Eye of Insanity, Chp 1
***: Originally written in 1983, this story has been updated slightly for more contemporary times.
/I do not own Sailor Moon, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Armored Trooper VOTOMS, Gundam, Berserk, or -any- voice actresses of Japanese descent. /I'm a writer; I barely own a house. You monster.
In this world,
Is mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hand of Venus, hovering above?
At least it is true,
That you have no control
Not when descending into Madness. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA...
Sailor Mars was pissed that day. Her lover, who just happened to double as mega-popular pop star Aino Minako, had just died, and her princess, Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom—which wasn't on the moon—was about to kill herself, seppuku-style. Upon her spaceship Warlust, she stared at the display screen which showed Serenity in fierce battle against symbols of depression and self-hatred. However, the princess was losing, gothic dumbass that she was.
"What an idiot." Sailor Mars sighed, before ordering one of her many man-slaves to bring her some fucking popcorn. "Might as well enjoy it," she said, reflecting that those were the exact words she used when her mother took her virginity. Suddenly, Zakus appeared allegedly out of nowhere, shooting balls of hate speech and Zionism at the Warlust.
"All Guardians, prepare for battle!" Damn, Sailor Mars thought angrily as she raced to the hangar. Like a total dumbass, she ran into someone with blue hair or something. "FIRE SOUL!" She instantly burned the fool down; it would not be until some time later that she realized she'd just set fire to Sailor Mercury for the third time that week. She was running too quickly to hear the protests of her man-slaves or notice the horrible smell of burning metal; she flew down the helevator to the hangar, her plot armor saving her from the fifty-meter fall.
Meanwhile, outside the ship, she could see some pink-haired freak fly by on a motorcycle—only it wasn't a motorcycle, it was dark-skinned lesbian.
"Sailor Mars!" Sailor Jupiter greeted her from the cockpit of her Deathsythe Hell "you're late."
"Sorry, bitch." Sailor Mars shouted as she climbed onto her Strike Zero Custom.
The two mobile armors launched, and Sailor Mars fired anti-capitalism cannons into the Zionist horde, bringing many Zaku motherfuckers down.
Then, her bloodlust unsated, she turned on the Deathsythe Hell and forced Sailor Jupiter to pull out early once again, utterly obliterating the robot in the name of holy multiculturalism.
"What the actual fuck, Sailor Mars?!" Demanded Sailor Jupiter over the two-way radio.
"I don't trust boobs bigger than mine," she said shortly before retrieving Sailor Jupiter's ejection pod and flying back to the Warlust.
When they got back, everything on the ship was different.