, which puts the odds in our favour.” Fio answered, a bright smile on her face. “They put all their eggs in their waifu basket, not realising it makes them sitting ducks to our strategies.”

Yet these waifus are able to destroy armour-plated tanks with nothing but a pair of pistols, and a katana. Don’t look at me like that; that’s how balancing works in the game.

“Well I guess that’s karma for their ignorance.” Boudica chuckled lightly. “At the very least I get to use my sword; I’m not one for slinging a massive rifle around everywhere.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” Tarma replied. “I’m more of a shotgun guy myself, but everyone has their preferred weapons. That aside, will HMT be getting outside support?”

“I highly doubt that; they’ve failed the Divine Powers one too many times and are considered to have been abandoned.” Micaiah answered. “I’m sure they’ll wrestle up some more lieutenants to replace them within a week or so.”

Funny you say that, considering that as of Chapter 41, the Waifu Army are still allied with the Divine Powers. Must be a delayed abandonment or something.

“That reminds me, you never told us what the Divine Powers are.” Marco interjected.

“Our apologies.” Astolfo replied, as he cleared his throat to begin his summary. “The Divine Powers are a group of all-powerful deities that hate fangames, so they rallied together under the leadership of Krishna and began attacking innocent civilians. Their goal is to create a new universe by feeding people to that giant snake of theirs.”

You mean to tell me that Nikita, their superior, never told them just who the Divine Powers were, forcing us to sit through ANOTHER hamfisted explanation courtesy of Astolfo? Fuck off, Junpei!

“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that during that speech of theirs. Kinda wild when you think about it.” Fio replied.

“Wild as it may be, it’ll be bad news if they go through with their goal.” Micaiah chimed in. “Which is why we’re fighting them to begin with; sure this universe isn’t perfect, but it’ll be a lot better than whatever ideal universe they plan on making.”

“Agreed, but we can’t dilly-dally here. We’ve got some criminals to apprehend!” Marco boldly declared, referring to the MS waifu agents. “Come on then, we’ve got some preparations to do.”

Sapporo: A few hours later

The heroes were scouting out an area of the city where HMT and her army were reported to be skulking. A quick scan of the area proved fruitful, as they saw dozens of nerdlings scour the streets for dropped change in a desperate attempt to buy the next waifu.

I’m sure that picking up loose change is a far more efficient use of your time than, you know, getting a job.

“Look at them, acting like a pack of vultures for mere pocket change. It’s kinda pitiful to watch.” Astolfo whispered, watching the enemy.

“Once we defeat those awful waifus, there won’t be anymore victims of their vicious moneygrubbing schemes.” Chevalier commented, his voice filled with determination.

“Alright then, when I count to three, we ambush them.” Marco whispered his orders to the group. “One, two, three!”

The heroes lunged out of the building they were hiding in, startling the nearby nerdlings. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Loyalist army, I’m surprised you fossils haven’t died of old age.” A nerdling sneered at them.

An accurate depiction of the arguments between both sides of the MSA controversy.

“Cut the crap! We’re here to stop whatever twisted plan HMT has in store.” Sothe declared, pointing his dagger at the hostiles. “And once she’s dealt with, the rest of your leaders are next.”

“GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You really think that you can defeat us, the true Metal Slug fans?!” Another nerdling chortled at them, as he eyed up the women in the group. “Heheheheh, can’t wait to add your women to my waifu collection…”

I don’t think you can pull Micaiah from the Unit Crank. Trust me, I tried.

“Sorry, not interested.” Boudica quipped, unsheathing her sword and pointed it at the creepy thugs. “We can do this one of two ways; you lot can go home and never bother us again, or I will paint the streets with your blood. Either option is fine with me.”

It was then that the head nerdling started laughing as he made his way up to the heroes. “Ah yes, that’s what were looking for. Strong waifus that look smoking hot; you’ll be a most excellent addition to my collection. And if you disagree, well then we’ll create a knock-off of you that’s a lot more complicit.” He sneered, his dirty teeth on full display.

They’re not wrong about SNK creating a knock-off, that’s for sure.

“Ok first of all, have you ever seen a toothbrush in your life? And secondly, we will not let you get away with whatever twisted scheme you’re planning!” Astolfo declared, scaring the nerdlings into unholstering their weapons. “Well looks like we know how it’s going to go down today; good thing too, I need the exercise.”

The nerdlings let out a nasally battle cry as they charged at the heroes, who weren’t fazed at all by the pitiful display of strength.

Why must every enemy mob go for the poorly planned out bumrush, leaving them vulnerable to anyone with a functioning brain?

Marco and his allies quickly hid behind cover and fired their pistols at the nerds, scoring a few kills rather easily. Meanwhile, Micaiah had charged up her tome and fired a ball of light at the nerds, obliterating several of them in an instant, with Sothe throwing a few throwing knives at the stragglers to finish them off. This had angered the nerdlings as they realized that they weren’t so strong after all.

“Grrr! We’ll teach you to mess with us. Charge!” the head nerdlings declared, as the enemy quickly regrouped and made a beeline towards the heroes once more. Fio had gotten her rocket launcher out and fired it at the enemy, blowing several nerds up as bits of flesh and bone flew through the air and landed allover the area. The nerdlings made a mad dash for Astolfo and Chevalier, who drew their swords and began smiting the nerdlings with ease. Soon enough, Boudica chipped in to even the odds and slew her fair share of nerdlings, who had refused to consider any other strategy than charging at the enemy.

At least we know where that Batman wannabe from the previous chapter got his fighting skills from.

Meanwhile, Eri had finished charging up her laser rifle and took aim at the hostile nerds, as she fired a hot beam of energy at them, causing the nerds to scream in agony as they were soon turned to ashes. The few remaining nerdlings crowded together and attempted one last charge at the enemy, hoping to break their defense once and for all. However their efforts were rendered null as Marco had brought out his machine gun and mowed them down into a fine paste of nerd meat.

“Ha! How’d ya like that?!” Tarma taunted the fallen nerds, as the ground began to quake under their feet. The group of heroes turned around and saw HMT storm onto the scene as she was riding on a very large tank, glaring evilly at them.

Well which one? There’s dozens of them from various installments of the Metal Slug franchise, and I don’t have the time to play guessing games with you.

“I should’ve known you soy-infused assholes would try and stop me.” HMT hissed angrily at them. “How dare you defeat my disposable army of nerdlings.”

“And why do you care? You just said yourself that they’re disposable, so by my logic, you should be thanking us, not that we want any thanks from a despicable cretin like you.” Blair retorted boldly.

“Hah! You think I’m scared of a shrimp like you; you’re shorter than that midget I just ran over.” HMT sneered evilly.

Fuck me, that was actually funny. Much better than those grade-school insults you used back in Chapter 20.

“That said, how’d you like my tank? I had a hunch you soy-addicts would start slobbering over my tank, and it seems I was right on the money.”

“Sorry, but I’ll pass on that offer. As a top mechanic I can tell by just looking at it that your tank is unstable. Not only is the armor plating crooked and inconsistent, but the treads aren’t even the same brand and size. Then again, it’s not like I expected my from a militaristic group that loathes the idea of using military hardware.” Tarma retorted, as a look of anger appeared on HMT’s face.

“Grrrrrrr, I’ll end you, Children of the Soy!” HMT screeched, hopping into her tanks and started revving the engine.

While I do find the whole ‘soy’ insult to be overused in this day and age, I love that variation she just used, if only for how hilarious it is. Fuck me, this author's on a roll when it comes to this chapter’s comedy. A vast improvement over that edgefest earlier on.

A few minutes later, the tank slowly barreled towards the heroes, who all dodged the incoming vehicle easily, as it soon broke down in the middle of the street. Marco and his allies took this opportunity to fire at the tank with everything they had, as it soon caught on fire, with HMT barely managing to crawl out of it before it exploded. She then attempted to run for it, only for Roland to snatch a pistol one of the nerdlings had, and fired a few rounds into her back, causing HMT to gasp in pain before collapsing onto the ground.

How anti-climactic…

The victorious heroes walked up to the dying woman, who glared at them viciously. “Gah! I-Is this revenge for making fun of your girlfriend?!” She hissed at Roland.

“Well you could say that.” Roland smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “But it’s also punishment for all the sins you’ve committed. Brainwashing kids, ripping off unsuspecting players, plagiarizing off of other peoples work, you lot will get what’s coming to you sooner or later.”

“Graaahhhhhh…Grrraaaaaahhhh…GRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” HMT screeched in a raw fury, before she lost her grip on this world and died.

I would too if I had just turned into a howler monkey upon getting shot in the back.

“Well that’s one of the Waifu Leaders taken care of. Mission accomplished everyone!” Marco exclaimed, as he proceeded to report the success to Nikita.

“As much as we want to chat with you a little longer, we’ve got some important business back at base.” Astolfo informed the commandos, as his PDA received a message.

“That’s perfectly understandable; wouldn’t want to keep you from your duties.” Eri replied. “It was nice meeting you all today, we’ll see you whenever our bosses are planning another strategy to take out our foes.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you as well. See you all next time!” Chevalier farewelled the commandos, as both parties went their separate ways.

Well this battle was a whole load of nothing. All it amounted to was a shitty shooting gallery topped off with a malfunctioning tank. But we all know why the author rushed this part of the fic…

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: 11:00

It was late at night by the time Astolfo and his group had returned home from their mission in Sapporo, as they all split up to do their separate thing. Roland decided to take a nap on the couch, and was about to doze off when someone playfully poked the back of his head, jolting the man out of his slumber.

“Hiya, Roly!” Julia smiled at him, as the young man turned around to face her. “Heard your mission today went off with a bang!”

“Yeah, Marco and his crew blew up a tank. It was quite…exhilarating.” Roland replied.

“I see you’re a man of culture as well, which officially makes us boom-buddies!” Julia cheered, jumping on the spot. “Which reminds me, you’ve got more practice to do tonight.”

Yeah, practice. As if I needed any more proof that this is just the author fucking one of his pillows.

“Alright then.” Roland said, hopping off the couch and following Julia into her little office, where the Virtual Reality Simulator was set up. “So, err, who will I be practicing on this time?”

“While I was setting up for tonight and was drinking my inspirational coffee, I had a brilliant idea. Since you’re trying to impress Serra, and she’s a mother, I figured it’ll be best if you tried practicing on a mother tonight!” Julia chimed, clicking away on her keyboard.

“Interesting.” Roland commented, as he undressed himself and laid back on the chair. “So I take it that I’ll be practicing on Ame tonight?”

“Nope, the simulation for tonight will feature Ms. Rosetta. You remember her, right?” Julia inquired.

O-Oh. Not who I was expecting to get piped tonight, but as long as it isn’t Scarlett, I can live with it.

“Yeah, isn’t she Richard’s mom? I have to say, she’s quite the cutie.” Roland replied, inserting his member into the plastic joystick.

“Indeed, which is why I’m expecting you to bring your A-game tonight!” Julia smiled, as she placed the goggles over Roland’s face and booted up the simulation.

Since this is a Virtual Reality Simulation, this next scene will be read from Roland’s perspective. I hope you enjoy what’s coming up; remember if you don’t like it, you’re free to skip it.

I had gone backstage to pay Rosetta a visit, in order to congratulate her on another amazing performance. Since the both of us were very good friends, she had given me a backstage pass to use on the night, a rather prestigious honor if I say so myself.

On top of more self-insertion bullshit, nothing says shameless like using the ‘backstage idol fuckfest’ cliché.

I knocked on the door to her dressing room and waited for a response. A voice called out from behind the door, inviting me to enter, which I did. As I closed the door behind me, I caught Rosetta tiding up her luscious hair, as she soon turned around to greet me.

“Oh hi, Roland. It’s nice of you to come check up on me.” Rosetta smiled at me as I took a seat on her couch.

“Hey Rosetta, that was another spectacular performance tonight. The way you took total command of that stage was a sight to behold!” I complimented her performance.

“Thanks, contrary to what some people believe, being an idol is pretty hard work.” Rosetta replied.

I hear you; the shit I hear about what Japanese idols go through is insane.

“So how have things been going with your friends?”

“Yeah, they’re doing just fine. Especially since they keep sweeping me with their powerful decks. Don’t worry, I’ll get them eventually.” I answered, with Rosetta chuckling lightly in response. “So how has Richard been doing these days?”

“He’s doing brilliantly these days. I can’t help but be proud of him for growing up into a fine young man, especially without a father figure…” Rosetta trailed off, before sighing sadly upon recalling the death of her husband, which happened a week before she gave birth to Richard.

How convenient that the object of the author’s lust is available to him, without a husband to worry about.

I decided to do the right thing and comfort her, gently petting her shoulder.

“My condolences, I’m sure he would be proud of his son were he around.” I offered my condolences. “I’m more than happy to lend a hand whenever you of Richard needs it.”

“Thanks, you’ve always been a positive role model for my son.” Rosetta replied, resting her head on my shoulder briefly. “I’d love to stay and chat for longer, but I need some time to myself, so I can relax.”

I was about to obey her request, and get up to leave, when an idea just formed in my mind. “Hey, Rosetta, I’ve got the perfect way to help you relax.”

“With my dick!”

“You do? Tell me more.” She requested, as I leant in towards her ear and whispered into it, as a fierce blush appeared on her face. “O-Oh my, that wasn’t what I expected.”

“You’re free to knock back the offer if you don’t want to do it, I’ll come up with other ways to help you relax.” I replied.

“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m more than happy to spend some time with you. It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve had some intimate time with a man.” Rosetta answered, as she leant in towards my ear and whispered the next part. “Besides, I’ve always found you to be quite handsome.”

“Hahaha, if anything, I should be saying that you’re the beautiful on in this room.” I chuckled lightly. “So, are you ready for tonight? I’ll promise to be gentle.”

“Oh I’m more than ready.” Rosetta winked at me, as she escorted me to her bedroom adjacent to her dressing room and opened the door.

And to think I expected them to fuck on stage, for the whole world to see. You had a golden opportunity Junpei, and you pissed it away.

Upon closing the door, she dragged me onto the bed, where we began kissing each other passionately, our arms wrapped around each other as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I was pleasantly surprised at how much of a good kisser Rosetta was, as her tongue effortlessly dominated mine. And it appeared that she was pleasantly surprised by my kissing skills as well, as she kept gazing at me with a look of lust in her eyes. Eventually we decided to break it off so we can show each other what we’ve got.

Rosetta had finished taking off her luxurious dress and casually placed it over a nearby chair, leaving her in nothing but her pink lace bra, and her pink lace panties. She had an amazing figure, which consisted of a slender torso, a pair of supple breasts that were the perfect size for her body frame, and her lovely legs that suited her plump backside.

I may have said this before to Aya, but you’re lookin’ mighty fine, Rosetta.

Rosetta giggled slightly as she saw my growing boner hidden underneath my boxers, knowing that she was going to be in for a really good time tonight.

I wrapped my arms around her and began kissing her passionately once more, falling back gently on her bed so that she was on top of me. My hands began rubbing her back as I moved them up and down her slender back, as I occasionally squeezed her backside gently, eliciting a lustful giggle from the grand idol.

“Oh my, you’re rather frisky tonight, aren’t you?” Rosetta inquired with a bemused smile.

“I guess you could say that.” I replied, as I lowered my head and began kissing her tender neck, eliciting a moan from the older woman. I then started to slowly lick her neck with my smooth, slimy tongue, before I began kissing on her now moist skin, my hands moving on their own as they unclipped her bra and allowed our chests to rub up against one another. I then lowered my head once more and began to gently suckle on her right nipple, as my right hand began caressing her supple breast, causing Rosetta to moan in pleasure.

While you’re moaning in pleasure, I’d like to remind you that I’m bored out of my mind. Seriously, can’t either of you spice things up with a little BDSM?

“R-Roland!” she gasped, as my free hand began rubbing her tender belly. “P-Please don’t stop!” she begged, and I was more than happy to indulge her desires. My hand proceeded to go down lower, until it had reached her sweet pussy, as I massaged it tenderly with my smooth fingers.

“You want me to go a little faster? Harder?” I inquired.

“N-No, you’re d-doing perfectly so far.” Rosetta managed to get out, as she moaned cutely as a result of my tender rubbing. I did however opt to swap my hands over so that I was suckling and caressing her left breast, while my right hand was rubbing the inside of her moist snatch. Rosetta giggled cutely as my fingers freely explored her soaking wet insides, tenderly rubbing her insides slowly.

Guess what the magic word for this lemon is; you’ve got three chances.

“Oh my, you really like this, don’t you?” I inquired huskily, wrapping her into a hug as I continued to suckle and finger my lover. Slowly but surely, I began to increase the pace of my fingering, which fired up her motor bigtime. Rosetta leant in towards my neck and began kissing it tenderly, wrapping her arms around me as she began stroking my smooth, silky hair. A few minutes later, Rosetta yelped in pleasure as she buried her face into my chest, her scented fragrance coating my fingers as she came hard.

“My goodness…that was phenomenal. Perhaps I should return the favor…” Rosetta purred into my ear, gesturing me to lay down on the bed as she lowered my boxers, and was surprised to see how big my member was. “What a charming little fellow you have here. I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to a limited-time performance from yours truly.”

She then began to slowly stroke my throbbing cock, the heat from her hand sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Most, if not all her fans would kill to be in my spot right now, but that was a topic for another time.

No need to hold back, I wanna know the intricacies of her horny fanbase.

I was at a loss as to how she was able to stroke my meaty pickle with such expertise and grace, her smooth hand gliding up and down my pulsating shaft effortlessly. Rosetta then proceeded to use her free hand to gently cup my balls, her tender fingers tickling them ruthlessly, as I giggled in response to the sensual assault.

“Yes…” I hissed in pleasure through gritted teeth, gripping the sides of the bed tightly. “That’s the stuff!”

“Well if you liked that, then I’m sure you’ll like this next part.” Rosetta smiled at me, lowering her head and started licking my cockhead, as I gasped rather sharply in response. Her tender tongue had a mind of its own, sliding up and down my cock in perfect unison with her hand. If there was a way to describe heaven, I’m sure I was there right now. Rosetta soon moved on from just licking my cock, and began sucking on it slowly and methodically, her hand and tongue stimulating me even further.

“Ah! So good!” I cried out in pleasure, my body in a harmonic ecstasy over the gratification I was receiving from my lover. My moistened cock was loving its new home, as it was tenderly brushing up against Rosetta’s talented tongue. Yet despite the amazing feeling that was coursing through my body, I wasn’t ready to cum yet, something which she noticed as well.

I see, you wish to save yourself for the more…fetishy kinks. Well knock yourself out; this is your wet dream after all.

“Hmmmmmm, perhaps I have to try something different to finish you off…” Rosetta pondered, taking my cock out of her mouth as an idea formed in her mind. “I’ve got it!” she chimed, as she wrapped her big breasts around my member and began rubbing them up and down, causing me to moan blissfully as a new, more sophisticated wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

“Oh my…” was all I could say as my little buddy was having the time of its life snuggled up against my lovers breasts. Since the tip of my twizzler was poking out from between her breasts, Rosetta decided to resume her oral gratification and began licking and sucking on my head, sending shivers down my spine once more. ‘This was it!’ I thought to myself, upon realizing that this was the combo I desperately needed so that I could release my sweet love.

You already made me chuckle twice in this fic, no need to make it a third time.

I began running my fingers through her spectacular hair, as I caught the lust-filled look in her eyes and deduced that she was allured by the smell of my intoxicating musk. Eventually, my body was struggling to control its urges as a result of Rosetta’s breastplay/oral gratification, as I tapped her head lightly, indicating that I was on the edge. She had just managed to get my cock out of her mouth, as I moaned loudly and showered her face and breasts with my sweet beef stock. To be brutally honest, the sight of Rosetta’s flawless, beautiful face covered in my cream had awakened a primal lust in me that wanted to fuck her ruthlessly until the cows came home, but the more rational side overcame it and figured that she deserved a nice treat for that amazing experience.

“Allow me to repay the favor…” I purred seductively in her ear, as I laid her down on the bed and lowered her wet panties, as I proceeded to tenderly kiss her tantalizing pussy, eliciting a giggle from the young woman. The scent of her aroma was enticing, as if she had wanted me to orally gratify her most tender area, a request I was more than happy to fulfill. I continued kissing her fleshy flower, my lips brushing up against her aroused clit. Rosetta moaned lightly, however I can tell that she wanted something a little more fulfilling, so I opted to lick her pussy slowly, as to maximize the pleasure she would receive. And based from the surprised yelp she just let out, I know she likes it a whole lot.

The author must be jerking off at the speed of light by now.

“O-Oh my!” She gasped in pleasure, her body thoroughly enjoying the sensual ravishing I was giving her. I was enjoying the taste of her heavenly juices, as they flowed so smoothly onto my begging tongue. My slippery tongue continued probing Rosetta’s insides, as my fingers started to rub her smooth yet tender clit, its moistness indicating her arousal. I decided to pick up the pace a little bit, in an attempt to find her sweet spot and go to town on it. Naturally, she was pleasantly surprised by the change in speed and started petting my head as a token of appreciation.

I continued my oral massage of her tantalizing flower, making sure not to miss a single drop of her juices as I had become addicted to the irresistibly sweet honey she was oozing from her wet snatch. From the way he legs were shivering slightly, I knew that she was reaching her limits, which encouraged me to finish the job. My licking picked up its pace once more, as my tongue had brushed up against her most sensitive area, causing Rosetta to yelp loudly as she came, coating my face in her scented oil.

And since you’re covered in her cum, that must mean that she’s gonna fuck you until the cows come home.

I withdrew my tongue to lap up the sweet juices, as she shifted her body and got on her hands and knees.

“Care to partake in the grand finale with me?” She purred seductively, gently swaying her plump backside. Almost immediately, I got up onto my knees and rubbed the tip of my meat pipe against her moist lips, before sliding it into her begging snatch, causing Rosetta to sigh blissfully as I began thrusting slowly, her tight walls ensnaring my veiny cock. My hands gripped her backside gently, as I gently smacked her to add a little spice to our special night together.

Oh, now you decide to spice it up, in the most banal way possible.

“Oh my, I guess someone’s all fired up.” Rosetta giggled in response to my gently spanking, her lovely body enjoying the sensation of my cock rubbing up against her vaginal walls. My hands slowly shifted from her backside to her hips, enabling me to balance myself as I continued thrusting into her. I leant in towards her and began kissing her cheek tenderly, as she turned her head slightly so that we can kiss each other on the lips. I then decided to pick up the pace, thrusting slightly faster into my lover so I can stimulate her even further. “P-Please, don’t stop now!” She begged me, in a tone that sent shivers of arousal down my spine.

“As you wish…” I purred, continuing to thrust into her silky pussy, my cock snuggling up inside her tight crevice. I then noticed thin trails of precum oozing out of Rosetta’s vagina, a clear sign that she was on the verge of cumming big time. And she wasn’t the only one; I was on the verge as well. I decided to ignore my own needs and focus on making her feel special, so I lowered my pace a bit and focused on rubbing all of her sensitive areas so that she can bet the spontaneous burst of pleasure that she deserves. My ingenious strategy had been successful as Rosetta let out a blissful yelp as she was rocked by her orgasm, her glue coating my still hard member as I pulled out of her.

You slowed down so that she can cum first. Truly, you are a genius that makes Einstein look like a complete fool.

“Y-You’re not done yet…?” She panted in exhaustion, noticing my rock-hard cock.

“Yeah, I was about to, but I decided on letting you finish first, since you needed the relaxation.” I admitted, scratching the back of my head.

“Aw, I’m touched that you put my needs over yours.” Rosetta smiled at me. “However, we’ve got to finish you off, and I have the perfect idea. Mind sitting up by the wall?” She continued, pointing to the head of the bed as it was by the wall. I opted to do so, with Rosetta sitting on my lap and began rubbing her plump backside against my member, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

ConcernedGamer was right; these lemons really are nothing more that the authors shameless, fetish kink-parade.

“Ahhhhhh, s-so good!” I cried out, as I cupped her breasts and began playing with them gently as Rosetta and I began kissing each other once more. The sensation of her backside rubbing up against my cock was one of the most phenomenal things I have ever felt in my life; very few things could beat that feeling. My hands continued to cup her breasts, as I began tweaking her tender nipples to add to the pleasure I was giving her. Rosetta could feel my member quivering, and knew that I was on the verge of cumming, so she started grinding even harder than before, smothering my member with her firm ass. “I-I can’t hold it any more!” I cried out, as I came hard with what could only be described as the best orgasm of my life, coating Rosetta’s smooth back with my baby gravy.

Ok, you blew your load Junpei. Can you give the whole lemon thing a break now? I’m getting tired of sitting through your personal fantasies.

“Well I’d say that was the most relaxing experience I’ve had in quite some time…” Rosetta commented, hopping off of my lap as she proceeded to tuck herself into her bed. “You were absolutely amazing, so amazing that words could barely describe your sexual prowess.”

“Thanks, you were phenomenal as well.” I replied, with Rosetta gesturing me to tuck myself under her bedsheets. I proceeded to do so, with the both of us cuddling up to each other in a warm embrace, as we soon drifted off into a most peaceful sleep.

The Virtual Reality Simulation/lemon is over

Well what an amazing way to end Chapter 30. I won’t spoil much for the next chapter, but it will feature Batman’s rogue’s gallery, so you know you’re in for a treat. Catch you later!

Thank fuck that’s over; this chapter was a whole load of nothing. The Batman shit was short and stupid, the Metal Slug shit was drawn out and boring, and this chapter honestly felt half-hearted, except for of course, the lemon. Hopefully the author can churn out something less shitty now that his urges have been sated.

Oh and he forgot to add Marco and his gang to their designated list, because why not at this point?


Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Yasuke Matsuda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
Jesus man what is up with you and all of those waifus! Are you secretly the "Ultimate Pimp"?
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Thu May 09, 2019 4:08 am

Well after that embarrassing dive into Junpei’s first-person sexual fantasy, it’s time for more of the same, inane shit that he hypes up as if it were ambrosia.

A short introduction for this chapter, as this one will be fairly fluffy and slightly shorter than the previous chapter. Consider it build up for the next chapter, which will be groundbreakingly phenomenal.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 30: Gotham’s call for help

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: the next morning

Roland had just woken up from his slumber and was feeling more refreshed than usual, the simulation he participated in had given him a surge of energy that he desperately needed. Further boosting his confidence was that Julia gave him stellar marks for his performance back then, telling him that he was on the right track, though he still needed some more practise.

Exactly how are these fuck sessions graded in the first place; does your overall score depend on how many orgasms you give your partner or something?!

The young man had just finished getting dressed and was heading towards the cafeteria to have breakfast, when he noticed that it was a little more packed than usual. He then spotted Serra and went up to her in the hopes of getting an explanation for the situation.

“Morning, Serra.” Roland greeted her, sitting down beside her. “Any reason why the rooms more crowded than usual?”

Another thing, does she know about these sessions? Because that is the recipe for the most awkward break-up I’ve seen in a fanfiction, and I read a story that featured a guy getting dumped after having sex with a Dark Magician Girl hologram.

“Morning, Roland.” Serra smiled back at him. “You arrived just in time. Ame was getting herself some breakfast, when her PDA started going wildly. Turns out those men from the Hunter Association, had requested a four-way meeting via the live-feed. I know that Nikita’s going to be partaking in the meeting, but I’m not sure who the fourth party would be.”

“You think it could be Plasma Tech? We did join forces recently.” Roland guessed, only for Serra to shake her head in response.

How absurd would it be for a game studio to wage war against a bunch of deities—oh, wait…

“I thought that at first, but given the urgency of the situation, I don’t think it’s them.” She replied, as the monitor soon crackled to life, enabling Ame to begin the discussion with her allies. The fangame staff recognised Fujiwara and Nikita, but the bespectacled guy with short, grey hair was a complete mystery to them.

“Sorry for my state of dress, but the news came right out of nowhere.” Ame apologised, recognising that she was still in her nightrobe and pyjamas.

“Given the urgency of the situation, there’s no need to apologise.” Fujiwara replied, as he soon cleared his throat. “Now then, Nikita and I had just received a request from help from Commissioner Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department regarding an urgent situation.” He began, gesturing the commissioner to begin explaining the situation.

Hey there, Gordon. Have you found the real Batman yet?

“Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara. Now then, I would like your assistance in recapturing several inmates who had escaped Arkham Asylum, as intel suggests that they had escaped to Tokyo following their break out.” Commissioner Gordon began. “However, these are no ordinary inmates; they’re some of the most dangerous supervillains that Gotham has ever seen. The Joker, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, the Scarecrow, the list goes on.”

“S-Supervillains?” Ame inquired, confused by what she just heard. “How could they have escaped Arkham Asylum? It’s one of the most fortified facilities in the world.”

“From what the commissioner told me, they worked together to bust out of there, with the Joker orchestrating the escape.” Nikita answered. “Rather strange when you consider that alliances like that usually end in betrayal and bloodshed.”

I hear you. Makes me wonder how the standard prisoners there survive in the first place.

“That’s the thing, these villains have turned on each other in the past to save their hides. However, they were all unified for this escape, under the watchful eye of Tressa Colzione.” Gordon added, before sighing to himself. “I’ve seen my fair share of rogues, but Tressa would have to be the most dangerous of them all. Within 15 minutes she dealt more damage to Batman, physically, psychologically and emotionally than the rest of his rogues gallery did in their entire lives.”

“Tressa’s the one behind their escape?!” Ame gasped, shocked at what she just heard. “Then that means she wishes to utilise their services in order to achieve her goals!”

The sad thing is that she didn’t need to recruit all of them. Tressa would’ve been fine with just Ivy, the Al Ghuls and Mr. Freeze.

“Precisely; the Divine Powers are dangerous enough on their own. But add these supervillains to the mix and they become nigh-invulnerable.” Fujiwara commented. “As much as I want to have the Hunter Association lend their support, they wouldn’t stand a chance against these villains.”

“My army does have top-grade weaponry at our disposal, but these cowards would most likely take hostages in order to protect their sorry asses.” Nikita added.

Yeah, which makes battling them a pain in the ass. Isn’t that right, Deadshot…

“First thing we’ve got to do is gather intelligence and figure out what their precise goal is.” Ame suggested. “These villains must have a clear goal in mind; if we figure it out soon enough, we can stop them in their tracks and apprehend them.”

“That seems to be the best course of action.” Gordon replied. “As we’re speaking, Arkahm is being rebuilt with more security to ensure an incident like this doesn’t happen again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to do.” He concluded, switching his feed off.

“We’ll send you the information that Gordon gave us regarding the escaped villains. You should get it within half an hour, catch you later.” Nikita informed Ame, as she and Fujiwara turned off their own feed, with Ame following suit afterwards.

“Well that’s just lovely, now we’re dealing with some of the worst criminals that the world has ever seen. This just keeps getting better and better…” Titania retorted sarcastically,

Welcome to the club of people who is tired of this shit.

as Sothe soon started chuckling to himself.

“If it’s info you need, I’m the guy for the job.” He smirked confidently. “Anywhere in particular I should start looking?”

“I read the morning newspaper and saw an article detailing the increased gang activity near St. Mary’s Cathedral in the Sekiguchi neighbourhood of Bunkyo.” Luna suggested. “It’ll make sense for a supervillain to seek out the local gangs in order to find additional muscle, hence my recommendation.”

What, are they now recruiting drug-dealing priests to their gang? Why do they need gang members when they’re already part of a gang?

“Alright, I can work with that.” Sothe agreed to the idea.

“Be careful Sothe, these villains sound rather scary.” Astolfo expressed his concern as a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Do you need another good luck kiss?”

“Hahahaha! I’m good, I still have one left over from the last time.” Sothe chuckled, as he had finished getting prepared. “Well I’m off for the day, I’ll be sure to bring back some useful information.” He called out, dashing out of the cafeteria and into the sprawling metropolis that was Tokyo.

Area near St. Mary’s Cathedral: 90 minutes later.

The young man had set up a small outpost where he can safely scan the area for gang activity, hoping that it’ll provide a good lead to the super villains he was tasked with spying on. The first hour of the investigation was rather boring, as nothing much was happening in the streets below, but that soon changed as he saw a pair of armed thugs that he had never seen before. They were wearing facemasks that had the left side disfigured by some sort of chemical burn, with their uniform reflecting the odd disfigurement. Sothe had recognised this quirk as a recognisable trait for one of the villains he was tracking down, some guy who went by the moniker, Two-Face.

Well you gotta give these guys credit; at least you can tell exactly who they work for.

He decided to pursue the two thugs as they began talking to each other.

“I can’t believe the boss is getting married today; feels like yesterday when I first joined the gang.” One of the thugs reminisced.

“I know, but I’m happy for him. He needs some joy in his life after what he’s been through.” The second thug replied. “On a different topic, am I the only one who finds this who situation a little suspicious? We get ordered to set up shop here, despite having an established powerbase back in Gotham.”

“I hear it has to do with that new ally that the boss is working with, some powerful merchant tycoon or something.” The first thug answered. “What I’m concerned about is the fact that we’re working with, and against the other criminal gangs of Gotham. What kind of competition are we getting ourselves into?”

A competition so dumb that only those who wish for a Darwin Award will partake in it.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, we’re gonna come out on top. There’s no way in hell I’m losing to Penguin and his boys.” The second thug declared, as they soon arrived at the church. “Woah…this is quite the church. Wonder what strings the boss pulled to get married here.”

“Forget the church, just look at all the attendees! It’s like the boss wants to have a meeting with everyone who has an axe to grind with the Bat-freak.” The first thug replied, eying up the dozens of cars parked in the parking lot.

“Speaking of the devil, did you hear what the boss’s boss did to the Bat-freak? She reduced the guy to a sobbing wreck and revealed his identity to the world. Who would’ve thought that Bruce Wayne spends his parent’s money beating up Average Joes like us?” The second thug inquired.

Eh, there are worse ways to spend your money I guess.

“I heard about that the other day; I only wish I was there to see the spectacle.” The first thug said. “Anyway, we better get to our posts.”

Sothe quickly ducked into a bush as the thugs went their separate ways and did a quick scan of the area. There were around 12-20 thugs guarding and patrolling the area, ensuring that whatever went on in that church wasn’t disturbed by any intruders. After a while, he had found a suitable path that would enable him to sneak into the church without much trouble and dove into another bush to evade an incoming guard. He eyed up an open window and scrambled up the wall and dove through it, landing in what looked like a staircase spiralling up to the bell. Scurrying up the stairs with all the enthusiasm of a small mouse, he made his way up the tower and leapt on a thick, sturdy wooden beam that enabled him access to the main hall.

Oh look, more Assassin’s Creed style architecture designed for intruders to sneak into places.

Sothe was surprised at what he saw; the entirety of Batman’s rogue’s gallery, even the ones who hadn’t joined the Divine Powers were attending the wedding.

Even Boss Biggis? Well color me impressed. That aside, why doesn’t Gordon just initiate a massive sting operation and apprehend all the criminals in one fell swoop?

His gaze locked onto the man near the altar, who he deduced to be Two-Face based on the intel he had been given at today’s meeting. But what surprised him was that the bride was a body pillow in pristine condition, how he managed to get his hands on it while in prison was lost to the young man. As the final few attendees took their seats, the acting priest got his book open and began the ceremony.

“We gather here today, to bear witness the union of Mr. Harvey Dent, and Ms. Haruhi Suzumiya in holy matrimony.” The priest began the ceremony. “May Mr. Dent read out his vows to the young bride.”

Fuck me, the madman’s gonna go through with this. I fear for the safety of my sides.

“Certainly.” Two-Face replied, bringing out a slip of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. “Haruhi, you are the light that has saved me from the never-ending darkness. You comforted me while the guards abused me at Arkham, you gave me a shoulder to cry on every time I recall my incidents regarding the Dark Knight, you even go out of your way to cheer up my day whenever I’m feeling down in the dumps. I will do everything in my power as a lawfully-wedded husband to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

I don’t think either his Two-Face side, or his Harvey side would spew such driveling nonsense. But I can see his 'The Judge' side saying it…

“How touching.” The priest replied, turning to the body pillow. “And your vows, Ms. Suzumiya?”

“Oh, I’ve got them here. She want’s me to read them out for her.” Two-Face called out, whipping out another slip of paper and began reading it out loud. “Dearest Harvey, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew we were meant for each other. Throughout our time in Arkham together, you protected me from the other inmates, risked your life to get me extra rations, and even went so far as to plan our escape together. I will ensure that we spend the rest of our lives together, till death do us part.” He concluded her speech, which had impressed everyone attending on how dedicated the two lovebirds were.

Having done a bit of research on this chick, it seems that she may or may not have an infatuation on some dude named Kyon. Sorry, Kyon…

“Now is there anybody here who objects to this union?” The priest inquired, with nobody raising their hands in objection. “Then I now pronounce the couple husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Everybody cheered the couple as they kissed each other passionately. “I thank you all for attending my wedding ceremony. Now let us discuss our first course of action regarding these games Lady Tressa wants.” Two-Face spoke to the villains, with everyone who wasn’t part of the conspiracy exiting the main hall, sans Sothe who was still spying on the villains.

I’m pretty sure he died of asphyxiation, after laughing his guts out over this sham of a wedding.

“For starters we gotta find out where the buggers are stationed. I got my boys to search the entire city for them, though knowing those idiots, I doubt they’ll find it if it smacked them upside the head.” The Penguin commented.

“Unfortunately, scoping out the city isn’t the easiest thing to do right now, since the city is crawling with those fucks for the Ashura-Kai, or whatever they’re called, they’re glorified wastes of space.” The Great White Shark hissed.

“Look on the plus side, it’ll be easy to take out those chumps and set up shop in Tokyo. A prime opportunity to expand my empire.” Black Mask chuckled ominously in response. “That said, what should we do once we find their base?”

“Hah, we? Did that inferior brain of yours not register what Tressa said? There’s only one prize up for grabs, and I’m sure as hell not sharing it with you mental midgets.” The Riddler replied snidely.

At least they won’t waste it on hiding trophies behind elaborate deaths traps, Riddler.

“That said, a few people are working together to get the prize for themselves. The al Ghuls, Joker and Harley, Scarface and the Ventriloquist, even some of the weaker villains are joining forces. And I guess we can add Two-Face and his wife to the list.”

“Even if there were multiple prizes up for grabs, there’s some people I wouldn’t want to work with. Ivy would kill me on sight since I can’t photosynthesise, Croc would bite my head off, Zsasz is a complete lunatic, which is saying something considering the ragtag group we’ve got here, and the less said about Scarecrow, the better.” Clayface added. “On another topic, have we got an idea on who we’re up against?”

“Kinda; we were given some pamphlets with some details regarding the main leaders of this little fangame alliance. Several of the others are already forming strategies to deal with them; personally, I’m going after that Garret fellow first, I never liked cops.” The Penguin commented, handing the other villains a pamphlet each.

How convenient that they were all handed these info-dump pamphlets; I assume they were the gift to all the wedding guests.

“Ok, so this is who I’m up against. I think I’ll start with—” Black Mask was about to say, when the door slammed open and a chilling aura of fear seeped into the room, as the Scarecrow entered the main hall. A while before the grand escape from Arkham Asylum, Scarecrow had gotten attacked and mauled by an enraged Killer Croc, who had been drugged by Boles as a prank. Scarecrow had opted to use his mutilations and did a bit of surgery on himself to finetune his persona. From the way the villains were reacting, it seems it was rather successful.

Oh, how kind of you to tell us this THREE chapters after the guy was introduced. Thanks, Junpei, you incomprehensible idiot!

“Serra is mine…” was all the Scarecrow replied, eyeing up the Penguin.

“T-The model?” the Penguin stuttered, with Scarecrow gazing at the short man, giving him a look of confirmation. “Can’t say I blame ya’, she’s quite the beauty. But why’d you want her?”

“For a while, all I knew was the fear I gave my patients. When I first laid eyes on her, I felt something…odd. Before I send her into the abyss of never-ending fear and terror, I want to see her, to learn what this…feeling is.” He spoke in an icy tone, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Great, now we’ve got another obstacle for the author to defeat in order to bang Serra. Because why not at this point?

“Well you best be careful, I think a few of the others are eyeing her off as well.” The Penguin warned his ‘teammate’, as one of his thugs stormed into the church, a concerned expression on his face.

“B-Boss! We’ve got trouble!” The thug cried out.

“Can’t I take a piss without you yobbos fucking things up for once?!” the Penguin sighed in annoyance, turning to the cowering thug. “Well spit it out!”

“I-It’s the Ashura-Kai! They started attacking our convoy for no reason; several of our crew are dead!” The thug explained the situation.

“Hmph! Those imbeciles obviously don’t know about our allegiance to Lady Tressa. At the very least we can go open season on them now; we can just claim retaliation for this offense.” The Riddler smirked, his keen logic shining through.

I’m sure it took all your braincells just to figure that out.

“And I was just talking about expanding my empire!” Black Mask chuckled, patting the young thug on the thug, as he soon noticed the strange look on Scarecrow’s face. “I-Is something troubling you?”

“Tell me…do any of you fear someone eavesdropping on you?” the Scarecrow inquired, eying up the other criminals. “Do you fear your secrets, your plans getting revealed to the public?”

“Why do you ask…?” the Great White Shark inquired, before noticing that Scarecrow was gazing up at the ceiling; the criminals followed his gaze and soon noticed Sothe lying on the beam. The young rogue was surprised; how on earth was he discovered so quickly?

Honestly, with all the people here, I’m surprised it took this long.

“Well if it isn’t a dirty little rat; it doesn’t look like one of Ratcatcher’s children, that’s for sure.” The sharklike man hissed, baring his sharp teeth.

“And so, the little rat’s fear has been found out; he fears getting discovered deep in enemy territory. No way to escape, no allies to bail him out. His remaining moments in this world are numbered.” The Scarecrow commented, as several other villains entered the hall to see what the commotion was about.

“Well it looks like I have an uninvited guest…shall I let the coin decide his fate?” Two-Face inquired, bringing out his coin and flipping it, as all eyes were on the small dollar. The disfigured man palmed the coin and placed it over his other hand, revealing it to be scarred-side up. “The coin has—w-where’d he go?!” Two-Face stammered, upon realising that Sothe had flew the coop.

Oh, for fucks sake! Are you telling me that out of 200+ people, not a single one kept their eyes on him?! Even more so, they would’ve seen him flee the area if they were looking up at the ceiling. Why must the villains always be written as incomprehensible morons?!

“He can’t be far, search the entire area!” Clayface called out, with half the villains searching inside the church as all the others opted to search outside the building, but to no avail as the young man had already escaped and was making his way back to the fangame headquarters.

0000

Sothe had burst into the large lobby, attracting the attention of Micaiah, Luna and Alice, who were relieved that he managed to make it back from the mission alive.

“Sothe! I’m so glad you’re ok!” Micaiah smiled, embracing her lover in a warm hug, with the young man returning it. “Did you find out anything useful?”

“I wasn’t able to get much since I was spotted by that really freaky dude, Scarecrow, I think his name was. But what I did get should help us out a bit.” Sothe answered.

“I see…what were you able to discover?” Luna inquired, raising a hand to her chin.

“Two-Face is a fucking weeaboo! He booked the largest church in Tokyo just to marry his body pillow. Hilarious shit, I tell you what.”

“Tressa bailed these villains out for one reason; she wants her hand on the fangames that Ame and her team developed, though from the sounds of it, they can’t just pop into a store and get a copy.” Sothe began, with Micaiah offering him a seat.

“Of course, she must be after the original copies!” Alice deduced. “Since the original copies have additional features that Tressa implemented before getting fired, she must want them in her hands, so she can release them, and profit off of our work.”

“Additional features, you mean like content that was axed from the game?” Micaiah inquired.

“Precisely; Tressa was fine-tuning a few adult orientated events, mainly a dating game with a coat of Reborn paint over it. The main idea was to earn enough points with a character, be it from dialogue paths, or small side quests in the game. If you have enough points with a character, you get to spend the night with them, shall we say. It comes with a several bonus pictures for each character.” Luna explained. “Personally, I’m glad we dropped the feature from the retail copies. I don’t want to imagine how many people would play the game just for a few racy pictures of me.”

Fuck me, why didn’t the copy of Desolation I downloaded have these pictures in it?! God, what I wouldn’t do for some Scarlett art…

“That seems a bit excessive if you ask me; breaking out super villains for a simple heist. There’s got to be more to it than that.” Alice commented. “Perhaps she’s using them to instigate a civil war in the Divine Powers.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Why would she want to do that?” Sothe asked, shocked at what he just heard.

“You think about it; Tressa’s done a whole lot for Krishna and his lackies, yet he doesn’t show her that much respect. Perhaps she wants to take over Damian’s position as Godslayer.

Considering that she killed Esdeath with a sneeze and demolished a lobotomized Batman, she sure as hell is taking her sweet-ass time to stage a coup.

She can go for it, for all I care, so long as we get Damien back in one piece.” Alice supported her argument. “Anything else you found out?”

“Well most of the villains will be working on their own, since there’s only one prize up for grabs. Should make things easier for us.” Sothe added.

“Yeah, by just a small bit.” Micaiah commented snidely. “All jokes aside, I’m still a bit concerned over just how we’re gonna deal with these villains. From the notes we were given, it’s evident that they aren’t the sort who would show us any sort of mercy.”

“Well then we don’t show them any back.” Alice replied. “Of course, we can’t kill them per say, since Commissioner Gordon wants them captured alive, so they can get reincarcerated into Arkham Asylum.”

“We may not even have to do all the work on our own; these criminals will most likely turn on each other if it means getting a step closer to the prize.” Luna had just conjured up a potential plan. “We’ll sit back her and defend the base, while these villains battle each other to take the competition out. Good thing to, since I have a new idea for a Pokémon fangame.”

Oh boy, more fangames. Please tell me the plot isn’t as convoluted as this shit.

“Luna, I know you’re just as eager as I am, but we can’t go spilling the beans.” Alice reminded her close friend.

“Well now you’ve captured my interest…” Sothe chimed in, eying up the two girls. “What’s this proposed game your talking about?”

“I cannot tell you much about it, due to privacy reasons. What I can say is that it’ll be a crossover of sorts.” Alice revealed, with Micaiah connecting the dots rather quickly.

“You’re planning a crossover between the fangames you’ve made? That sounds fantastic!” Micaiah smiled. “I can already tell that it’ll be your best project yet.”

Now this is…interesting. Supposedly, there were rumors floating about that several developers from the more well-known fangames, such as Reborn, Rejuvenation, Uranium, Insurgence and many more were gonna create some ultimate fangame once their respective projects were finished. I wasn’t able to get much info on said rumors, but I believe it to be the inspiration for the author to have all these characters rally up under a single banner.

“Thanks, but we haven’t gotten outside the idea phase to be honest. We’re planning on starting development once our games had gotten some time in the limelight.” Luna admitted, as her watch alarm started buzzing. “Oh my, look at the time. I better head off to my room for the night. Night everyone!”

“Yeah, I better head off as well. Night, everyone!” Alice added, with the two girls making their way to their rooms, leaving the two citizens of Daein on their own.

“So…what do you want to do now?” Sothe inquired.

“Oh, I’ve got a few ideas in mind…” Micaiah purred sensually, rubbing the young man’s chest.

Well the chapter's gonna end soon, so you’re both free to go wild, you crazy nymphomaniacs.

“Well this’ll be interesting. Lead the way.” Sothe accepted the offer, as the duo made their way to her room for some quality time together.

Now that the Gotham crew have been fully integrated into the plot, we can expect the chapter count of this mess to increase by around ten. Hopefully we get something different in these chapters other than the—oh, fuck it. We all know that it’s gonna be the same shit as before!

A little shorter, but it sets the stage for the first showdown between the heroes and Batman’s rogues gallery. Who will be the first challenger stepping up to the plate? You’ll find out soon enough. It’ll also feature the return of some friendly faces, so you know it’ll be an amazing experience. Catch you later!

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins
Commissioner Gordon

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Yasuke Matsuda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
Jesus man what is up with you and all of those waifus! Are you secretly the "Ultimate Pimp"?
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Sat May 18, 2019 6:10 am

I’ve got good news for the three or so people who fantasied about seeing Batman villains play card games; this chapter has what your looking for! and if you think I’m over-hyping this shit, well at least I’m not as bad as the author who wrote this thing in the first place.

It is time for a climatic showdown, the showdown that I hyped up for you at the end of the last chapter. And who better to kickstart the war against Starlight Studios then Bane the Bat-Breaker? Can the heroes overcome this terrifying foe? Find out in this chapter of Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 31: The Bane is broken

Tsukiji Kongangi

The Mad Hatter was pacing up and down the halls frantically, trying to come up with a plan to secure the games, but the short man was at a loss. His entire competition was either working together, were in charge of large gangs, or were strong/smart enough to work on their own. All he had was his expert hypnotic skills, but with how hardened the super villains were, he doubted that it would affect them at all.

Look, I don’t know a whole lot about this dude, but I’m pretty sure he was able to brainwash a couple of them. Heck, I’d go so far as to say he’s one of the more threatening villains, simply because he could theoretically brainwash one of their own to hand him the data.

He briefly considered teaming up with another villain, but he knew that he’d get double-crossed the moment he outlives his usefulness. He slumped down on one of the chairs and had a brief meltdown, frightened out of his wits mind.

“Oh no; if I join them, they’ll kill me, but if I don’t, I’m going to miss out on the prize. AHHHH, what do I do?!” Mad Hatter cried out, clutching the sides of his head. Luckily for him, somebody heard him and decided to check up on him.

“I see you’re having trouble figuring out a plan. Guess I’m not the only one then.” The Calendar Man commented, taking a seat beside the smaller man. “Is there anything you want to get off your chest?”

“Y-Yeah, I don’t think I can do this; the odds are heavily stacked against us small-time criminals.” Mad Hatter replied. “Think about it; Two-Face and Penguin have their gangs, Bane and Killer Croc have brute strength on their side, Riddler and the Joker are highly intelligent, and that’s not mentioning the fact that Poison Ivy and Scarecrow can clear out entire crowds with ease.”

If so, then why seek help from arguably the lamest villain in Batman’s rogues gallery?

“True, they all have those special perks, but they’re double-edged swords if you ask me.” Calendar Man stated, peaking the short man’s interest.

“Double-edged sword?” he inquired.

“Think about it, who would the authorities go after first; the short guy obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, or the giant crocodile guy?” Calendar Man asked a question.

“K-Killer Croc naturally…” Mad Hatter answered, with the other criminal nodding to show that he had answered correctly.

“Exactly! Sure, they may have their gangs and their strength, but that makes them prime targets for the police. And while they’re busy dealing with those chumps, we’ll have enough free time to go forward with our plans.” Calendar Man continued.

Except that with their power and influence, it’ll be easy for them to bribe the police and have them target the weaker villains. Meh, as long as it cuts down the amount of chapter by three then I can’t complain.

“Hey yeah, that could actually work!” Mad Hatter chimed in, a new sense of hope coursing through his body. “In fact, if we work together with a few of the other small-time crooks, we could pull this off.”

“Exactly! I’ve already got Ratcatcher and Killer Moth interested in the plan, and with you joining in, that’ll be four of us working towards the same goal.” Calendar Man added. “Best thing about it is that we don’t even need to worry about the Bat; Tressa fucked him up back at Arkham.”

Behold, an alliance between three shitty villains and one who completely underestimates his brainwashing techniques. I’m confident that absolutely nothing wrong is gonna happen.

“True, now let’s discuss this somewhere else with our allies.” Mad Hatter suggested, with the two criminals leaving the hallway, unaware that a small camera was hiding in a nearby pot plant. The thin wiring was hidden in the wall, and lead to a small, isolated room that the Riddler had set up as his base of operations. Several monitors captured footage of key places in the temple, enabling the genius to spy on his allies, catching wind of whatever plans they might have in stock for themselves.

“Look at those peons, coming up with some half-baked plan to secure the money that rightfully belongs to me. Nothing to worry about though, my genius will persevere in the end, proving once and for all that I’m the smartest super villain of them all.” The Riddler cackled to himself, as he continued to survey the cameras.

At least you understand just how moronic this alliance is…

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: The next morning

Today was a slow day, or at least Astolfo hoped so. He knew that despite their power, they cannot constantly battle their enemy and their seemingly endless army of devout followers and notable figures of the world.

One of the major problems with this fic is how underutilized these bigwigs are, despite Tressa recruiting them for that exact purpose. Case in point; Greyfield was a ruthless military commander in his game, yet he doesn’t just send his army to wipe out Starlight Studioes. It’s almost as if these villains are just strawman punching bags hastily inserted, just to make the heroes look good be defeating them.

The pinkette was planning on dozing off for a while, when he heard a knock on the lobby door, and figured it would be best to investigate it. Hopping up off his seat and making his way to the door, he opened it, and was pleasantly surprised to see a pair of familiar faces.

“Clover, Light! It’s nice to see you both again—O-Oh, s-sorry about that…” Astolfo beamed happily, only to realise his error and apologise for it.

“No need to worry about it, it’s like water off a duck’s back.” Light accepted the apology. “I hope we didn’t disturb you while you were in the midst of something.”

“No, no. I was just slothing about to be honest. So, what brings you here?” Astolfo inquired.

“I found this weird letter in the mailbox we’re renting; it has your address on it, but no return address, or even a stamp on it.” Clover explained, showing the letter to the pinkette, and handed it over to him. “That letter has suspicious all over it.”

Why did they get a letter that wasn’t even meant for them? I guess the mailman cared about as much as I do.

“Well it doesn’t appear to be coated in poison or anything, so I guess it’s safe to open it.” Astolfo replied, quickly opening the envelope and analysing the contents inside, which were a folded piece of paper.

To the fangame developers.

My men have been analysing you for some time, and have informed me of your strength. I wish to issue a formal champion to Ame’s chosen champion, to see whether you can surpass me. The original copies of the games shall be wagered, with the winner taking the prize for themselves. Meet me at the designated location; don’t be late.

Signed: Bane


“Bane…wasn’t he the guy who broke Batman’s spine?” Clover inquired.

Yep, he was. It was nice knowing you, Astolfo.

“That is correct, though why he would announce his presence and issue a challenge is unknown. Perhaps it’s a trap to lure you away from the headquarters, enabling his henchmen to launch a sneak attack.” Light deduced.

“I better let Ame know about this as soon as possible; wouldn’t want his goons to surprise us while we’re vulnerable.” Astolfo commented, pocketing the letter.

“By the way, I’ve heard that you partnered up with Plasma Tech, following their announcement surrounding Pokémon Fusion Generation 2. Is that true?” Clover asked, resting her hands on her hips.

“Yes, they said that it would benefit both sides, and we need as many allies as possible if we are to succeed.” Astolfo admitted. “I can understand why you’re disappointed in us, if you are, that is.”

“It’s not a decision I would’ve made, given the controversy surrounding Plasma Tech’s CEO, but I understand why Ame made the call.” Light replied.

On the plus side, you can all look forward to Fusion Generation 3, where Team Meteor create an army of fusions to lower Reborn’s property value.

“I wasn’t that much of a fan of the first Fusion Generation, but if the sequel is that much of an improvement, then it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.” Clover added. “That said, what should we do about the letter?”

“I’ll give Ame a call and see what she wants us to do.” Astolfo answered, whipping out his PDA and dialled Ame up to speak to her, with the studio CEO responding to the call. “Ah, good to see you Ame. We received a letter from one of those villains Commissioner Gordon told us about, this Bane fellow. What can you tell me about him?”

“Bane? As a matter of fact, I was just reading over his notes. It says here that he was raised in one of Santa Prisca’s harshest prisons, having been forced to serve the sentence of his deceased father. While he was incarcerated, he became a test subject for some chemical known as Venom, granting him incredible physical strength to compliment his tactful mind.” Ame informed the pinkette. “What was in the letter he gave you?”

Thank you for telling us shit that we already know. I don’t know what we’d do without you.

“He wants your supposed champion to meet him at a supermarket carpark in Shinjuku; wagering the original games in some sort of competition.” Astolfo informed her. “What do you want us to do?”

“Well it wouldn’t be smart to confront him all together, as the studios would be left vulnerable. I would phone Titania and have her confront Bane, but I gave her and Amaria the day off as a reward for all their hard work. I could have you fill in for her, if that’s ok with you.” Ame suggested.

Yet Astolfo described the day as slow earlier. Is consistency a foreign concept to you, Junpei?!

“Oh, I’m down for it; my duelling skills will teach that bozo a lesson!” Astolfo declared, with Clover eying him up in awe.

“Nice! I can’t wait to see you duel!” Clover cheered, alerting Ame of their presence in the studios.

“Oh is that you, Clover? It’s nice to see you again.” Ame smiled, greeting the newcomers.

“And it’s nice to see you again as well, Ame. Figuratively speaking.” Light chimed in, turning to face Astolfo. “Well then, shall we confront this Bane character then?”

“Yeah, let’s get our game on!” Astolfo cheered, with the trio exiting the lobby and making their way to their destination.

Supermarket carpark: Shinjuku district

Because there’s only one carpark in all of Shinjuku. Seriously, you couldn’t even give us a name for the supermarket?

The carpark was eerily quiet; not a single soul was there, save for Bane and his henchmen. The muscular tactician crossed his arms and started tapping his foot, waiting for Ame’s champion to arrive. His patience was soon rewarded, as a small car parked in the area, with Astolfo, Clover and Light hopping out to confront the legendary supervillain.

“So, you didn’t chicken out after all…” Bane commented, his eyes narrowing at them. “Where are the games I asked for?”

“They’re in the car trunk.” Astolfo lied, hoping that Bane would buy it. “But you can’t get them until you beat me; that was the condition that you wrote down.”

Well I’m glad they weren’t stupid enough to bring the games.

“Yes, I can remember what I write in my letters.” Bane replied, not fully buying the pinkette to be Ame’s champion. “So are you ready to put your precious fangames on the line?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Astolfo declared, a smug grin on his face as he activated his duel disk.

“Heh, they weren’t expecting that, were they.” Clover quipped, commenting on the surprised reactions of the thugs by Bane’s side.

“A duel disk; what are we going to do boss?” A thug inquired, with Bane chuckling heartily.

“Beat them up. Then they’ll learn that they can’t solve everything with card games.”

“We play along with him.” Bane replied, as a second thug delivered a customised duel disk to Bane, the device coloured in shades of black and green. “I had a hunch that Ame would send a duelist to do her dirty work, so I got my own deck and duel disk in advance. My men told me that this new deck is powerful enough to trounce you.”

“Heheheh, can’t wait to crush your powerful deck.” Astolfo chuckled darkly, glaring at the muscular man. “Why do you hate the fangames? We’ve done nothing to hurt you, yet you try and steal them for some cash prize. Does Krishna and his dumbfuck old gods really hate the idea of playing as a woman so badly, that they hire supervillains to do their dirty work?!”

Again with this whole ‘Oh, he just hates playing as a woman’ shit. You do realise that you can choose your gender in the fangames, or at least I hope you do. Plus, if I was offered $100 million to steal some games, you bet your ass I’m gonna take them up on that offer.

“It seems this war’s taking its toll on him…” Light commented, as Clover looked at Astolfo, concern in her eyes for his wellbeing.
War? What fucking war?! All this fic has been is a series of meaningless skirmishes where the enemies have the combined IQ of a banana.

“I have no grudge against your games, but the money I will get for delivering them to Lady Tressa shall help fund the rebellion I’m leading.” Bane admitted, gazing at the heroes. “I will free my people from the tyrannical Santa Priscian government, so that no child will ever go through what I’ve been through.”

This revelation had shocked the heroes; Bane was donning the role of a supervillain to help save his homeland. Though they have some newfound respect for the man, they were not going to yield their friends games to him. “I respect your goals Bane, I really do. But I will not go down without a fight. Prepare yourself for the card game of a life time!” Astolfo declared, with both combatants inserting their decks into the duel disks and shuffled them.

Please, I’m sure you say that to all the masked, muscular men you play card games with.

“Let’s duel!” Both duellists declared, drawing their opening hands.

Astolfo: 4000
Bane: 4000


“I’ll make the first move, with my Dark World Dealings.” Astolfo declared, with both players drawing and discarding a card. “And thanks to my buddy Broww, I get to draw another card. Next I’ll play Gates of Dark World to spice the scenery up a bit.” He continued, as the ground started shaking and the field transformed into what looked like a winding path above an abyss, with a large set of gates looming over the duelists.

“Woah!” Clover cried out in shock upon looking at the garish grey gates. “I hope they don’t open part way through the duel; who knows what’s lurking behind them.”

“Now I’ll summon Brron, Mad King of Dark World and end with a card facedown.” Astolfo concluded his turn, with the Duel Spirit stretching as if it had taken a nice nap before.

ATK (1800-2100)
DEF (400-700)


“Ahhhh! Another day to spread chaos throughout the world. Today’s gonna be a good—” Brron began, noticing the sharp-eyed Bane gazing at the spirit. “Oh, this is not going to end well…”

My thoughts exactly.

“Not it won’t, little spirit. I shall break you like I broke the Bat. My turn!” Bane drew his card. “Since you have more monsters than me, I can special summon Dinowrestler Pankratops from my hand.”

“D-Dinowrestler?!” Astolfo gasped, as the massive, bipedal triceratops stomped onto the battlefield and snorted at its opponent. “B-But they weren’t supposed to be released yet!”

Dude, you know that Pegasus is a high roller in the Divine Powers. It shouldn’t be a surprise that the villains have early access to the latest cards. That said, I fucking love the artwork for Dinowrestlers. It’s so over the top and goofy that it becomes amazing.

“When you have connections as powerful as that of Lady Tressa’s, anything is possible.” Bane retorted. “Next I’ll summon Dinowrestler Systegosaur and forge the circuit to link my power with my goals, to link summon the first step of my plan. Go, Dinowrestler Terra Parkourio!” The two dinosaurs hopped into the circuit as it glowed harshly, and a third dinosaur that was tall and muscular emerged from the circuit.

“Oh no…this is like my high school reunion back in Dark World…” Brron shivered in fear, with the dinosaur snapping and growling at the fiendish tyrant.

Where he got shoved into the locker for lusting after that cheerleader the high-school jock was dating.

“Next I’ll activate the effect of my Dinowrestler Eskrimamenchi, adding it to my hand and letting me summon Systegosaur from my graveyard. And since it was special summoned, I get to add a card from my deck to my hand.” Bane continued, going through his deck and finding the perfect card, a small chuckled emanating from behind his mask. “Now for a change of scenery; I play the field spell, World Dino Wrestling!”

The ground shook once more as a wrestling arena emerged from the ground, the ominous gates looming over the arena, the two fields at stark contrast with one another. “Terra Parkourio’s effect activates; I can add a Dinowrestler from my graveyard to my hand. Now I forge the circuit once more, tributing Terra Parkourio and Systegosaur to call forth the king of the arena. Come, Dinowrestler King T Wrextle!” Bane boldly declared, the two dinosaurs leaping into the circuit, before a colossal dinosaur emerged from the circuit and roared, beating its chest before the crowd.

He tributed some dinos to summon an even bigger dino. Serious shit right here.

“Now, T Wrextle, show that puny king who the true ruler of the arena is!” Bane ordered, with the giant creature stomping towards the petrified fiend, the cheers from the dinosaur crowd bolstering its confidence.

ATK (3000-3200)

“This is gonna be painful…” Brron squeaked quietly, as the dinosaur leapt into the air and flattened the tyrant with its toned torso, sending shockwaves throughout the area.

“Gaahhh!” Astolfo cried out as he was pushed back and landed on his soft backside, dirt coating his lovely outfit. He managed to get back up and confronted his opponent once more.

Astolfo: 2900

“And with that, I end my turn with a card facedown.” Bane concluded his turn, confident that his victory was all but guaranteed. Still, the fact that Astolfo hadn’t surrendered or ran away was admirable, especially in such dire circumstances.

“Unbelievable, he was able to do all that in one turn?” Clover commented, surveying Bane’s field. “How is it fair that Astolfo has to deal with a deck that hasn’t been released, or even legalised yet?!”

Lighten up, we all know that he’s gonna pull something out of his ass to save the day. Or Bane will become a complete moron and throw the duel.

“Not to mention that Bane could have a skill up his sleeve, much like the one Hongou had when you battled him a few weeks ago.” Light replied, raising a hand to his chin. “Astolfo needs to bring his A-Game if he hopes to win this duel.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll bring my S-Game instead and wipe this guys clock clean! My turn.” Astolfo declared, a new surge of confidence coursing through his body. “Perfect; I’ll activate my Dark World Lightning to destroy your facedown card!”

Bane grunted softly as his trap card got blasted by a bolt of lightning emanating from the gates, with Astolfo discarding a card afterwards, only for a familiar monster to appear on his field. “Ah yes, I forgot to mention about Beiige’s effect. Anyway, I’ll use Trade-In, discarding my Grapha to draw two cards, during which I’ll activate his effect, returning Beiige to special summon him to the field.”

A beam of dark light struck the ground, as the terrifying dragon made its debut to the duel, startling Bane’s henchmen at the show of power it performed for the audience. The massive dinosaur had an interested grin on its face, hoping that the dragon will prove to be a worthy opponent.

Sounds like the set-up for a scrapped kaiju film; Zombie Dragon VS. Karate T-Rex!

ATK (2700-3000)
DEF (1800-2100)


“And now that Grapha is on the field, I’ll activate Rush Recklessly from my hand to give him a power boost, and have him attack your overgrown lizard!” Astolfo declared, with the mighty dragon taking flight and swooping down on the dinosaur, crushing it effortlessly as Bane flinched from the resulting shockwave.

ATK (3000-3700)

Bane: 3300


“Heehee, I’ll set a card facedown and end my turn.” Astolfo giggled, satisfied that he had dealt with the imposing dinosaur, but was surprised to see that Bane was still calm and collected, as if he had planned for this to happen.

“In that case, it’s my turn!” Bane declared, drawing his next card and studied it, the look in his eyes indicated that he was satisfied with what he got. “Due to its effect, I can Special Summon Dinowrestler Coelasilat. And since I control another Dinowrestler, I can normal summon Eskrimamenchi from my hand without a tribute required. But they won’t be staying around for long, as I’ll tribute them to Synchro Summon Dinowrestler Giga Spinosavate!

“This will not end well…” Astolfo squeaked under his breath, as the two dinosaurs leapt into the array of circles and fused with one another, until a bright light rocked the field, with a colossal white dinosaur stepping out of it, the massive creature baring its sharp teeth.

“Giga Spinosavate’s effect activates; Primal Roar!” The supervillain called out, with the massive beast letting out a terrifying roar that shattered Grapha into thousands of little pieces.

“Not so fast! I’ll activate my Michizure in retaliation. Say bye-bye to your—” Astolfo began.

Why? Why would you run an outdated card like that? There are dozens of Counter Traps that would’ve kept your Grapha alive.

“Giga Spinosavate’s second effect activates; by destroying one other card I control, I can negate this cards destruction!” Bane countered, with his field spell getting sent to the graveyard. “Now by banishing World Dino Wrestling, I can special summon Dinowrestler Systegosaur from my deck. Furthermore, Systegosaur’s effect activates, enabling me to add a Dinowrestler of my choice to my hand.”

“It seems that Astolfo’s strategy backfired on him, only serving to generate extra resources for his opponent.” Light muttered, thinking to himself. “Seems these Dinowrestlers are quite the powerhouse; no wonder they haven’t been released to the public yet.”

Well they have to be good in order to keep up with the current meta, and even then they rarely see any use.

“H-He can win this, I know it!” Clover interjected, looking at her comrade in desperation. However, the situation seemed dire; his field was empty, and he only had two cards in his hand. A miracle was needed if he was to survive this turn.

“Prepare for the end, Giga Spinosavate, attack!” Bane declared as the massive dinosaur barrelled towards Astolfo.

“I’ll activate Swift Scarecrow from my hand; negating your attack and ending the battle phase!” Astolfo declared, as a holographic image of a scarecrow blocked the incoming attack and the dinosaur stomped back to its side of the field in annoyance.

“Hmph, you may have survived this turn, but rest assured, I will defeat you next turn. I’ll set a card facedown and end my turn; try and make your last turn count.” Bane commented, showing only the slightest hint of annoyance over not securing a victory this turn.

Don’t brag about it being his last turn, that just increases the chance of drawing the card he needs by 400%

As much as it pained him to do so, Astolfo mentally praised his enemy’s patience; seems he had plenty of brains to back up his brawn after all. Still, he had a turn to start, and a card to draw. Whatever it was, he had to bank all his hopes on it.

“I draw!” Astolfo declared, drawing his card and looked at it; though it was a good start, he needed a little more luck to overcome this powerful opponent. “I’ll set a card face down and activate Card of Demise, enabling me to draw five more cards. Now let’s see what we have here…nice! I think I can win this turn!”

See, I told you so!

“Oh?” Bane inquired, amused at Astolfo’s boast. “Show me what you’ve got then.”

“Right away! I’ll activate my facedown card, Dark World Dealings. I’m sure you remember what this card does.” Astolfo replied, with both duelists drawing and discarding. “And since I discarded Kahkki, I can destroy a monster of my choice, and I’ll choose your Systegosaur.”

Bane grunted softly upon witnessing his monster get destroyed. “So you found a way around my Giga Spinosavate? Not bad, but you’ll have to do better than that to impress me.”

“Oh, I’m far from done! Next I’ll activate my second Dark World Lightning to destroy your facedown card, but don’t worry, I’m sure this monster will be adequate compensation.” Astolfo giggled, with the massive gate emitting a bolt of lightning to destroy the facedown card, creating a field of smoke that blanketed the arena. A few seconds later, a short fiend with a cerulean-colored cloak appeared on Bane’s field, and flashed the villain a toothy grin. “Say hello to Ceruli, Guru of Dark World. When he gets summoned to the field, the opponent discards a card.” The pinkette introduced the small monster to the audience.

Yes, all three people watching this duel, and I’m counting Bane’s mooks as well.

ATK (100-400)
DEF (300-600)


“I see.” Bane replied, reaching over to select a card in his hand, only for Astolfo to halt him.

“I should elaborate; the opponent of his current controller discards a card. And since he’s on your field…” Astolfo continued, mulling over which card to discard.

‘Handing me a free monster to further his plays; quite the clever strategy…’ Bane thought to himself, as Astolfo discarded a card, only for a much larger fiend with what appeared to be rainbow colored wings appeared on the field, a large staff of sorts in its hand. “Ah, you gave me a monster so you can summon a stronger monster.”

“Indeed, and Reign-Beaux, Overlord of Dark World has more than enough power to defeat you.” Astolfo grinned, clenching his fist tightly in determination.

ATK (2500-2800)
DEF (1800-2100)


“Now for it’s effect; if it was special summoned from the graveyard, I can chose to destroy all your monsters, or all your Spells and Traps. Sorry about this Ceruli, but desperate times call for desperate measures.” Astolfo apologised, with the giant archfiend charging up energy in its staff. Bane’s henchman gasped in shock as his ace monster was destroyed instantly by the archfiend’s power, the laser beam cutting a swath through it.

It's an oldie, but a goldie and was one of the plays that rose Dark World to its level of infamy.

“So you defeated my ace monster? I can easily recover next turn.” Bane retorted, crossing his arms.

“True, but you won’t be getting another turn. I’ll summon Zure, Knight of Dark World in Attack Position. Then I’ll activate Grapha’s effect, returning Zure to special summon it from my graveyard. Welcome back, Grapha!” Astolfo chimed happily as his ace monster returned once more.

ATK (2700-3000)
DEF (1800-2100)


“Now my monsters, attack Bane directly!” The pinkette declared, with both monsters charging up their dark energy and fired it at the supervillain, who roared in pain as his lifepoints dropped like a rock.

I mean it wasn’t a bad duel, all things considered. At the very least it was better than that bullshit we got in Chapter 20. I’m still not over it, it’s that bad.

Bane: 0
Winner: Astolfo


“Well I’ll be, he managed to secure a victory.” Light smiled to himself.

“Yahoo! I knew he could pull it off.” Clover cheered, jumping up in the air.

“I-Impossible…” Bane weakly commented, falling to his knees as his henchmen were gobsmacked at what they saw. “I was sure that possessing the latest archetype would ensure me a victory, yet I lost to an ancient archetype.”

“Though modern archetypes tend to be quite powerful, there are a few older ones that have withstood the test in time. Case in point, my Dark World cards.” Astolfo smiled.

That may be the case, but once the seventh series comes out to counter Link monsters, you can kiss your Dark World deck goodbye.

“That said, you played a great game. Now how about fulfilling your end of the deal?”

“Oh, I’ll leave your games alone, but I have no intention to return to that cursed asylum.” Bane smirked under his mask, manipulating a loophole in the agreement. “I’ve still got a country to save.”

“Sorry hun’ but you’ll have to postpone your revolution.” A charming, yet mysterious voice called out the supervillain, alerting him and his henchmen as several smoke grenades detonated in the area, signalling the arrival of the Gotham SWAT team. They surrounded Bane and his men, as a familiar figure emerged from the smoke and gazed at the large man.

“If it isn’t the Cat; I had a hunch you’d oppose us.” Bane broke the ice. “So, I take it the Bat put you up to it?”

Oh, Catwoman’s in this as well. I’m surprised she missed out on Tressa’s recruitment parade in Arkham.

“No, not really. But I couldn’t the generous bounty put on your heads.” Catwoman smirked playfully, as the SWAT agents arrested the henchmen and put them inside the police vans. “Besides, it was awfully nice of the others to gift me their targets.”

“Targets?” Clover interjected, alerting the heroes presence to the antihero.

“I assume she means places to steal from. Banks, museums, jewellery stores, et cetera.” Light answered the question.

“Very good young man. With the rest of the supervillains out of Gotham, I have full access to all the loot lying around in the city.” Catwoman replied, eying up Astolfo. “I gotta say, don’t know much about your little card game, but I’d say you did pretty well.”

Well he won the duel, so you’d expect him to do pretty well. Wait a minute, was she waiting the entire time for these meep merps to finish their game, before reclaiming her prize?

“T-Thanks, but how can I trust you? For all I know, you could be scheming to steal the games from right under our nose.” Astolfo eyed her suspiciously, causing her to chuckle in response.

“I have no interest in dealing with video games, not after how badly the last one went.” Catwoman admitted.

“That game failed because you decided to hog most of the pie to yourself. The rest of us had to fight over the scraps; in fact, it was how Great White Shark got those scars to begin with.” Bane rebutted, attracting the attention of the heroes.

Oh boy, time for more pointless meta commentary to go through. So what was this game that caused Great White Shark to obtain his distinguishing scars?

“What game; did you decide to create a Pokémon fangame set in Gotham City?” Clover inquired.

“Not quite, sweetie. It was an IOS game where the player took on the role as a petty criminal, working to secure the whole of Gotham under their thumb, by employing several supervillains to do your bidding. I served at the tutorial mouthpiece, as it netted me a fair share of the profits.” Catwoman started explaining the situation.

“Riddler served as the starter villain you hired to get you through the early game. The narcissistic freak kept on complaining about how it was an injustice to him, when he should’ve been grateful to get a position in the first place.” Bane added, as the specially-crafted cuffs were placed over his hands.

What these simpletons are talking about is an old IOS game known as Batman: Arkham Underworld, an IOS game where you control some faceless mook and have him build up his criminal empire, Clash of Clans style. The game was pulled off the mobile store in late 2017, meaning that it can’t be played anymore. Why we’re told about some meaningless cashgrab is beyond me, but I assume that Junpei wanted to flaunt his knowledge of Clash of Clans clones.

“While it was nice to recall the past, I’m afraid I don’t have all day to shoot the breeze. I’ll be seeing you around soon.” Catwoman farewelled the heroes, as she and the SWAT team escorted the supervillain to the police van and drove out of the area.

“Well that was an interesting turn of events.” Light commented to the other two. “Shall we report our success to Ame?”

“Sure thing, though we also got to warn her about Catwoman. She may seem friendly, but I know she’s planning something big.” Astolfo replied, with the trio hopping into the car before driving back to the studios.

So sorry about the delay, but I had been swamped with my other fics and I was kinda drained on this fic. Not to worry, since the longer breaks between stories should help me generate more wonderful ideas for them. Having read over Chapter 30, I realised that I forgot to add Marco and his crew to the list, so I’ll do that right away. Speaking of the list, I’ll hold off on putting Catwoman on the list, as her allegiance is a mystery at this point. Have a happy new year, my wonderful readers; I hope 2019 brings much joy to you and your loved ones!

Well no wonder this chapter felt lacking, the author was a lazybones and was dealing with his other story. At least he remembered to add Marco and his crew to the list, though I doubt it’ll do any good. I just hope that the author regained his wind for the next chapters, so I can get some more mockable shit.

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala
Marco
Tarma
Eri
Fio

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins
Commissioner Gordon

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane (Arrested)
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Yasuke Matsuda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
Jesus man what is up with you and all of those waifus! Are you secretly the "Ultimate Pimp"?
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Tue Jun 04, 2019 9:13 am

My sincerest apologies for not updating in a while, but I had a rather nasty stomach bug a week ago, and though it’s mostly gone I still feel a bit sluggish so to speak. That said, oh boy is this chapter something special.

Welcome back to another chapter of the Divine Conspiracy. Now this chapter will be a bit slower than the last one, but it’ll provide some solid content for you all to enjoy. I will warn you that since this chapter will feature the Scarecrow, it’ll delve into the topic of fears. So reader discretion is advised if you aren’t comfortable with the topic of phobias. To make up for it, this chapter will have a lemon in it, that will please the Reborn fans, and all my other fans in general.

Because nothing beats a bone-chilling experience like poorly written smut!

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Warning: There will be a lemon in this chapter

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 32: The Face of Fear

Tsukiji Kongangi: Main Lobby

The main lobby of the temple was unusually quiet, much quieter than it normally was. Word of Bane’s defeat at the hands of the fangame rebels had reached their ears, and nobody was too pleased with the news. Some of the old timers were questioning whether it was worth busting the supervillains out of Arkham to begin with, while others were surprised at just how quickly a man as powerful as Bane got taken out.

These questions and more are what I ask myself after every chapter I mock. I’ve yet to get an answer though.

The only person who seemed to be in a good mood was Yasuke, which was a rare sight from the usually serious man. The man was waiting in the lobby alongside Tressa and a few other agents of the Divine Powers, though for what purpose was only known to him.

“…You seem awfully chipper today.” Tayama raised an eyebrow at the young man.

“Lady Enoshima should be arriving here at any minute now; finally, I can do something asides from pretending to chum it up with the rest of the riff-raff here.” Yasuke replied, his voice tinged with relief. “Good lord, do they annoy me to no end.”

Eh, I’m not as annoyed with them as you are; could be due to the fact that they’re essentially the same asshole, but with a different nametag attached.

“Oh come now, they can’t be that bad.” Pegasus chimed in, with Yasuke laughing dryly in response.

“Not that bad, surely you jest?” Yasuke asked incredulously. “We’ve got common bikers bragging about all the drugs they stole from rival gangs, a bunch of low-level crooks going on and on about all the failed jobs they were a part of, and now we have literal super villains fighting with each other over a case full of money. It’s the opposite of not bad!”

“Well you may want to put your conversation on hold, I see a limo coming up to the door, and boy is it fancy!” Big Smoke called out, peeping through the looking glass. The limousine in question was much longer than a regular limousine and had a sparkling coat of royal blue paint on it. As the car ground to a halt, the door opened, with three figures hopping out of the door before closing it and watching the limo drive off, only for it to explode into thousands of small pieces a minute later, alerting the nearby guards. Yet the three figures weren’t fazed at all, rather they had amused smiles on their faces.

Well I’m glad they enjoyed that explosion, because I sure didn’t. Who the hell would even come up with such an asinine service?!

“How tragic, we could’ve met with an unfortunate end, but we were lucky enough to escape with our lives. Imagine, being at Lady Luck’s mercy everyday…” The male spoke quietly, gazing at the burning wreckage before making his way to the entrance alongside the other two. He was tall, lanky and had wild, spikey white hair and green eyes. He wore a simple white t-shirt, denim jeans and an olive-green jacket with a hoodie on it.

“So long as Big Sis made it out alive, I couldn’t care less what happens to me.” One of the women replied to her companion’s question. She was slightly shorter than the man, and had short black hair, blue eyes and some freckles near her nose. Her outfit was a standard uniform for the Japanese Military, and was full of ammunition, grenades and even a few MREs. However, the most notable feature about the girl was the tattoo of a wolf on the back of her right hand.

“Oh, lighten up! You two need to live a little occasionally.” The girl in the middle retorted, flashing a toothy grin. She had a regal beauty to her, with her strawberry blonde her that was done up into twintails, shiny blue eyes and an amazingly curvaceous body. Her outfit was quite racy, consisting of a black shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, a red miniskirt and a black and white tie that hung loosely around her neck. The trio had soon entered the lobby, and were pleased to see the welcoming party Yasuke had set up.

“Welcome to Tsukiji Kongangi, Lady Junko.” Yasuke greeted his master, bowing before her.

Oh, hey Junko. It’s nice that you’re here and all but I wish Chiaki was here. That aside, I’m betting good money on Junpei blowing his load into her.

“Aw, I knew you’d be ready for Junko-Time!” She grinned, with Tressa walking up towards her.

“Welcome, I am Tressa Colzione, and it’s an honor to finally meet you in person.” Tressa greeted the supermodel, extending her hand.

“I’ve heard of you; you were selected to become a Super High School Level Merchant but got shafted due to a technical error. Good thing too, that academy’s a complete dump.” Junko accepted the handshake, before gesturing to her subordinates. “These two goobers are my assistants; Nagito and Mukuro. Say hi you two!” She pointed out the man and the woman respectively, who waved in response.

Sure, throw her a title exclusive to the absolute best in the field. It’s the least you can do for your Villain Sue after all.

“So, what brings you into our little family? Looking to attain salvation?” Big Smoke inquired.

“Long story short, I grow bored of this world. Nothing crazy happens anymore, it’s just tedious shit every day, over and over again. So, I’m thinking of sending this world into a pit of never-ending despair, and watch the chaos unfold from the new world you lot promise.” Junko explained, her personality shifting to a more crazed one. “Luckily for us, I managed to form a little group to help me achieve my dream, but it’s gonna take a while before anything good happens.”

“Heheheh, I’ve read stories about you, how you work for the same modelling agency that hired Serra. Seems the company has very good taste…” Tayama leered at the young model, his mind already concocting a plan to turn her into his personal sex slave.

Breaking News: Tayama lusts after pretty girl and plans on raping her. In other news, scientists have discovered that Mt. Everest is very cold.

“Hmmm? Oh yeah, I’ve heard of her; Serra Voclain. Man was she amazing. A shame that the agency fired her, but that’s their choice.” Junko commented whimsically.

“Fired, why would they do that if she was one of their major stars?” Pegasus inquired, baffled by what he just heard, with Nagito gesturing him to lean forward.

“Did a bit of research into that myself; seems that the agency she was working for had been infiltrated by some mysterious group, known as the Cult of Kosmos.” Nagito whispered into his new co-worker’s ear.

The Cult of what now? Which villainous group did you decide to insert this time?

I’ve done a bit of research about them; turns out they’re the antagonistic shadowy group from the latest Assassin’s Creed game; Odyssey. And from the existence of Junpei’s Neo Monsters fic, I assume he likes these chumps a lot.


“Nagito, you know that information wasn’t meant for them yet. What if they’re allied with the Cult?” Mukuro whispered harshly into the young man’s ear, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Now, now. You can trust us; we’re not allied with this Cult of…what were they called again?” Big Smoke replied.

“The Cult of Kosmos.” Junko replied, her demanor taking on a more professional approach, as she put on some reading glasses. “They’re a secret organisation that’s been around for a few millennia. They’ve weaved themselves into society everyway possible and intend to take control of the world. In their eyes, they see all of us; the Divine Powers, the angels and demons, Starlight Studios, as enemies to be crushed. Speaking of which, the Cult is planning on waging war against Starlight Studios to destroy their fangames.”

Oh boy, I wonder what their reason is. I bet it has to do with the choice of music.

“What the hell, this Cult sounds awesome!” Tressa flashed a toothy grin, with Junko shaking her head in response.

“No, it’s not what you think. The Cult wants to destroy the fangames, and re-create them to spread pro-Kosmos propaganda, all while taking potshots at the Divine Powers. But the main reason they want the fangames is to release pornographical material depicting the characters, to further bolster their porn-smuggling empire, an enterprise that has netted them millions of dollars, as well as dozens of rare armor sets and weapons dating back to the Peloponnesian War.” Junko corrected her new boss.

In other words, exactly what the Metal Slug group want to do, only this time they’re sort of successful. Being original must be hard for this author when he’s too busy jerking off to Serra.

“Porn you say? Perhaps I can get a piece of two that depict my prize…” Tayama slobbered, drool oozing out of his rancid mouth, to the disgust of the newcomers.

“Ugh! You smell a lot worse than Mukuro!” Junko held her nose in a mixture of jest and disgust. “Which reminds me, you need a bath young lady.”

“Y-Yes sis!” Mukuro smiled, bowing before her leader, earning her a pat on the head.

“Something isn’t right with this scenario; if this Cult of Kosmos is after all of us, why haven’t they made a move yet?” Big Smoke inquired.

Because the author just inserted them without a care in the word about their actual methods/goals.

“That is one thing I’m not sure of; perhaps they’re frightened of the resilient hope that shines in all of Hopes Peak Academy!” Nagito replied boldly, outstretching his arms. “Or they could be waiting for the various factions to tear themselves apart before swooping in for the kill. Whatever works for them.”

“If the Cult is waiting for us to be weakened before striking at us, then we’ll need to double our efforts in defeating the fangame legion and take control over their games before they do! Thank you for telling us this vital information, Miss Enoshima. Rest assured, you’ll be handsomely rewarded for helping us.” Tressa bowed, offering to show the newcomers their rooms.

‘Heh, I think I’m gonna enjoy my time here after all.’ Junko thought to herself, as she and her assistants followed the merchant queen, with the others following closely behind. Though the Divine Powers had a new ally, they also have a new enemy to watch out for.

What enemy?! Tressa could take out Deimos with her eyes closed, she’s that powerful! Stop hyping up random nobodies when you’re only gonna shaft them in favour of your favourite merchant waifu.

Ueno Park: Taitō

Ueno Park was one of the larger parks in the Tokyo prefecture, and was famous for its cherry blossoms that drew in millions during the spring. However, it was quieter than usual today, due to the Japanese government warning citizens to stay indoors until the supervillains from Gotham get apprehended. Despite the warning, Roland and Serra took the opportunity to spend a bit of quiet time together, as they were rewarded with a break off today, though the former had to take a phone call from Astolfo.

Man, with all the breaks and meetings they have, it must be a blast working for Starlight Studios. Speaking of which, I don’t think I’ve told you about where the author got the name from. See, the staff behind Reborn plan on making an RPG of sorts titled Starlight Divide. It’s not that important in the grand scheme of things, but it does show Junpei’s dedication to these games so there’s that.

“I see…well congratulations on the victory, my friend. Here’s hoping that the next few weeks go as smoothly as today did. See ya later!” Roland spoke into the phone before hanging up and putting it away. “My apologies about that.”

“It’s alright, we all get urgent calls at times.” Serra smiled at the young man? “What was it about anyway?”

“Long story short, Astolfo reunited with a couple friends of his, and managed to defeat Bane before he was shortly apprehended. I tell you, I expected a tougher battle given what I heard about him.” Roland answered, with the two of them taking a seat on a nearby bench. “But enough about me, is there anything on your mind?”

“Well there is one thing; I heard that Junko Enoshima has arrived in Tokyo, for a series of new shoots, I assume.” Serra replied. “I remember working alongside her back when I was a model.”

“I see. Did she play a role in costing you your job?” Roland inquired.

Knowing her? Most definitely.

“Not at all, as a matter of fact, the two of us had a pleasant friendship. The two of us had our own styles, and as long as we didn’t copy ideas off each other, we were more than happy.” The beauty queen reminisced on the good times, before a puzzled expression appeared on her flawless face. “Then again, the higher-ups started acting odd a couple months before I got fired.”

“Odd, what do you mean by odd?” Roland asked.

“For one thing, they had more and more secret meetings than they did before. Nothing harmless in the beginning, but then it got suspicious when this strange man started showing up in the studios. I remember he was middle-aged, and that he hailed from the Mediterranean region, possibly Greece, but that’s all I can remember.

Hmmm…we were just told about some group of yahoos from Greece that were mysterious and shit; whoever could’ve been responsible for firing the author’s waifu?

I started asking questions about why the man was showing up, only to get given a warning by my superiors. Soon enough, I became pregnant with Bennett, and they did not like it one bit. I can never forget the look on that mans face as he smiled smugly at my misfortune, as the boss opted to cancel my contract. It happened at the worst time possible, as my ex-husband left without a trace shortly before I was sacked; Junko and the others tried to cheer me up, only for them to get yelled out of the room, with the boss threatening to sack them as well. To this day, I have no idea what had made the boss act like that, but I have an idea on what it could be.” Serra recalled the tragic memory, with Roland wrapping his arm around her.

Because what else could that hastily inserted sob-story be written in for, other than an excuse for Junpei to go all huggy-huggy?

“Don’t worry Serra, I’ll make sure that nobody hurts you like that again.” Roland offered his support, with Serra reaching for his hand and holding it firmly.

“Thanks Roland…” she smiled, resting her head on his chest. “Let’s stay here a little longer.”

Unbeknownst to the lovebirds, the Scarecrow had been stalking them, hiding in one of the bushes nearby. He was furious that Roland was making a move on the woman who awoke those special feelings inside him and opted to punish the man.

Look Scarecrow, it’ll be a lot easier for you to hire a hooker than to stalk this couple for who knows how long.

“Soon, you shall experience all your greatest fears once more; my serum will leave you screaming in agony…” Scarecrow spoke ominously towards Roland under his breath, taking out a handheld dart gun and aimed at the back of Roland’s neck. He pulled the trigger, with the dart flying towards its target and sinking into his flesh, the fear serum now pumping through his blood.

“Ouch!” Roland cried out, reaching towards his neck and pulling the dart out and decided to get a better look at it. “Who would throw darts at people while they’re relaxing?”

“Well whoever they were, they’re not here anymore.” Serra checked the area behind them, finding nobody in the immediate vicinity. “Are you alright Roland?”

“I…I don’t feel so good now…” the young man replied wearily, drowsiness having taken the young man, as he soon slumped forward and collapsed onto the ground, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Shit, Thanos got to him. Oh well, I’ll take good care of Serra for him…

“Roland!” Serra cried out, hopping off the bench to check his vitals, before taking out her phone and began dialling her co-workers, the last thing Roland saw before drifting off into unconsciousness.

The Nightmare

“Ugh…where am I?” Roland asked himself, rubbing his head as he got up off the ground and surveyed the area. He was in an abandoned hospital of sorts, the floors and walls covered in dried blood, kinda like the abandoned hospital that Roland had been in where he was a child and experienced his first traumatic memory.

Ok; so far, so good. Using traumatic moments in a nightmare sounds like what Scarecrow would do.

“Oh no, why did it have to be this place again?” he continued, before opting to go down the darkened corridor, hearing faint sounds beyond the darkness.

The blonde man trudged through the corridor, carefully avoiding the decaying beds and medical equipment lying about the area, when an ear-splitting scream echoed through the halls, a blood curdling scream that could send chills down the spine of even the bravest souls. Roland yelped, jumping in fear upon hearing the scream and started looking around the area quickly, hoping that whatever was making that scream wasn’t nearby. It took the man a while to muster up the courage to continue down the hall, his body tensed up by the sudden scream, before continuing down the shadowy hallway, right towards a large set of double doors.


Someone must’ve had a hangnail ripped out. I can sympathise with them; it’s bloody painful.

He gently and slowly opened the doors before him, only for his jaw to drop and his eyes widen in fear as he stumbled upon a scene out of a horror film.

The room was absolutely slathered in blood, the remnants of several corpses strewn about the area, having been torn apart by something that clearly wasn’t human. The worst thing was that these mangled bodies bore a resemblance to all his Servants of Fate friends that had all participated in the Cryptid War alongside him. Most of them were dead, their wounds indicating that they couldn’t even stand a chance against whatever did this to them. “R…Roly…” A familiar sounding voice cried out, alerting the blond man to the mutilated body of Astolfo, hanging from a pillar by his wrists. His legs and waist had been torn off and consumed by the mysterious monsters, and his intestines were in a messy pile on the floor below him.


What the fuck is this dollar-store creepypasta bullshit?! So much for it being decent; for a Master of Fear, he’s being awfully generic today.

“Astolfo!” Roland cried out, running over to his wounded comrade and tried to help him, only for the pinkette to knock his offer back. “…why? I just want to help you.”

“T-There’s nothing that can be done…*cough*” Astolfo coughed up some blood. “T-They got us all. Chevvie didn’t make it, Boudy didn’t make it. I’m thankful that you survived, but I don’t know how long you’ll last here…”

“Who did this to you? Who?! WHO?!” Roland cried out in fear, but to no avail as Astolfo leave the realm of the living and died. A few small tears fell down his cheeks as Roland wept for the loss of his friends, before a mysterious howl echoed from behind. It was an inhuman howl, the sort of thing a mad beast from hell could only utter. Roland quickly turned around to see what had made the noise, only for his face to pale upon witnessing the origins of the noise.


It was his mother, wasn’t it?

The thing that lay before his eyes looked like a tall human crouching on its legs, possibly around nine to ten feet tall if it were to stand up straight, and was dreadfully emaciated, to the point where its bones were pushing up against its skin. It’s skin was leathery yet tough, and carried a repugnant smell that reeked of decay and rot, and was covered in the dried blood of the things last meal. Its bony hands had fingers that ended in long, sharp claws that could tear through flesh and bone effortlessly and were covered in blood. The creature’s teeth were also covered in blood, presumably from the bloodied lips that it chewed off for some reason. Its eyes were like an inescapable void of darkness, absorbing any light in the area and destroying it instantly, as they were locked onto the young man before it.

Roland was starting to panic now; he was staring directly at one of his greatest fears, the wendigo.


Oh boy, back to memory lane for me. The last time I saw these things in a fanfiction, one of them wore me as a skinsuit and acted like the dumpster baby of Satan and Hitler. Good lord, was that experience a trip and a half.

He had been captured by a small party of them during the Cryptid War and was tortured by the powerful illusion magic from one of the elders. Though he was rescued from their grasp, the trauma stuck with him in his nightmares. Whatever was in that dart must be making him hallucinate this entire dream; regardless, he had to get away now, since he knew that wherever there’s a wendigo, the rest of the hunting party were nearby. He attempted to make a break for it and ran out of the room, with the beast letting out another inhuman howl before pursuing the fleeing target. The sounds of multiple pursuers echoed through the hall, leading Roland to deduce that reinforcements were coming. But he couldn’t stop running, because if there was one thing that was engraved into his mind, it was that wendigo are frighteningly quick, much faster than most modern-day land predators. He ran down corridor after corridor, the hungry horde following closely behind him, waiting for him to slow down. They didn’t have to wait long as Roland tripped over a mouldy pillow and landed face first allowing the wendigo to capture him. However, they didn’t start tearing at him, rather they hoisted him up on his feet and ordered him to enter a nearby room. Not wanting to enrage the bloodthirsty beasts, Roland opened the door and was pushed into the room, only for his eyes to widen once more.

Right in front of him, was what could only be described as an orgy of the damned. All his comrades at Starlight Studios, and the various Gotham supervillains were partaking in the orgy, with a circle of dancing wendigo surrounding the lustful orgy, while thousands of hooded figured in marble masks watched the depraved orgy, a few of them opting to jerk off in their seats.

Ok, now you’re taking the fucking piss, because this is utterly ludicrous! The fact that you had a gruesome nightmare featuring malevolent monsters chasing someone down, only to take them to some spontaneous orgy is goddamn hilarious. If I had to sum up this joke of a story in one paragraph, this will be the one I choose.

Roland surveyed the area and took in all the twisted sights; he saw Batman getting violently sodomised by a strap-on wearing Talia, the Dark Knight bound and gagged to a nearby marble pillar. He saw Catwoman engaging in one-of-a-kind plant sex, courtesy of Poison Ivy, who had supplied the aphrodisiacs for the orgy.

Of course, it’ll be one-of-a-kind; she’s the only one around who can summon plants at her will.

He also happened to catch Harley getting pounded from behind by the Joker and his jolly, who had reached his limit, and began blasting the masked crowd with his cream. To the left of the horny clowns was Two-Face, who was busy humping his Haruhi body pillow, and let out a moan as he blasted his goop onto the pillow. Like the rest of his body, his sperm was burnt on the left side, ensuring that his children would end up like him.

…dare I even ask if that’s possible? I don’t want to be presented philosophical questions about Two-Face’s spunk!

The sights with the Starlight Studios team wasn’t much better; he was watching Bane thrust his meat rapidly into Julia, the peppy cheerleader out of her mind as a result of the aphrodisiacs. He was watching Aya and Hardy take turns blowing the Mad Hatter, who was showing incredible restraint by not using his mind-control devices. He was also watching a scene where Charlotte was getting pounded by Firefly, who was kissing Alice at the same time, with Killer Moth thrusting into the blonde girl. He was watching the Ventriloquist getting an oil massage from Melia, Venam, Saki and Amber, making the man happy.

“This character, and this character fucked, and it was funny because they’re from different franchises, and and…”

There, I summed up this orgy for you all.


Shortly afterwards was the scene where Professor Strange was in the middle of a threesome alongside Amaria and Titania, giving a hi-five to Black Mask, who was also in the middle of a threesome, but was with Valerie and Rosetta. Roland had also just witnessed Ratcatcher thrust his prickle into Aelita, who was passionately kissing Nim, while Maxie Zeus had just got done blasting a big load of his monkey spunk onto Erin’s face, as she and Crescent shared the delicious snack with each other. He had seen Ame cuddling up to a horny Clayface, with Hush and the Great White Shark joining in on the cuddling. Thankfully, none of the younger members were participating, and were busy watching the orgy alongside the villains that chose not to participate, including Mr. Freeze, who was firing his Cryo-Gun into the air, making it snow.

Well at least Shelly is safe from this madness, so there’s that small relief.

But at the center of the madness, as if it were the main event of the hellish orgy, was the Scarecrow pumping his dong into Serra, who seemed to be enjoying the sensation. Roland had a horrified look on his face, and attempted to free her from the orgy, but was pulled back by the wendigo guards, who made him watch the nightmare before his eyes.

Who would’ve thought that Roland’s greatest fear was getting cucked.

Scarecrow noticed the blonde man and winked at him, before gesturing at some of the passive villains to join in on the fun. The Penguin was the first volunteer, waddling up to the scene before plunging his pecker into her ass, causing Serra to gasp as she soon felt the sensation of thick meat in her mouth, as the Riddler had inserted his Riddler Trophy into her oral cavity, and was rewarded with a wicked blowjob. A minute later, both Killer Croc and Ra’s al Ghul walked up to the scene but opted to jerk off since there wasn’t much room for them. The blonde man watched in horror as the five villains of Gotham had their way with Serra, despite her not minding it one bit, though that could be a side effect of the aphrodisiacs. It went on for ten more minutes before everyone in the room had reached their limit, cumming at the same time, with Roland as the target. He was covered in a wide variety of liquids; cock broth, mayonnaise, tartar sauce, Nuka-Cola, cock snot, jizz, cream, spunk, you name it, he got basted in it.

That’s the most diverse money-shot I’ve ever seen…I guess there is something to this representation thing after all.

“Now that the main course has been covered in cream, it is time for the feast!” Scarecrow called out, ordering the wendigo guards to tear at the young man, laughing at the grizzly fate that he was experiencing. Roland kept screaming and screaming, hoping that he would wake up from this nightmare, but all that happened was the sound of the wendigo digging into his stomach and tearing out his organs, before a sudden explosion rocked the area.

Oh I get it; Michael Bay was behind this dream the entire time.

Nightmare over

“GAAAHHH!!” Roland screamed, sitting up and began patting his stomach and breathed in relief upon noticing the lack of wounds. The young man noticed that he was in the medical room for Starlight Studios and saw that several members of Starlight Studios were there, all of them relieved that their friend survived his ordeal.

“Finally, you’re awake!” Serra sighed in relief, gently hugging the blonde man who was still shaking slightly from what he went through.

“W-What happened? How’d I get here?” Roland asked.

“Miss Voclain informed us all about what happened while the two of you were out; from what the tests show, you had been under the influence of a hallucinogenic drug that was injected into your bloodstream via the dart you were struck with.” Dr. Connal informed the young man, reading through the test results. “You had been in the trancelike state for approximately 8-10 hours.”

Damn, that orgy went for 8 hours? What kind of Viagra cocktail were they on to last that long?!

“And it was the worst time of my life; it was horrible I tell you. I was chased by a pack of wendigo that had mauled my friends, and they dragged me to this twisted orgy where all of you were having sex with the Gotham supervillains, and you all covered me in your goo, before I was subsequently mauled to death. I tell you, that nightmare just so happened to feature all my fears; abandoned hospitals, wendigo, and orgies.” Roland recalled, his last comment piquing interest in his allies.

Orgies? I get the other two, but why orgies? Does it tie into your secret fear of cuckoldry?

“All your fears? Isn’t that the modus operandi of one of the villains we were tasked to apprehend?” Astolfo asked outloud.

“Yes, I believe you’re referring to the Scarecrow, former alias Dr. Jonathan Crane.” Ame replied, bringing out her PDA and checking up on it.

“I went to the same university as Dr. Crane. Funnily enough, it was also the same place that Professor Strange and Victor Fries attended.” Dr. Connal chuckled lightly in an amused manner.

“Well that explains how you ended up thinking that Electroconvulsive therapy was a smart idea…” Charlotte commented snidely, as the door soon opened once more and attracted everyone’s attention.

Evidently, they care about the door more than Roland. Can’t say I blame them.

“Sorry we’re late, we had a bit of trouble while we were out for dinner. Good to see that Roland’s recovered from his hallucination.” Amaria smiled, her arm around Titania’s shoulder, the latter carrying a small box in her hands.

“Some asshole in a hooded robe and mask decided it would be a wonderful idea to spy on us, so I taught him a lesson on why you don’t spy on us.” Titania answered nonchalantly, handing the wooden box over to Ame, an opened letter on top of it. “I found this on him, checked the letter for anything useful, seems that we may have a new enemy watching us, since this doesn’t look like something the Divine Powers would pull.

And now the fangame people are aware of the Cult, thus cementing their status as punching bags for the heroes to defeat.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Amy and I have some business we need to attend to…” She continued, giving Amaria a look that the teal-haired lady had been hoping for, for some time now.

“Oh my…” Amaria purred playfully. “I’ll be looking forward to tonight then.” She replied, with the two lovers making their leave as Ame opted to read the opened letter she had been given.

Balbok

You had been tasked with keeping an eye on two members of the fangame rebellion; Titania Andersen and Amaria Fiore in particular. Intelligence has detected that they’ll be at the designated restaurant where you’re stationed at. Learn what you can about the fangames, particularly the location of the master games. Act discreetly, you know the fate that befell the last person that displeased the Sage.

The Eyes see all

E.


And given this dude was knocked out while on reconnaissance, you may want to teach him a thing or two about this discretion, Mr. E.

“What on earth was that mother?” Alice inquired, peeking over Ame’s shoulder to read the letter.

“I don’t know, but I’ll have Adrienn check it out tomorrow. I’ll deal with what’s in this box tomorrow as well.” Ame answered. “In the meantime, let’s give Roland some time to himself for the night.”

Everyone agreed to the idea and left the room so that Dr. Connal can continue keeping an eye on Roland as he laid back down on the bed.

Amaria and Titania’s room: Later that night

Oh right, the lemon. For a moment I thought the orgy was the lemon, thus sparing us all of this bargain-bin erotica.

The two lovers had returned to their room, tuckered out from the events of the day. They still had enough energy in them to have some personal fun with each other, and it would be some well earnt fun. However, Amaria still had a couple questions about that letter she and Titania found on the eerie figure.

“Tania, who do you think that masked man was spying for?” Amaria asked, cuddling up to her lover.

The letter said that he was spying for a Mr. E. Mind you, I have no clue on who E is, but I assume that he’s part of some crappy James Bond knock-off film.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that it would be the Divine Powers. Otherwise we would’ve been apprehended by now.” Titania answered, accepting the cuddle. “Call me cynical, but I suspect the man to be affiliated with Plasma Tech, to ensure that we don’t break the terms of the contract.”

“I don’t think so; Ghetsis may be a money-hungry businessman, but spying doesn’t seem like something he’ll do.” Amaria knocked back the idea. “Perhaps one of the traitors hired them?”

“A possibility, after all they act as a separate group from the Divine Powers. It wouldn’t surprise me if that weasel Fern hired him to ruin our night out.” Titania considered the idea momentarily, before a sudden realisation appeared in her mind. “What if the man isn’t affiliated with any of our current enemies, rather they’re in cahoots with an entirely different group altogether?”

“Why would you say that?” Amaria wanted an answer.

“Think of what the letter said; it mentioned a person dubbed the Sage. As far as I know, none of our enemies have ‘Sages’ so to speak.

True, but Plasma Tech, or more accurately Team Plasma has the Seven Sages. Now we just need to fond out which one’s the pervert; my money’s on Zinzolin.

And then there was that ending, ‘the Eyes see all’, the calling card of an international spy ring?” Titania provided the answer, before casting it aside. “But that can wait for tomorrow, we’ve got more important matters to attend to…”

“I’ve been waiting for this for quite some time now…” Amaira purred playfully, resting her head on her lovers’ shoulder.

“Who gives a shit about the presence of a new menace, the author is horny and wants us to fuck, so we’ll fuck!”

Lemon starts here. If you don’t like it, you can skip it.

Amaria and Titania embraced each other and started kissing each other passionately, the harmonious union of water and steel becoming a reality after all these years. They slowly rubbed each other’s back with their smooth, supple hands, the cool touch refreshing their body and spirit. The two lovers intensified their kiss, their tongues infiltrating each other’s mouths and rubbed up against one another. They soon broke off to recover their breath and started undressing themselves to show their significant other their body.

Amaria had stripped down to her teal lace bra, and her matching teal lace panties, her body on full display. She had an appealingly slender figure, with average to slightly large breasts, and a nice supple backside that was enhanced by her lovely legs. Titania had finished taking off her clothes, leaving her in her red lace bra and red lace panties. She had an amazingly curvaceous figure, with large, supple breasts and a very plump backside, slightly larger than Adrienn’s backside, and was topped off with luscious legs.

This may be a running joke, but I don’t care; you two are lookin’ might fine…

The look in both their eyes indicated that they liked what they see. Soon enough, the began kissing and cuddling each other, with Amaria gently squeezing her lover’s frim ass.

“Heh, someone’s a little frisky tonight.” Titania showed a bemused smiled and started to kiss Amaria’s soft neck, eliciting a small moan from the teal-haired maiden.

“C-can you blame me? I’m spending the night with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Amaria replied to Titania’s comment, her hands reaching for the redhead’s bra and began unbuckling it with ease, letting it fall to the side as she began kissing the soft breasts that lay before her eyes. Her lips stimulated the smooth nipples, sending shivers up Titania’s spine, who tightened her grip on her lover in response to the foreplay.

“That’s a good girl…” Titania complimented Amaria, gently running her fingers through her silky teal hair before lowering them to begin attacking the straps that kept her breasts nice and secure. Amaria realised what her lover was doing, and began licking and squeezing Titania’s breasts, causing the redhead to yelp in surprise as a new wave of intoxicating pleasure ran through her body.

Well at least you two are happy; meanwhile I’m on the verge of scooping my eyes out with a spoon to save myself from this mindless drivel.

Amaria’s slippery tongue slid all over the luscious breast, giving special attention to the nipple, while her fingers caressed the rest of the breast, the cool sensation arousing both participants even further. Despite the wave of oppressive pressure, Titania was able to unbuckle Amaria’s bra, revealing her tantalising breasts to the world, with the redhead gently pushing Amaria back down on the because, the teal haired maiden letting out a playfully yelp in response. “Now it’s my turn to repay the favor…”

If it’s me who’s getting the favour, there are several ways you can make it up to me.

“Oh my…” Amaria replied, letting out a blissful moan as Titania gave her lover the same treatment as before, kissing and caressing the supple breasts that laid before her eyes. Amaria brought Titania closer into an embrace, running her hands up and down Titania’s back to give her a one of a kind massage, just how she likes it. Titania hummed to herself in bliss; she had always loved Amaria’s back massages, and tonight was no different. So she opted to repay the favor by slowly licking Amaria’s aroused nipple, the blue haired woman moaning cutely in response. “A-Ah!” Amaria gasped in bliss as her body was wracked with an amazing sensation, her legs rubbing up against each other to ward off the growing desire in her crotch. Titania had felt Amaria’s sub-conscious movements and paused momentarily, her eye catching the growing wet patch on her panties. Realising that she too was feeling a burning desire down there, Titania opted for a change of plans.

“Why don’t we take it up a notch?” Titania suggested, turning around to face Amaria’s crotch, swaying her hips seductively near Amaria’s face. That was all Amaria needed, as she yanked Titania’s panties down and began fingering the moist pussy before her eyes, her other hand firmly gripping her plump ass. Not wanting to be left out, Titania lowered her lovers’ panties and began fingering the insanely wet pussy, her fingers drenched in a copious amount of pre-cum.

Joy, I wonder what beverage they’re gonna call their spunk. Since Nuka-Cola’s already been taken, I’m gonna say Sunset Sarsaparilla.

“Y-Yes! That’s the stuff!” Amaria moaned in bliss, her body thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Titania’s nimble fingers in her freshly-baked pie. However, Amaria wasn’t satisfied with a simple fingering; she wanted to taste her lovers delectable pie, so she leant in closer and began licking the sweet pussy, causing Titania to sigh in bliss as the tongue gently caressed her wet folds.

This new wave of pleasure encouraged Titania to follow Amaria’s example, so she too began licking the tasty pie before her, her tongue now coated in Amaria’s tasty juices. Her pre-cum tasted like freshly picked blueberries, an ingredient in Titania’s favorite type of ice-cream; Blue Moon Ice-Cream.

This is…interesting, mainly due to how minor of a shout out this is. See, there’s a point fairly late in the game where if you give Titania some Blue Moon Ice-Cream, a very rare healing item, you gain a few relationship points with her, which is a rare occurrence in of itself. Mind you, the fact that it’s being used to describe the taste of cum is abhorrent, but it’s par for the course, for Junpei.

This exhilarating taste encouraged Titania to prode her tongue deeper into Amaria’s pussy, hoping to get a better taste. “T-Tania!” Amaria cried out in bliss, her body shivering slightly in response to the pleasurable sensation, as she too got a taste of her lovers pre-cum. It tasted a lot like strawberries and cream, a simple snack that she loved dearly.

The two lovers continued their passionate time, trying to see which of them can last the longest. Amaria attempted to gain the upperhand, her hand delivering a few light smacks to Titania’s juicy ass before proceeding to prod at her sensitive asshole, catching the redhaired maiden off-guard with the surprise assault. “Oh, that’s it.” Titania called out playfully, opting to finger Amaria’s asshole in retaliation, causing the teal haired maiden to gasp loudly in response.

Evidently, the word for the day in this lemon is maiden…

“Ah-Ah, I’m so close!” Amaria whimpered, her body struggling to not give in to the amazing pleasure. Titania was on the edge as well, her hands trembling slightly as she too felt the urge to release her desires. The pair were able to hold on for another couple minutes, before they succumbed to their carnal desires, moaning loudly in unison as they came all over the bed, their juices combining to form one sexy sundae.

There’s nothing sexy about this sundae, hun.

However, they still had enough energy for one more act, with Amaria reaching under the bed to retrieve their box of sex toys, which were ready and clean for tonight.

“Are you planning what I think you’re planning, Amy?” Titania asked, as Amaria retrieved a specially made strap-on from the box. She spent the next minute putting the device on, making sure that the special vibrator was nice and snug in her moist pussy.

Oh boy, a strap-on. Now you know things are gonna be tense.

“Yes, I am, Tania. I know this is a favorite of yours.” Amaria smiled, turning on the vibrator and started rubbing the tip of the thick strap-on against Titania’s wet pussy, sliding it in effortlessly. The teal haired maiden began pumping the strap-on in and out of her lovers’ pussy, her hips moving in swift, fluid motions. Titania moaned sweetly, a rare thing for the usually serious woman to do; she didn’t care much for the device to be honest, but she did love how Amaria was in charge for the moment. The though of her usually calm lover embracing her inner desires and take control of the situation was an intoxicating experience that the redhaired maiden thoroughly enjoys.

I don’t know if that’s how their sexual roleplay works, I haven’t met the people whom Ame based the characters off of. And even if I did, I doubt they’ll tell me about their sex life. What I will say is that I’m surprised the author hasn’t taken any dips into first person perspective in this lemon. I guess he finds it hard to insert himself into lesbians.

Amaria on the other hand, was busy thrusting into her lover, her hands tightly gripping Titania’s waist, as the blue haired maiden opted to dish out a few more gently smacks, causing Titania to sigh in bliss. Amaria was about to deliver another smack, but soon felt a trickle fall down her leg, the teal haired maiden looking down and saw a trail of pre-cum oozing down her supple leg, a sign that she was about to cum once again. Realizing this, Amaria opted to thrust harder than before, in an effort to get her lover to cum as well.

“I see you’re on the verge as well, Amy?” Titania commented, revealing that she too was about to cum again, a few thin trails of cum oozing out of her pussy. The duo continued their harmonious dance of passion, their bodies aching to unleash their desires all over the bed. Luckily, they wouldn’t have to wait any longer, as both women moaned in unison as their juices oozed onto the bed once more. Amaria took the strap-on off her body and cast it aside, as she and Titania snuggled up to each other under the now stained sheets.

Now that they’re done, they can go to sleep. Just like how all sexual encounters end in shitty fanfictions.

“Wow…that was amazing. Thank you, Tania.” Amaria smiled, kissing her lover on the lips.

“No need to thank me, Amy. I thoroughly enjoyed our time tonight. Besides, I needed a break like this after all the shit we’ve been through these last few months.” Titania replied, with the two lovers drifting off to sleep shortly after their passionate time, unaware that someone had been peeping on them the whole time. Astolfo had been watching the two women make love to each other and had pleasured himself during the act, his hand now covered in his tasty splooge, which he licked off his hand.

Great job making your main protagonist likable, Junpei you incompetent twit!

“Mmmm, tasty.” Astolfo licked his lips, enjoying the taste of his cum as he let out a quiet yawn. “Ahhhh, better get back to bed.” He mused to himself, closing the door and making his way to his room.

So how was that, my little worshippers of fear. I, the Rider of Black, hoped that you all got quite the scare out of this terrifying chapter. But it will not be the last, as the Scarecrow will make more appearances in later chapters. Speaking of which, the next chapter will have the Angels of Aevium wage war against a familiar enemy, or so they think. Stay tuned for the next thrilling chapter, peeps!

Terrifying; that dream was the complete opposite of terrifying! Who on earth told you that a wendigo-Batman-Pokémon orgy was terrifying? If anything, that lemon at the end was more frightening, due to how boring it was. Anyway, I’ll see you all in the next chapter; hopefully it isn’t as stupid.

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala
Marco
Tarma
Eri
Fio

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins
Commissioner Gordon

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Shesha
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Tressa Colzione/The Matriarch
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane (Arrested)
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Junko Enoshima
Yasuke Matsuda
Mukuro Ikusaba
Nagito Komaeda
Yuuto Akimaya

The Traitors:
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Ren
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)

The Waifu Army:
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Thu Jun 13, 2019 1:09 am

Following that messy failure in the art of scaring people, allow me to show you all a stunningly bad Ren-tcon, and yes, the pun was intended.

Welcome back to the next chapter everyone, and boy you’re in for a real treat tonight! This chapter will mark the debut of a new antagonistic team, however they’ll have a limited presence in this fic, as I plan on having them be the main antagonists of the sequel to this fic. Yes, you read that correctly, there will be a sequel to this amazing fic, and it’ll have some veterans from this fic make a return as well. But I can’t get too carried away, I’ve got a chapter to write.

You’ve got to be kidding me, there’s a sequel in the works?! Fuck, I bet you all it’ll be the same shit as before, but with another shadowy group of villains to bash.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 33: Surprising Ren-velation

Tsukiji Kongangi: Cafeteria

“Preposterous!” The Riddler snapped, throwing his newspaper on the table in anger. “How could Bane lose to some card-playing brainlet?! If I were in his shoes, I would’ve trounced that pipsqueak.”

The power of shitty writing saved his ass.

“His loss, though unfortunate, means nothing in the long run. I have already analyzed our foes and have formulated a new strategy that would ensure our victory in the long run.” Professor Strange mused, his cold gaze focusing on the flyers taped to the opposite wall. “A few more sacrifices will be needed to ensure my plans success. May I suggest throwing Calendar Man to the wolves?”

And what on earth are your plans exactly; creating some super prison to arrest those who play Pokémon fangames?

“I hear you; bastard has no tactical worth whatsoever. Makes me wonder why Joker opted to bring him along.” Deathstroke chimed in twirling his sword in the air.

“I thought it would be funny having him bit the big one early into our escapades. Unfortunately, he’s more of a downer than the Bats…” The Joker defended himself, clearly regretting his choice. “By the way, anyone know where Scarecrow went off to the other day?”

“I dunno, somethin’ to do with his fear serum or—” The Penguin began, before the doors abruptly opened. “And speaking of the devil…”

“Hey Crow-Boy! How’s it hangin’?” Joker called out, before devolving into a cackling fit as usual.

At least you’re able to enjoy this shit…

“The test was a success; the enemy had succumbed to his fears, the same ones that keep his mind racing at night.” Scarecrow answered, showing off a vial of his latest batch of fear toxin to the crowd. “With this at our disposal, the intrepid “heroes” will be reduced to naught but shattered wrecks, their minds consumed by fear.”

“…so does that mean I get to keep the money?” Penguin inquired, his eyes glistening with greed.

“Provided you’re the one who hands Tressa her precious games then yes, you can keep the money. However, I care little for such an arbitrary amount of cash; I prefer the bloodcurdling screams of my test subjects, driven mad by my serum.” The Scarecrow replied, sending chills down the pudgy man’s spine.

Well yeah, but all those chemicals you use don’t exactly grow on trees mate.

“Me? I prefer to see it as a meeting of the minds; my superior intellect, against those of the fangame-addled mongoloids.” The Riddler puffed his chest, bragging to the crowd. “I played those games and I was sorely disappointed in them. Their riddles were easier to solve than a child’s jigsaw puzzle.”

Oh yeah, like that one puzzle that took an advanced program 5 or so minutes to solve using over five million moves. Yes, that is an actual thing in the game, don’t be surprised.

“You can have your little riddles, I tried it out for the thrill of a difficult battle, and I wasn’t disappointed.” Deathstroke admitted, before the doors slammed open, an infuriated Tayama storming into the room.

“WHO’S RESPONSIBLE THIS?!?!?!” He bellowed, his fists flailing in the air. “Who dares awaken my wrath.”

Who, the author of this dreck? That’ll be Rider of Black, also known as Junpei.

“Take it easy mate—” Deathstroke spoke up.

“Shut it! Somebody’s eyeing up my prize, and I want to know the fuckface responsible for the crime!” Tayama roared, his face pale with raw anger.

“A prize? Did one of us lay claim to a score you were planning to acquire? How fascinating. Of course, with your temper, I question whether you would’ve succeeded in acquiring it in the first place.” Professor Strange chimed in.

“I don’t care about some shitty-ass score; I care about some asshole laying claim to what’s rightfully mine!” Tayama hissed, leaning closer towards the supervillains. “One of you is lusting after Serra.”

Can this dumbass go five minutes without bringing up his waifu?! And no, I’m not talking about Tayama.

“The model chick? Ha, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the lads here were eying her up.” The Penguin chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up you smarmy fatass! Serra is my prize, and my prize only! I won’t let any of you creeps lay a single finger on her.” Tayama snarled at the villains, who all laughed derisively at the bespectacled simpleton. “W-What’s so funny?!”

“You say that this woman’s a prize, yet I highly doubt you have the intellect to win such a prize. After all, I, The Riddler, am the only one here capable of solving this enigma and securing me the prize.” The Riddler bragged once more, oblivious to the dark look Scarecrow was firing at him.

Don’t tell me Riddler’s throwing his hat into the Serra ring as well…

“Piss off! I eat punks like you for breakfast.” Tayama retorted, crossing his arms. “I’ll be honest with you; I don’t trust the lot of ya. You may dress up in different costumes, but you’re all the same; greedy, thieving bastards who take what’s rightfully mine!”

It was then that the Scarecrow slowly but surely walked towards Tayama, the bespectacled man eying up the villain dangerously. “Why the hostility; scared of losing her to another man, like her ex-husband Dio?”

“That swine is not worthy of her!” Tayama snorted.

“True, but that doesn’t mean you are as well…” The Scarecrow continued, briefly walking back and forth before confronting the man once more.

In that case, you aren’t as well. I kinda feel bad for the woman, being stuck with several choices for a husband that sucks ass.

“I’ve read up on you and discovered some most troubling rumors…”

“Rumors? Oh boy this is gonna be great!” The Joker grinned, leaning in towards the duo. “Oh I do love my unverified jokes.”

“They say that you’ve had a few…run-ins with some younger girls. Naturally, a person like you would be terrified if the public finds out about it, especially since you’re nothing short of Tokyo royalty. So you isolated this woman and homed in on her in order to mask your true desires, your hidden fear. You’re scared about the consequences of your deplorable crimes being brought in the public eye, scared about the vilification you’ll face, and most of all, scared about losing the only source of pleasure you can muster in this terrifying world.” The Scarecrow spoke to Tayama, his icy voice sending chills down everyone’s spines. “How close am I, to the truth?”

Tokyo royalty? Give me a break; the guy’s a slimy crime lord who everyone hates, even the damned demons roaming Tokyo! A bit of bad press wouldn’t ruin his already fractured image.

Tayama chose not to respond; rather he gave one more glare to the villains before storming out of the cafeteria, the other villains having amused smirks on their faces. “Now that, was hilarious. Did any of you catch the look on his face?” The Joker cackled, breaking down into another fit of laughter.

“I hear you, that spineless weasel fled like a bloody coward. How he became the crime boss of this city is a mystery to me.” The Penguin added. “On the plus side, it’ll be easy for my boys to mooch in on his territory.”

“One thing’s for sure, he’ll be against us in the inevitable civil war. I’ll crush him like a toothpick.” Deathstroke declared, his fist clenched tightly.

Civil war, is the author really going to pull that card so soon?

“Quite right. However, now’s not the place for talk about this war. Perhaps it’ll be best to wait for the next meeting until we bring it up. In the meantime, I suggest going about with your usual business.” Professor Strange replied, with all the villains present doing just that.

Southern section of the Shibuya District

The Angels of Aevium were busy exploring the Shibuya district, following up on rumors about gang activity committed by thugs employed by the Penguin. Nim decided to come along on the mission, a decision the other girls welcomed with open arms.

And we’re back to the author’s pet faction of waifus. Took him a little longer than I expected, but I guess he was that invested in his wendigo nightmare orgy.

“According to this readout, Mr. Cobblepot has an extensive criminal history. Weapons dealing, extortion, larceny, the list goes on. Despite his short stature, he’s incredibly skilled with his arsenal of umbrella guns, so caution is advised.” Nim informed her companions.

“Thanks for the heads up. Though I doubt he’ll be there himself, it never hurts to err on the side of caution.” Saki commented. “That said, I wonder what they’re doing here in Ashura-Kai territory. I thought they were allies.”

“I assume they’re muscling in on Tayama’s territory. Not that I can blame them for wanting to distance themselves from that degenerate.” Melia coolly replied, piquing the others interest.

If everyone hated the guy this much, then why’d they ally with him in the first place?

“How bad is he?” Aelita inquired, leaning closer to the graceful blonde.

“I attended a meeting with a few others to negotiate a peace treaty with the Ashura-Kai. The nasty freak kept leering at Shelly, mentally undressing the cutie with his perverted gaze. Poor girl was left trembling with fear after that encounter.” Melia recalled the story, with the other maidens having looks of sympathy on their faces.

While it does suck that Shelly was put through that much shit, he wasn’t exactly homing in on her specifically during that meeting.

“That poor sweetheart; I ought to give her a cuddle when we get back…” Venam chimed in, cuddling up to her lover, with Melia accepting it. A few minutes later, they arrived at a small park, where they were shocked to see a familiar face tied to the tree.

“Ugggh…I-Is that you Melia?!” The young man called out, only for the blonde to storm up to him and slap his cheek harshly. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“Save it, Ren! It’s bad enough that you made those horrid dakimakuras; but to lure us into a trap?!” Melia snapped at him, the Angels glaring dangerously at him.

It’s a risky trap if he’s willing to tie himself up in a demon-infested city.

“D-Dakimakuras?! I would never do such a thing, honest!” Ren protested, squirming under the rough rope tying him down.

“Don’t lie to us; you confessed on camera when you and your buddies decided to defect to Krishna’s side.” Erin retorted, crossing her arms.

“D-Divine Powers? W-Why would I join those freaks?!” Ren rebutted, before sighing deeply. “Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I would never do any of those things. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

Well who else was it that confessed to making those dakimakuras? I might want to arrange a…business meeting with them.

“A liar to the end, and this is the end for you.” Crescent declared, making her way to the young man, only for Nim to raise a hand in the air. “What seems to be the matter now?”

“Call me crazy, but I think he’s not lying.” Nim chimed in, attracting their attention.

“Well if he’s telling the truth, then who did make those pillows?” Amber asked out loud.

“Ask and you shall receive…” An ominous voice called out, as what appeared to be a perfect replica of Ren stepped out of the shadows, surprising the angels.

If you were hoping to have them kill the real Ren off, then you revealed yourself a bit too early, chump.

“What the—who are you and why do you look exactly like Ren?!” Venam demanded an answer, with ‘Ren’ chuckling ominously in response.

“Though I may look like him, I am not the Ren you see tied to the tree. I am however, the one responsible for manufacturing and selling those dakimakuras you so eloquently complained about.” ‘Ren’ sneered, before pressing a button on his watch, which caused his Ren disguise to fade as the figure revealed its true identity. He was a tall, stocky man, with short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a Mediterranean skin complex. His outfit was naught but a black, hooded robe. “I am Balbok, secret agent of the Cult of Kosmos. We shall profit off of your bodies whether you like it or not!”

Is that the best you can do, slap a mask on some preset Greek man and brand him as a cultist? I’m not sure how the Cult recruits their agents, but I doubt they just pluck them off the streets.

“Cult of what now; don’t tell me Krishna hired another bunch of flunkies to deal with us…” Erin signed in annoyance.

“Oh no, no, no. the Cult has no affiliation with the Divine Powers. We’re an entirely different beast that wishes to destroy society and rebuild it in the name of chaos. As we speak, tons of Pokémon fangame pornography is being flooded onto the market, while the profits flow into our coffers. You’ll never stop us!” Balbok grinned evilly, with several masked figures in hooded robes joining their leader from the same shadows he emerged from.

…So are these fools allied with the Metal Slug girls or not? Because they have the same damned goal in regard to making money off of porn!

“But why masquerade as Ren? What purpose did it serve you and your cult?!” Melia demanded an answer, with Balbok chuckling harshly.

“The Cult had tasked me with infiltrating the Divine Powers; I had overheard rumors about a few members of your studios attempting to defect, so I kidnapped Ren, stole all his Pokémon, and disguised myself as him, before joining up with the other traitors and infiltrating their massive temple. I have to say my time there has been a hoot; that small merchant girl is displeased with Krishna and seeks revenge on him. A tasty civil war is brewing in the Divine Powers, all thanks to the Cult of Kosmos!” Balbok explained, removing Ren’s Pokéball belt and tossing it by his feet.

Let me guess, they were the one’s who also convinced Jaern to initiate the betrayal in the first place? I may be wrong, but with how predicable the author is, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“So Ren never had any intentions of betraying us, rather he was caught up in some asshole’s scheme…” Nim deduced the situation, with the young man nodding profusely.

“Y-Yeah, I would never betray Melia’s trust!” Ren stated, wiggling under the ropes before proceeding to break free, scooping up his Pokéballs and running over to the Angels.

“You know, it’s funny…I’ve heard stories about the Angels of Aevium, and seeing you in action all those weeks ago, I can’t help but get horny over the prospect of me and my Cult buddies toying with your bodies. You were all blessed with young, supple bodies; the type that’ll drive anybody wild with lust. I can’t help but want to fuck your brains out!” Balbok leered at the girls, brandishing a small axe as the other cultists moved in close and drew their own weapons. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! Live or dead, you will be fuck by me yo fucking bitches!”

Well I’m glad Aspasia is progressive enough to recruit faceless rapists into her cult. Jokes aside, are you fucking serious Junpei?! How many times are you going to rehash the same stock antagonists just so you can jerk off to your wet dreams about your crew of sexy badasses killing all those who you don’t like?!

“Stay back Ren, we’ll deal with these creeps!” Saki called out to the young man, who promptly retreated a safe distance away from the area so as to not get in their way, with the Angels bringing out their own special weapons. Suddenly, several cultists bumrushed the young girls in an attempt to scare them, yet they were barely fazed by the pathetic attack.

Of course, they charge at them aimlessly so they can get killed by the heroes without breaking a sweat. Why do I even bother at times?

Melia swiftly dove towards a cultist and decapitated the tosser with her katana, balancing the head on the weapons edge before flicking it away, with Venam plunging her twin butterfly knives into another cultists face, killing him instantly. Meanwhile, Amber had plunged her hand axe into a cultists back, the red-hot blade setting the enemy alight as they tried to roll on the ground to put the fire out. A cultist was about to stab the redhead, but was clobbered by a swift blow via Saki and her gilded morning star, with Balbok displeased at how things were turning out.

“Put your all into it, you louts!” he hissed, the cultists intensifying their rampage against the Angels.

So are these the brainwashed soldiers the Cult enlisted, or are they the masked adepts that work behind the scenes? Because if it’s the latter, then that explains why they’re getting their ass handed to them.

Aelita had just finished subjugating a lone cultist, her cestus granting protection to both her hands and forearms, when another cultist attempted to tackle her to the ground. She dodged the attack and kicked him hard, sending him falling to the ground where he was picked off by a shot from Nim and her crossbow, the young girl having climbed up a short roof to gain the high ground. Erin held her trident and took aim, throwing it at a cultist who gasped in pain when the prongs plunged into his chest, the white-haired maiden pressing a button on her left gauntlet, activating a mechanism in which chains reeled in the weapon, dragging the goon towards her, and was welcomed with a punch that sent him flying to the ground. A few cultists had surrounded Crescent, perverted leers on their faces, as she sighed in boredom.

“Your funeral then.” She told them, bringing out her naginata and plunging a blade into the stomach of an enemy cultist, killing them instantly.

How nice of all the Angels to have their specific weapon for battle, despite the fact that very few, if any would resort to such crude tactics in their home game.

The rest of the cultists attempted to rush at her and tackle her to the ground, only for Crescent to spin around and bisect the fools, creating quite the mess. This had surprised Balbok, given that he intended for things to end in his favor, though he still had some cultists in the fight.

“Don’t give in; lest the Chosen One deals with you personally.” Balbok encouraged his troops, the mere mention of this Chosen One eliciting fear in the surviving cultists.

Why? Knowing this author, he’ll have the intelligence of a mindless goat, and have similar attack strategies to boot.

A pair of Kosmos cultists ran at Melia with their arms outstretched, and were decapitated for their efforts, with Aelita decking another cultist in the face and kicking him aside. A cultist leapt out of a nearby window, wielding a metal pipe and let out some sort of battlecry before charging towards Erin, waving his pipe wildly. Unfortunately for him, he tripped over a dead body and landed face first into Erin’s trident, creating quite the nasty mess. She slid her weapon out of the dead cultist and threw it towards another one, with the cultist getting shot in the back with an arrow as well. Meanwhile, Amber had just finished cleaving a cultists head with her axe, before yanking it out of the body and throwing it at another cultist, slumping down on to the ground and distracting another cultist, who was promptly bludgeoned by Saki for his trouble. Enraged at the loss of his cultists, Balbok let out a mighty roar before charging towards Melia, only for Venam to intercept the attack and assault Balbok with a barrage of slashes and stabs, the beefy man roaring in pain several times before passing on from this world as a result of blood loss. The remaining cultists were now terrified and ran away from the area, with the Angels celebrating their victory over the tossers.

If this was meant to highlight just how threatening the Cult of Kosmos is, then they’re the most pathetic enemies so far. There was no strategy they had in mind, aside from raping everything in sight, opting to mindlessly charge in battle. But what’s arguably worse is that if they’re the villains for the next fic, then that means that it’s likely set during the events of AC Odyssey, which raises more questions than I care to answer.

“So, err…is it safe to come out now?” Ren inquired, arriving back on the scene, only to step back in surprise upon seeing all the dead bodies.

“Oh Ren…” Melia called out, running up to the guy and gave him a friendly hug. “I’m so glad your alright. I was so angry at you for those pillows, yet you weren’t the one responsible…” she continued, shortly breaking the hug off afterwards.

“If anything, I should be the one apologizing; I put you through more hardship than any of you deserve.” Ren replied, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “That said, I was approached by that Jaern fellow before his betrayal. I turned him down, since I didn’t want to ruin my potential career. Oh, I was also able to snag this letter from that Balbok guy earlier, so it may be of some use.”

How? When? I don’t care, I want nothing more to do with these Idiots of Kosmos and the sooner they’re gone, the better.

“Give me that.” Nim asked politely, with Ren opting to do so, as the young girl opened the letter and read it in her mind. “Oh no…whoever these Kosmos people are, they’re wasting no time putting their plan into motion. Come on, we better get a move on back to base!”

“But won’t they ask questions if we bring Ren back with us?” Aelita chimed in, with Venam bringing her PDA out in response.

“Not to worry, I’ll notify Ame about the situation with Ren while we make the trip back. I’m sure she’ll understand.” Venam answered, with the Angels plus Ren initiating the long trek back to base.

Starlight Studios: Main Headquarters

Following their success in Southern Shibuya, and the news about the Ren situation being resolved, the group were welcomed back with open arms. Many of the staff were happy to see that Ren wasn’t actually associated with the traitors, though a few members such as Astolfo, Titania and Garret couldn’t help but keep one eye fix on Ren, just in case anything fishy happens.

Like what, a second cultist masquerading as him? Don’t be daft, the author wouldn’t go so far as to retcon a retcon…would he?

Though on the plus side, Amaria and Titania were more than pleased that Balbok wouldn’t try and interfere with them in the future. Ame and a few close associates ushered the Angels into the meeting room, where she was handed the letter Balbok had been given and read it to the others.

Balbok

The porn has been successfully distributed and is on the markets as we speak. The Sage of the Silver Vein is busy calculating the potential profits and has notified us that we are set to make a massive profit. You will get your fair share when the time comes. In the meantime, you are to pin this crime on the Ashura-Kai, under the guise of one Ren Alberus, the same one we kidnapped in order to infiltrate the Divine Powers. Be prompt about it; rumors surrounding a possible ambush conducted by the Angels of Aevium are in the air. Once your task is done, you are to dispose of the real Ren and continue your infiltration of the Divine Powers, with the ultimate goal of dividing them up into easily conquerable factions. Failure to complete these tasks shall spell your doom at the hands of the Sage of the Eyes of Kosmos.

The Eyes see all

E.


Shadowy letter aside, nothing says asinine like an ancient cult dealing in modern pornography like it were illicit drugs.

“There’s no mincing words here; this Cult of Kosmos is conspiring against all parties present in this war for Tokyo, and they’re doing a pretty great job at it.” Ame admitted, resting the letter on the table.

“Surely it’s a benefit to us if the Divine Powers implode on itself; after all, they’re our sworn enemies.” Astolfo chimed in, only for Ame to shake her head in response.

“It’s not as good as you think it is. if there really is a civil war brewing in the organization, then that’ll drastically increase the gang violence in the city, more so if the Gotham supervillains decide to take sides.” She replied, causing the pinkette to go into deep thought.

“If I may say something, just who exactly would rebel against Krishna? Loathe as I am to admit it, the guy’s incredibly charismatic.” Sothe inquired.

“Why none other than the most obvious suspect; Tressa Colzione.” Boudica answered, with everyone diverting their attention to the redhead. “From what the others say of her, she’s an intelligent young lady who knows how to control the market. She wanted to profit off the fangames yet can’t do so if Krishna puts a ban on them.”

And let me guess, she’s the Super Special Child of Kosmos who lords over the entire cult itself. It wouldn’t surprise me at this point.

“That’s a frighteningly accurate statement you made there.” Garret commented, his interest piqued up by the sudden accusation. “Yet why would she profit off of something she wanted to change while working with us?”

“That’s the thing; she may have had a change of heart upon hearing all the positive feedback Pokémon Reborn garnered. Perhaps she seeks to reach a compromise between both Nintendo fans, and Starlight fans and win them over with the games. It’ll have the difficulty and story that Reborn fans love, and the option for a more family friendly option for the Nintendo fans. Add in the fact that she’s won Mario’s loyalty, and she very well has the means to produce her own fangames.” Boudica continued, confident that her theory was the truth.

“Well if she’s keeping the heart of the fangames, then I can’t hate her that much…” Astolfo admitted, joining in the conversation once more. “She’s still a money-hungry leech who wants to profit off my friends hard work.”

And guess what? All those friends want to profit off of each other’s work as well. Are you going to chew them out as well?

“If Tressa is initiating a civil war in the Divine Powers, then there’s no telling what chaos she’ll cause. Add in the angels, demons and the MS Waifu army, and it could be the end for Tokyo as we know it, ignoring the looming threat that is the Cult of Kosmos.” Alice chimed in, turning to face her mother. “Mother, what shall we do next?”

“For now, it’s best to ignore the Cult. As we have virtually no other leads on them, it’ll be a waste of time to focus our energy on them. For now, we will focus our efforts on defeating the Divine Powers once and for all.” Ame made her decision, before her mind wandered to an unanswered question. “Come to think of it, Kymmi hasn’t contacted us in a while. Wonder what’s keeping her busy…”

“Kymmi?” Blair inquired.

A character from Pokémon Clover, based off of Kym-tan, the unofficial mascot of the website Know Your Meme.

“She’s the head dev of Pokémon Clover, and the cutest younger sister one could ever ask for. She was sent to check up on SOL Technologies on a tip that they were providing weapons and technology to the Divine Powers.” Alice smiled, answering Blairs question. “I too wonder what’s keeping her from contacting us; I hope it’s nothing too serious.”

“No need to worry; we’ll check this SOL Technologies out tomorrow. They sound mighty fishy.” Astolfo pledged, with his comrades joining in on the pledge.

Why? Is this to tie in with the whole Knights of Hanoi plotpoint the author hastily inserted during the Nuka-Cola Shilling Hour?

“That’ll be greatly appreciated.” Ame smiled at them, raising her hand in the air. “You may be excused.” Astolfo and his crew bowed before her and exited the room to plan their next move.

Tsukiji Kongangi: ???

The air was intense with chatter; Lady Tressa had called upon her most loyal sub-commanders for an impromptu meeting. As she was in an incredibly foul mood, the villains got the picture and made their way to the room. Shortly after the last person was seated, Tressa promptly walked on the stage, with Big Smoke standing guard as usual, the young girl appearing to be in a slightly better mood than before.

“Thank you all for coming—” Tressa began, before Yuuto stood upright on the spot and made his way to the center of the room, his back facing the door as he sported the same deranged grin on his face. he leapt up in the air and landed on his hands and feet, before walking backwards out of the room, using his feet to open the door before promptly closing it once he left, the sound of his walking could be heard in the room.

“Man, what is with that guy, and why the fuck did we hire him in the first place?!” Ryder exclaimed, freaked out by what he saw.

I guess the author is into B-grade horror films.

“Now as I was saying before that happened, thank you all for attending this meeting.” Tressa ignored the previous scene and restarted her speech. “I’ll be frank here, we’re in deep shit. That bastard Krishna lied to us about his plan for salvation; he intends on keeping us as slaves in the new universe, just like YHVH is doing in this one. I protested against this idea, and was threated with my dismissal and death!”

“Bullshit! Who does he think he is to fire Lady Tressa like that?!” Caesar snapped, raising his fist in the air.

“Oh, we’ll show him the error of our ways; we’ll start our own divine conspiracy, with blackjack and hookers!” Tressa proposed, with the crowd applauding her like crazy.

Blackjack and hookers? Well sign me up and call me a fool, I want in on this gig!

“Though we already lost the fangame traitors, and the Metal Slug cunts to that flute-sucking asshole, we can still win over Gotham’s supervillains.”

“And how will you propose we do that? Surely they can be bought out if Krishna offers a higher reward.” Hongou inquired.

“Exactly, which is why we’ll offer a much larger reward, and show them why they shouldn’t mess with us…” Tressa answered. “Now, if you’ll please, Big Smoke.”

“As you wish, my lady.” The heavyset man replied, removing a blanket covering the whiteboard, revealing a series of images depicting a very large building.

Such an enthralling description…

“SOL Technologies…so it’s finally time to declare war on them.” Varis muttered to himself, a shine in his eyes.

“Sol Technologies; they’ve been a thorn in our side for a long time now, giving us all the more reason to strike them down. We shall stage a massive attack on them using a substantial amount of resources, plundering all their gold ingots and incriminating data. The gold will go to our coffers, and the data will be a bonus reward for the supervillains, who are free to hold it for blackmail/ransom purposes.” Tressa went over the plan. “Any questions?”

Yeah, why the hell would a company that deals solely in the advancement of AI and technology have a stash of gold ingots in their HQ?

“Ah yes, when exactly are we going to initiate the attack?” Johnny inquired.

“Around two or three days; more than enough time for the gang leaders to call in reinforcements.” Tressa answered, with Big Smoke, Johnny and Caesar grinning wickedly.

“How shall we deal with any civilians?” Pegasus asked.

“We kill them.” Tressa replied quickly. “On top of eliminating any unwanted witnesses, it’ll fatten Shesha up. Speaking of which, I managed to convince it to join our side; turns out Krishna abused the poor critter.”

How, by not feeding it? I can buy that actually.

“Those monsters!” Mario growled, clenching his fist tightly. “We shall make them pay for opposing Lady Tressa!”

“Yes, we’ll make them pay for leading our fallen allies to their deaths. Come next Thursday, the Divine Conspiracy shall make international headlines! I shall be the Grandmaster that you all deserve!” Tressa boldly declared, with her loyal followers cheering her wildly.

Bet you didn’t see that coming did you; oh I bet you were surprised indeed. The reason for Ren’s defection is simple; Episode 11 of Rejuvenation redeemed him greatly in my eyes, and playing through the game once more made my opinion of him improve dramatically. As for the civil war idea, it was one that’s been brewing in my mind for a while now. And finally, there’s Kymmi; the beautiful young lady that Clover graced us with. I feel awful for leaving her out for so long, so here’s my chance to redeem myself. Now, with the Cult of Kosmos, they won’t have any more appearances in this fic, save one or two at the very end since I’m hyping them up for the sequel. As there are some faction changes in this fic, I’ll list them down below like usual. Until next time, my wonderful fans!

Well this note is a bite and a half to process, so I’ll take my time with it. First the reason for Ren’s shift in attitude, it’s arguably the most reasonable thing on that list, so I won’t harp too much on it. The civil war idea is dumb, given how it further nerfs an already nerfed Krishna, but the author needed to rub one out to Tressa, so it couldn’t be helped. Then there’s the blatant admission that Junpei’s only adding Kymmi in because he loves her looks/body, and desires to blow his load in her. Oh and there’s something about the Kosmos fools, but I couldn’t give a rats ass about them, truth be told.

Dumb, this chapter was fucking dumb. Asides from making your sequel villains look utterly pathetic, it serves no purpose whatsoever asides from shilling your fantasy heroine group. Mind you, the civil war idea is just as dumb, and I dread to see how it gets implemented in the next chapter.


Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Ren
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala
Marco
Tarma
Eri
Fio

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins
Commissioner Gordon

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)

The Divine Conspiracy:
Tressa Colzione/The Grandmaster
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Shesha
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Junko Enoshima
Yasuke Matsuda
Mukuro Ikusaba
Nagito Komaeda
Yuuto Akimaya

Gotham’s Supervillains:
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane (Arrested)
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by GorillaGamer » Sun Jun 23, 2019 3:04 am

Following what was arguably the worst brawl in this fic, we now have a chapter that has me scratching my head as to what illicit substances the author was on when he wrote this trash. It ain’t gonna be pretty, but it’s a job I’ve gotta do.

Oh it’s the chapter you’ve all been looking for; the one where the Divine Conspiracy make their debut, the same one that the title refers to. It’ll be a battle of epic proportions, as Tressa goes all out in her plan to install fear in her former allies, both of them. I will warn you that it will get quite violent at times, so reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic. They’re the property of their respective creators.

Note: Any made-up cards/skills will be underlined and will get their effects explained in their introductory chapters.


Chapter 34: Attack on SOL!

SOL Technologies:

A beautiful young girl was doing her daily duties while filling in for her boss’s usual secretary. She had long blonde hair that reached below her shoulders, shiny blue eyes and a slender figure. Her outfit consisted of a light blue t-shirt that stopped above her naval, with a matching blue skirt, blue heels and a pair of pantyhose that went all the way up her lovely legs. She also sported a white labcoat and matching white tie, giving her a professional front. This was Kymmi, Ame’s youngest daughter and the head developer of Pokémon Clover, acting as a spy for her mother’s benefit. She was sent there to investigate a rumor surrounding the corporation selling confidential data to agents of the Divine Powers, but despite working her way up to a respectable position, she hasn’t found any concrete evidence yet.

I just love how at the very start of this chapter, Junpei goes ‘fuck it’ and starts beating off to a fangame character he has the hots for. Most authors write a few pages before unzipping their pants; whereas this guy began writing without any on.

The teenager arrived at the 23rd floor and exited the elevator, walking by several offices filled with staff running constant checks on LINK VRAINS to keep it safe from hostile hackers loyal to the Knights of Hanoi. Soon enough, she arrived at the door to her boss’s office and knocked on the door, with a voice on the other side gesturing her to come inside. “Thanks for letting me in Mr. Zaizen; I have all the papers you wanted me to copy right here!” Kymmi smiled, placing the stack of papers on the wooden desk.

“Much appreciated; you’ve been most helpful to Sol Technologies following my usual secretaries’ unfortunate accident.” Akira replied, tiding up his well-made suit.

Let me guess; she was attacked by faceless idiots wearing hooded cloaks and masks.

As the Security Manager of the company, it was his duty to preserve the integrity of LINK VRAINS, though he did face a few warnings in the past for opposing his bosses more radical decisions.

“I hope she’s doing ok, that car accident looked pretty serious…” Kymmi commented.

Oh…let me rephrase that. She was ran over by a faceless idiot wearing a hooded cloak and mask.

“Not to worry, I just received a message from the hospital about her condition. She should be back at work within a week or two.” Akira reassured the teenager, who sighed in relief. “I need to say something to you in private, so if you could close my door, that’ll be appreciated.”

“Sure thing boss.” Kymmi replied, quickly shutting the door. “Now what do you want to say to me?”

“It won’t be brief, so take a seat if you wish.” Akira began, with Kymmi opting to do so. “Now, I know why you’re here. Your mother sent you here to investigate a lead involving SOL Technologies, didn’t she?”

You done goofed up Kymmi.

“H-How did—” Kymmi stuttered, startled and a little bit frightened about her secret being discovered.

“I’ve known about the rumors since the Divine Powers made that speech all those months ago, how you applied for a part time job a few days later. So I put two and two together and deduced that you were sent here to investigate the rumors as well. I also know that they’re onto me, and the car accident involving my secretary was an attempt at getting me to back off. As of now, I haven’t found anything incriminating, though my bosses have been acting more suspicious as of late.” Akira explained, his gaze fixed on the blonde teenager.

“If you knew about my intentions, then why keep me here as long as you did?” Kymmi inquired.

Easy blowjobs I assume.

“Simple, we’re on the same side. You want to keep your fangames safe from the Divine Powers, I want to expose my bosses for the corrupt, unethical tyrants that they are. Though we have different goals, we both have a common enemy. Besides, you’ve been an asset to the company for some time now, between your magnificent work ethic and your bright smile, you remind me of my younger sister.” Akira smiled, before a loud explosion rocked the area, the building shaking slightly. “W-What was that?!”

The plot suddenly crashing onto the doorstop with all the subtly of a nuclear explosion.

Kymmi ran up to the nearest window and peeked through it, only to back away from it, a horrified look on her perfect face. “I-It’s terrible! They’ve launched an all-out attack on SOL Technologies!”

“Who would do such a thing?!” Akira exclaimed, with Kymmi gesturing him to peer through the window, the older man’s eyes widening upon viewing the scene down below.

0000

“That’s it comrades! Tonight, we give Gotham’s greatest a show they’ll never forget. Tear the place up, grab what we need and kill any who stand in our way!” Admiral Greyfield declared, with the army cheering wildly as the first squad started entering through the hole in the wall they blew up. “Let this be a lesson to those that oppose Lady Tressa and the Divine Conspiracy!”

“If our enemies do not pay us an exorbitant sum of money, we’ll go Die Hard on another random building in this city!”

“Excellent, all is going according to plan.” Senator Armstrong grinned, walking up to his comrade in arms. “Just received word from both Delta and Gamma squads; they’re in the air and are heading over here as we speak.”

“And what of the other squads?” Greyfield inquired.

“The Devil’s Hand had just arrived in the city, and I’ve received word from Sir Big Smoke that Grove Street Families are a few minutes away. However, I just got word from Johnny that neither him nor any of his gang admins are able to join him, on account of a civil war instigated by Billy and Brian. Rest assured, he promised to make it up to us whenever he gets a chance.” Armstrong notified the stocky man.

If anything, it’s a good thing he missed out on this clusterfuck of an attack.

“A shame. Luckily we have more than enough troops at our disposal so it’s no big loss.” Greyfield replied, the two men noticing the arrival of the Devil’s Hand and were impressed by the sizable army they brought along.

“Hahaha! This was one shebang I would not miss at all!” Caesar chuckled loudly, his lieutenants hopping off their bikes and started organising the attack force. “Sucks that Johnny could come; I hope he puts a bullet into Billy and Brian for me.”

“Boss, what’s the game plan…” Pretty Boy hissed, his lone eye fixated on his leader.

Yay, I’m dealing with these shitty bikers again. I haven’t been this happy in a long time…

“You will take the lower floors with Triple 6 and King Dick; Greasy Steve will go with Colt, Meathook and Anvil to the higher floors. From there you will take anything and everything of value, and shoot anyone who isn’t an ally. Got it?” Caeser ordered. Pretty Boy gave a nod of confirmation and recalled the orders to the other lieutenants, who all dove into the building shortly afterwards, with Caesar following them inside. Meanwhile on the other side of the building, an army of Grove Street gangsters parked by the building in a way that offered them sufficient cover.

“On this day, we will carve ourselves into history. We will rise from the ashes as loyal agents of Lady Tressa in her goal to craft a new universe, free from the tyranny of the gods.” Big Smoke boldly declared, his arms outstretched with his lieutenants amused by the spectacle.

Which terrorist group did the author steal that line from? Is it some sort of shadowy group dedicated to plaguing the internet with shitty fanfiction?!

“Seems like you really believe in her promises, Smoke.” Sweet chimed in, his men hopping out of their cars and started arming themselves up.

“Heh, I’m just glad CJ didn’t bail out on us, guess he really turned a new leaf.” Ryder cracked a joke at his comrades’ expense.

“I’m not one to let my family down, not after that incident all those years ago.” CJ replied, as a bus full of Grove Street reinforcements stopped by them.

You mean the train incident? All you had to do was follow the damn thing.

The door opened, allowing the gangsters to hop out and infiltrate the massive building. “Looks like Big Bear and B-Dup decided to help out after all.”

“I got in contact with them the other day; told me that they had to stay and keep our turf safe from the Ballas. They pooled in whatever spare homies they had lying around, alongside Tony, Big Devil and Little Devil and sent them our way.” Sweet informed his brother. “You sure this is worth it Smoke?”

As someone who has read the entirety of this fic that’s been written so far, let me give you the short answer; no.

“Believe in her, and she will show us all the light. That is what Lady Tressa told me when I first met her. She’s overseeing this operation from a nearby vantage point, with Niko and Roman acting as her guards. But enough talk, let’s bust some heads!” Big Smoke hollered, as he and his comrades stormed the building.

Meanwhile, a large helicopter was flying towards the building’s rooftop, with Hongou peering at it through the window. “If somebody told me that I’d take part in an act of terrorism ten years ago, I’d have laughed it off.” He broke the ice in an effort to lighten up the atmosphere inside the chopper.

Just how many of you are partaking in this attack?!

“True, but I wouldn’t call this an act of terrorism boss, wouldn’t put us in the best light.” Nijisaki interjected. “What we’re doing is undeniably the right thing; eliminating the enemy of a benevolent ruler who shall lead humanity into a brighter future.”

“Here, here! Let’s destroy SOL Technologies; I’ve got some stock in a rival company that needs a little boosting.” Musashidou grinned, loading up his combat shotgun while checking on the Knights of Hanoi, who were quiet, too busy thinking on how their plan will go down.

Well at least your motive is understandable; I’ve yet to figure out why the others are so keen to shoot up the place.

Eventually, the helicopter landed as all of its passengers hopped off and made their way to the door as the copter flew off, reading themselves for their next instructions. At the building opposite, Tressa was watching it all unfold while Niko and Roman acted as guards for this mission. Reaching for her speakerphone, she gave the orders to initiate the attack, and was rewarded with a spectacular view of chaos unfolding.

On her cue, all teams stormed inside the building to conduct their separate mission. The lower teams were tasked with harvesting souls for Shesha while the higher team was tasked with confronting the CEO and apprehending them. The Grove Street gang made their first move, storming into the cafeteria and shooting up the place, slaughtering workers while a few made a mad dash out to call for security.

“All who oppose Lady Tressa get a short life!” Big Smoke declared, firing his AK-47 at the enemy in a frantic manner, fired up by his divine duty.

Dude, it doesn’t matter how fervently you lick her boots, she’s not gonna give you anal.

However they were soon interrupted by a small contingent of Devil’s Hand bikers, with the leader of the group jogging over to Big Smoke.

“Yo, big guy. I heard a rumor from one of the boys that Ame has a spy in here; her younger daughter nonetheless.” King Dick notified the heavyset man, a cunning plan forming in his mind.

“A bonus gift for Lady Tressa? What a wonderful idea.” Big Smoke mused, reaching for his phone and dialling up his boss. “My lady, I just received word that Ame has a spy in this building, her younger daughter to be precise.”

“Kymmi? I knew Ame would follow up on those rumors. Make sure you capture alive, as she’ll no doubt have valuable insight into Ame’s plans and can serve as a bargaining chip. I’ll give the one responsible double the cut.” Tressa replied, sending an image of Kymmi to all the commanders taking part in the operation.

Unfortunately, her goons have yet to learn that two times zero is zero.

“You heard the boss, let’s find this girl and nab her!” Big Smoke called out, with both his squad and King Dick’s continuing their assault. Further down the hall, SOL security forces were doing battle with a contingent of Greyfield’s forces, both sides taking considerable losses in the scuffle. However, a surprise attack from Armstrong’s forces took out the rest of the guards, as well as several workers who got caught in the crossfire. The victorious soldiers let out a cheer, running all over the floor and looting whatever they can from the various desks and cabinets they could find.

“Not a bad score, but its chickenfeed compared to the supposed motherload these crooks have stashed away.” Greyfield chuckled.

A motherload of gold that’ll never be brought up again once the chapter’s over.

“Indeed; it’s ripe for the picking, and we can get double the cut for nabbing some spy.” Armstrong added, watching as his soldiers were busy carrying a heavy trunk outside the building. Meanwhile, the Devil’s Hand were running rampant on the middle floors, with their commanders massacring anyone they can find. Meathook was dicing up workers into pieces with his machete, while Colt was busy gunning down security guards with his twin revolvers. Elsewhere, Anvil was gunning down more workers alongside a few grunts while Greasy Steve searched the higher floors for Kymmi, hoping to get the reward so he can continue feeding his drug habit.

The elevator rose to the 23rd floor, as three figures hopped out of it and hacked the system to prevent anyone from escaping the floor. “Heh, now that spy can’t escape our clutches. Mukuro, you go left. Nagito will go right, and I’ll continue down the hall. Make sure nobody escapes your gaze!” Yasuke ordered, the trio cocking their guns.

Well you three appeared out of nowhere; what the hell, does Hopes Peak Academy sell invisibility cloaks?!

“For Master Enoshima’s sake, I will follow your order.” Mukuro replied, the trio splitting up and taking different directions. Peering over from behind his desk, Akira tried to conceal a horrified gasp as he saw the intruders murder innocent workers, including some who had just started her, only to get caught off by the sound of a vent grate being pulled off quietly.

“This way…” Kymmi gestured at the older man, sliding down the chute with Akira following suit. Soon enough, they would up on a lower floor, right near the bodies of a few SOL security guards, with Akira bowing his head in respect. Kymmi noticed that their weapons were still there, opting to pick up a pistol for herself, handing a second one to Akira. “I know you’re not a fan of them, but we’ll need to defend ourselves if we are to survive this nightmare.”

“If it’s the only option we’ve got, then who am I to protest?” Akira replied, taking the gun for himself as the duo crept slowly through the halls, checking both sides for enemy activity. They crouched behind a corner and saw several Devil’s Hand bikers shooting up the place, tearing the furniture with their bare hands while looting whatever they could. Kymmi and Akira made a series of quick hand gestures at each other, describing the plan they would go for, before stepping into action and began firing at the surprised mooks, who got riddled with bullets before slumping dead on the ground.

And there goes the five minutes of logic the villainous mooks were given. It was nice while it lasted.

Another squad of bikers lead by Anvil heard the commotion and rushed into the room, where they proceeded to fire at the heroes as they took cover behind a few desks.

“Come out and fight, cowards!” Anvil taunted, taking a few potshots with his bolt-action rifle. Kymmi opted to go for a risky decision, leaping out from behind the desk and firing a few rounds at Anvil, blowing his brains out as he lurched forward over the desk, the rest of the bikers horrified to see their leader killed in front of them. This gave the duo ample time to escape the room, running towards the stairwell, only to get confronted by Meathook.

“Oh no, no, no. you ain’t gettin’ out of this alive, missy…” Meathook drawled at Kymmi,

Sounds like someone didn’t get the memo.

raising his machete and letting out a drunken battle cry, running at her like an utter madman. Akira quietly stepped to the side, tripping the tall biker and causing him to crash through a nearby window, screaming all the way down while flailing his arms and legs in the air, attracting the attention of Tressa and her guards.

“What the hell is that drunken idiot doing?!” Niko exclaimed, witnessing the spectacle through his binoculars. A few seconds later, Meathook crashed into Big Smoke’s car, annihilating both it and him in a spectacular manner. “Shit…he’s not going to be happy about that.”

Tressa didn’t say anything in response to the comment, rather she was busy focusing on Kymmi and Akira, who were heading towards the 21st floor. “I need all forces from the Alpha and Beta squads to head on over to floor 21; target is currently by the stairwell. Over!” Tressa spoke through her radiophone and continued to watch the chaos. The duo had arrived at the floor, and hide behind a corner just in time to avoid a barrage of bullets from Colt’s sentry gun, with Greasy Steve offering additional fire support.

How did…you know what, forget it. It’s not the first time this author ripped off a boss battle from Ride to Hell, and I doubt it’ll be the last.

“Hahaha! I’ll be taking that extra bounty, you hear me?” Colt sneered, firing his sentry gun at the heroes, with several more bikers rallying up behind him and firing their weapons as well. Greasy Steve took the time to light a bundle of dynamite and throw it towards the heroes, who flinched at the sight of the explosive.

“I got this.” Akira whispered, taking the dynamite in his hand and throwing it back at the bikers, diving back behind the corner. Before they could even so much as react, the dynamite exploded near their feet, killing all the bikers, including Colt and Greasy Steve. The heroes continued running through the halls, stopping by the door to the 20th floor, but were soon confronted by another hostile enemy.

This better not be the set up for the remaining 19 floors, or I’m gonna start screaming inside a plastic bag.

“How nice of you to spare me the trouble of finding you two; you’re coming with me…” Hongou smirked, leaning in towards Kymmi only for her to punch him in the gut, forcing him to kneel on the floor and gasp for air as the heroes made a break for it. “Get back here! I’ll throttle you both for that you fucking bastards!” The older man roared in pain and anger, alerting his staff who proceeded to pursue the heroes. Akira found an office chair and pushed it towards the trio, tripping up Kubota who crashed into an empty desk. Kymmi turned a corner and stabbed a plastic water bottle, spilling its contents everywhere with Musashidou slipping and falling on his legs, causing the heavyset man to groan in pain as his ankle was twisted.

“Pathetic…guess I’ll have to fix it, as always.” Nijisaki hissed, taking out a net gun and firing it, letting out a confidant cheer as he snagged something. He soon reeled it in, only for his grin to drop as he was sent flying back by the chair he snagged, landing on his back and clutching his nose in pain.

I’m fairly confident a whole lot more than your nose would be broken if a chair was slammed into your face at high speeds.

Hongou had recovered from the punch and ran towards the halls, only to grumble at the sight of his co-workers, injured from the hero’s clever traps. Elsewhere, Kymmi and Akira were running down the stairs, flight by flight as the older man lightly tapped on her shoulder, pointing towards a corridor heading west. Agreed to the suggestion, Kymmi followed him and arrived at an underground garage for the employees and stopped as she saw Akira reaching in his pocket for a set of keys, and making his way towards a red Grotti Itali GTO (It’s a car from GTA V, and a badass one at that. I wish I had it.)

Fuck off! I don’t care how hard you get over fictional cars, there’s no need to further stain this fic with your auto-erotica related orgasms.

“Hey, I don’t remember you owning a car like this…” Kymmi commented, with Akira hopping in and revving up the engine.

“I don’t, but I’m not afraid to pinch it to ensure my survival.” Akira rebutted coolly, gesturing for Kymmi to hop in with him. The blonde was more than thrilled over the prospect of riding inside a sports car and hopped in, the duo buckling themselves in before Akira stepped on the gas, the car roaring to life and speeding off through the carpark. They speed through the door to the cafeteria, surprising the Grove Street gangsters as they started firing at it but couldn’t get them in time.

“Shit!” Ryder cried out in frustration, kicking a nearby rock aside. “Smoke, the targets have flown the coop. Requesting permission to pursue them.”

“Permission granted, just be careful out there.” Big Smoke shouted back, as he, Ryder, Sweet and CJ running back to their cars only for the heavyset man to recoil in shock upon seeing what remained of his car. “No, my ride!”

No worries, there’s a group of bikes you can use to avoid the Bal—oh wait…

“We’ll make ‘em pay for you Smoke.” Sweet called out, hopping into his car and started pursuing the heroes alongside the other Grove Street gangsters, with Big Smoke heading back inside to finish the job. Kymmi peered through the side mirror and saw the Grove Street gangsters pursuing them, with several Devil’s Hand bikers joining the chase, seeking revenge for their fallen commanders, before looking around the cars interior, her eyes sparkling at the sight of a high-powered assault rifle lying in the back.

What the fuck, did Tressa’s impromptu terror attack prevent a workplace shooting from occurring? Who keeps a high-powered assault rifle in a sports car of all thing?!

“Perfect…” she smirked sweetly, taking the assault rifle and poked her head out the window as she began firing at the enemies, picking off a few of the bikers. Akira heard the commotion, briefly wondering how and why the assault rifle was in the car, but chose to continue his focus on escaping the hostile army.

“Aw shit, where she’d pick that up?!” CJ exclaimed, watching the bikers getting picked off easily before noticing Ryder scrambling for a metal case under the seat.

“Heh, Dr Ryder’s in the house, ready to administer a cure to the ailment…” he smirked, opening the case and brining out a portable rocket launcher. He poked his head out the window and took aim, firing a rocket at the sports car. It narrowly missed them and struck the side rail, causing it to shatter into pieces as the rest of the Devil’s Hand bikers flew through the gap and to their deaths.

To be fair, this is an accurate depiction of the enemy AI in Ride to Hell.

“They didn’t even attempt to steer away from it.” Sweet exclaimed, mystified by the stupidity of the bikers, yelping in surprise as a stray bullet shatter the windscreen and sent glass everywhere. Fortunately, both Sweet and CJ only suffered superficial cuts and scrapes, though the former was pissed about the damage to his car. “Oh that’s it, I’m gonna lay a smackdown on those bustas!”

“Those fools will learn what it means to mess with the Grove, courtesy of Dr. Ryder!” He psyched himself up, taking aim once more at the heroes with his rocket launcher, only for a few missiles to blow up the road between them and the heroes, forcing Sweet and the other Grove Street gangs to grind to a screeching halt. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Sorry Ryder, but I’m takin’ the prize for myself.” Dio spoke through the phone with Ryder picking it up.

“We’re on the same side, you damn fool!” Ryder hissed.

“True, but I’ll do anything to keep that snot-nosed fuck Tayama away from my wife.” Dio coolly replied, with the three lieutenants watching a Savage fly over them and towards the heroes. (Another GTA Online vehicle that I really want.)

And now we’ve got military helicopters in this inane chase as well. What’s next, are they going to throw in a few tanks as well?

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Kymmi commented to herself, hopping back into the car and keeping away from the window. “I don’t want to frighten you or anything, but we’ve got a chopper following us now.”

“…that’s it? No worries.” Akira maintained his cool composure, stepping on the gas and driving at blinding speeds.

You say it as if it’s business as usual for you, Akira.

“Heheheh…I’ll be taking that bonus for myself. Now stay still.” Dio sneered, firing another barrage of missiles at the sports car, but they all missed their mark, annoying the myrmidon. He flew in closer towards the car and attempted to bisect it with the rotor blades, but wasn’t able to get in a comfortable position to do so and flew back up for a second round of attack. Pressing the button on the control stick, he fired the mounted minigun at the car, perforating the road with bullets, but had to let go a minute later in order to cool the gun down.

“That thing is relentless, how are we supposed to—” Kymmi began, as she was soon cut off by the sound of a motorcycle revving up in the distance. Soon enough, the duo witnessed an Ashura-Kai grunt driving a motorcycle, his chest strapped with explosives as he drove off a ramp and crashed into Dio’s helicopter, creating a massive explosion with the ruined helicopter crashing down on the highway. “Well that makes things easier for us.”

Yeah, how convenient that the Ashura-Kai started implementing their kamikaze biker squad for this one battle, and said biker chose to ram himself into the attack helicopter pursuing the heroes.

“Seems Lady Luck decided to throw us a bone this time.” Akira smiled, with the duo driving off into the distance. Meanwhile, Dio had just scrambled out of the wreckage in time and got back on is feet, noticing the uniform of the dead biker and letting out a garbled scream of pure rage, kicking debris all over the place.

Pokémon Fangame Headquarters: Later that day

“Kymmi! Oh, thank goodness you’re alright!” Alice cheered, embracing her younger sister, with Kymmi accepting it.

“It’s good to be back home, Alice. Gotta say, it was quite the thrilling experience breaking out of a building filled to the brim with hostile soldiers.” Kymmi smiled, running her hand through her hair. “In all seriousness though, I’m thankful that neither me nor Akira got injured during our escape.”

Truth be told, that chapter felt like something out of that Smash Bros. fic I mocked. Hell, this entire fic is like a carbon-copy of that Smash Bros. fic, only with different heroes/villains.

“On behalf of myself and the rest of Starlight Studios, I thank you for rescuing my daughter.” Ame thanked Akira, bowing politely before him.

“No need to thank me; we both worked together to ensure our escape.” Akira replied humbly, his mind drifting off elsewhere. “Come to think of it, this whole operation was a suicidal play on Krishna’s behalf. Why on earth would he go through with it?”

“He needs souls to feed Shesha, so that he can create his new universe from the Cosmic Egg. I remember that part of his speech as it was the most boring bit about it.” Astolfo drawled, stretching his arms in the air.

And let me guess, you’re gonna throw in some passive-aggressive comment about how Krishna hates women and minorities because gamers, amirite?

“Well if they can harvest souls via bloodshed from the get-go, then why not start there from the beginning? What was the point of those honeyed words he said, if he was just going to start nationwide massacres?” Kymmi rebutted Astolfo’s answer, with Alice recalling something mentioned the other day.

“I don’t think this was part of Krishna’s plan at all…” Alice began, garnering everyone’s attention.

“W-What makes you say that?” Blair inquired, only for the TV to crackle to life and show a scene most frightening. It showed Tressa sitting on a chair, a placid look on her face as she held a sword by the neck of the CEO of SOL Technologies. Flanking her were her trusted Octoguard, standing in front of a few banners; a pitch-black flag with a red image of a half-snake half-eagle creature spreading its wings proudly.

Edgy speech coming in three…two…one…

“Greetings people of Japan; I am Tressa Colzione, a defector from the Divine Powers. They talk all about leading humanity to salvation, but that is a lie they manufactured. They seek to enslave all of humanity, just as YHVH does to you all right now. And it’s not like the other sides are any better; after all would you put your life in the hands of Toiletbowl and Faphand? Don’t even get me started on those yahoos who ally themselves with Starlight Studios; I could make better fangames with my eyes shut.

Well then make better fangames, you bloodthirsty bitch.

But enough about that, you wanna know why I’m making this broadcast.” Tressa began, hopping off her seat and casually walked on camera, making sure her prisoner doesn’t escape.

“I am part of a new movement; a new organization called the Divine Conspiracy. Our goal is to use the Cosmic Egg to restart this universe from the beginning in order to wipe the slate clean, with me as your benevolent ruler. Under my rule, all of humanity will achieve true freedom, without being restrained by gods and demons, while we establish connections with other worlds and universes to create a unified reality. But I am not alone; alongside my trusty Octoguard, I am also supported by thousands of devout followers, with our most recent allies being some of Gotham City’s most notorious criminals. They shall act as my agents to dispose all those who seek to wage war against my movement, while my other agents work to collect power and recruits for the Divine Conspiracy. However to ensure our success, we must secure total domination of the gaming market, most notable the fangames.” She continued, delivering a swift slap to the CEO, who cowered before the mighty merchant queen.

Because videogames are the sole key needed to obtaining total control over all of existence. Are you even listening to what you’re saying?!

“The Pokémon fangames are the key to my success; I initially brushed them off as a fever dream in order to please that witless tool Krishna, but in reality, I knew just how powerful they are, after all my most troublesome enemies use them as a source of power. Which is why by seizing the means of productions for these fangames, we can make our own fangames and improve upon the already existing ones, making me billions. From there, I shall eliminate the enemies of the Divine Conspiracy, ranging from Starlight Studios, to the Divine Powers, to the angels and demons, and lest we forget, we’ll punish those who masturbate to Touhou porn!”

Uh…okay.

Tressa declared, resting her sword against the CEO’s neck once more. “And this…this is where it all starts.”

Everyone present in Starlight Studios can only watch as Tressa decapitated the CEO, hoisting his head in the air like it were a trophy of sorts, the broadcast shutting off shortly afterwards. “…As I suspected, she is rebelling against Krishna.” Boudica commented to herself. “Should we let both sides duke it out and swoop in when they’re weakened?”

I mean it’s working for the Angels and Demons. After all they haven’t shown up since Chapter 23.

“No, that’ll be a bad idea. Standing around while they get going will only deny us the initiative, and we need it now more than ever.” Ame knocked back the suggestion. “Our main focus is to reclaim the remaining jewelry that Krishna stole from us. We’ll check in with Nikita for a status update, but we may have to deal with those MS Waifus once more.

“Fine by me; I’ll make them pay for their crimes against children.” Chevalier declared, the meek young man impressing everyone with his newfound determination.

Evidently, that punch was what he needed to stop cowering before the cartoonishly evil women.

“I like your attitude young man.” Ame smiled, turning to face Akira. “Will you be joining us in our crusade against Tressa and her legion?”

“Not right now unfortunately, I have to check in with my younger sister. She and her friends are fine from what she says, but it doesn’t hurt to double check. It was nice meeting you all today.” Akira turned the offer down, waving farewell to the heroes before exiting the studio.

“A shame, but I can’t blame him for his concern. Anyway, we should start making a plan if we are to defeat this new threat.” Kymmi suggested, with everyone agreeing to the idea as they began heading to the planning room.

Well this chapter was a trip and a half. The author has his Villain Sue merchant waifu declare war on everyone and everything, including Touhou porn because reasons. Next chapter has more of the Metal Slug villains acting pathetically, so you can expect a few soy-related insults to get thrown around.

Wasn’t that an amazing chapter? Well hold on to your seats, as the next chapter will be another trip down Metal Slug Avenue, where more of the twisted waifus will get punished for their crimes. Speaking of crimes, how did you like Tressa’s bold display? Makes her look quite threatening, doesn’t it? Well she’ll be the toughest villain Astolfo and his buddies have faced so far, so stay tuned for more exciting adventures.

Astolfo’s group:
Astolfo
Roland
Chevalier D’eon
Boudica
Blair Flannigan
Micaiah
Sothe
Jack Frost

Dawn Brigade:
Micaiah
Sothe
Nolan
Edward
Leonardo
Laura
Aran
Ilyana
Meg
Pelleas (not an actual member, but is a close associate of them)

Pokemon Fangame Community/Starlight Studios:
Ame (W.I.A)
Kymmi
Cain
Aya (Pearl Hairpin reclaimed)
Hardy (Reborn)
Titania
Amaria (Sapphire Bracelet stolen)
Julia
Alice
Charlotte (Diamond Earring stolen)
Laura (Not associated with the Fire Emblem Laura)
Saphira
Luna (Emerald Brooch stolen)
Serra
Bennett
Adrienn
Anna/Nostra (Amethyst Pendant stolen)
Noel/Nomos
Radomus
Corey
Heather (Ruby Ring stolen)
Shelly
Dr. Connal
Melia
Venam
Saki
Amber
Aelita
Nim
Erin
Crescent
Ren
Maria/Mariannette
Valerie
Scarlett
Shiv
Aurora
Garret
Richard
Rosetta
Hardy (Desolation) (K.I.A)
Amelia
Nora

The MS Loyalist Army:
General Nikita
Perche
Ami
Ulala
Marco
Tarma
Eri
Fio

Allies:
Sanaki
Sephrian
Oliver
Clover
Light
Akame
Kurome
Fujiwara
Skins
Commissioner Gordon

The Forces of Heaven:
Merkabah/Jonathan
Gaston

The Forces of Hell:
Lucifer/Walter

Plasma Tech:
Ghetsis Harmonia
N/Natural Harmonia Gropius
Anthea
Concordia

The Divine Powers:
Krishna
Odin
Maitreya
Damien (Defected from fangame community)
Dagda (?)
Zhong Kui
Medusa (Defeated)
Loki
Quetzalcoatl
Seth
Baal
Jaern
Zenith
Professor Maple
Lin
Sirius
Blake (P.O.W)
Cal (P.O.W)
Fern
Madame X
Nastasia
Madelis
Neved
Geara
Professor Larkspur
Rick (K.I.A)
Professor Gobline
Radius (K.I.A)
Redi
Sam (K.I.A)
Elia (K.I.A)
Lavius
Lavia
Baron
Connor
Texan (K.I.A)
Elysion
Alma
Amber
Izabella
Aisha
HMT (K.I.A)
Beecham (K.I.A)
Aswang (K.I.A)
Agalia (K.I.A)
Arsinoe (K.I.A)
Halle (K.I.A)
Mahiru (K.I.A)
Chunyan (K.I.A)
Molly (K.I.A)
Ichima (K.I.A)
Louise (K.I.A)
Gisee (K.I.A)
Emma (K.I.A)
Franke (K.I.A)
Teresa (K.I.A)

The Divine Conspiracy:
Tressa Colzione/The Grandmaster
Ophilia Clement
Cyrus Albright
Olberic Eisenberg
Primrose Azelhart
Alfyn Greengrass
Therion
H’aanit
Shesha
Missy (Defeated)
Harold (Defeated)
Bandit Keith (Defeated)
Flamvell Dilly (Defeated)
Maximillion Pegasus
Varis
Specter
Lekain (K.I.A)
Hetzel (K.I.A)
Valtome (K.I.A)
Numida (K.I.A)
Jarod (K.I.A)
Tayama
General Wolfgang (K.I.A)
Big Smoke
Ryder
Sweet Johnson
Carl ‘CJ’ Johnson
Niko Bellic
Roman Bellic
Johnny Klebitz
Mario (CEO of Nintendo)
Gentarou Hongou
Nagisa Nijisaki
Teruaki Kubota
Kagechika Musashidou
Dio (Zero Escape: VLR)
Senator Armstrong
Admiral Greyfield
Anvil (K.I.A)
Meathook (K.I.A)
Colt (K.I.A)
Greasy Steve (K.I.A)
King Dick
Triple 6
Pretty Boy
Caesar (Ride to Hell)
Junko Enoshima
Yasuke Matsuda
Mukuro Ikusaba
Nagito Komaeda
Yuuto Akimaya
The Joker
Harley Quinn
The Riddler
Two-Face
Bane (Arrested)
Mr. Freeze
The Penguin
Mr. Zsasz
Clayface
Killer Croc
Deathstroke
Deadshot
Firefly
The Electrocutioner
Shiva
Maxie Zeus
The Mad Hatter
The Ratcatcher
Hush
Scarface
The Ventriloquist
Killer Moth
Scarecrow
Black Mask
Prometheus
The Great White Shark
The Calendar Man
Ra’s al Ghul
Talia al Ghul
Poison Ivy
Professor Strange
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Re: Yugioh: The Divine Conspiracy

Post by ConcernedGamer » Mon Jun 24, 2019 1:17 pm

That entire chapter was the epitome example of convenience. Everyone had it convenient, only limited by the fact that only one faction could have it at a time.

From how well the bad guys storm the building, to how somewhat high-ranking and named bad guys are mowed down or humiliated as easily as had they been faceless goons, and even the very way the author's limply stated "heroes" managed to confide in each other just in time to learn they shared a side, where it practically became the signal for the slaughter to commence.

Gunfire and missiles and choppers miss so often that they author doesn't even bother mention at times that the bad guys were actually trying to hit anything.

You had me give a rather hearty laugh at the AI mention. Fuck, that game was bad, and how it ever inspired the author I'll never understand.

I was almost insulted to read the word 'Pokemon' after that caricature of a modded GTA fever dream involving bikers and a Jojo villain. This entire fan-game gimmick that the plot revolves around is ridiculous to the point, where I could only accept it to be taken seriously as a backdrop in a satirical episode of South Park.

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