Continuing self-insert into Winter 2019's most polarizing anime.
Waiting for Season 2...
Finger Count: 5/10
Eye Count: 2/2
Sanity Meter: 4%
Death Counter: 1
Let's try not to die.
Epic 22: The Rampage Part 2
Switching POV: 3rd Person-View
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?"
"SOMEONE BAR THE FUCKING DOORS-"
*BOOM*
Bodies.
Both armored and unarmored were sent flying upon the conflagration bursting out of the stairwell like a roaring furnace.
Disjointed footsteps echoed down the hallway, with each stumble of tattered leather sole followed by the jingling of heavy chains, dragging something with each thud making its way upstairs.
The remaining guards stood their ground, in spite of their legs and hands trembling-
... Whistling.
The monster was whistling a soothing, but haunting tune of its own as it was slaughtering their fellow man like wolf upon cattle during its ascension towards the second floor.
"... Do you know this song?" The voice from the stairwell spoke out.
No one dared to answer.
The voice sighs out in disappointment.
"... How tragic." The voice replied in a faux-awed tone. "So let me teach you..."
In a blur, a cloaked figure dragging several mutilated bodies in chains shackled to its wrist dashed out towards the hallway.
"REAPER! REAPER! THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE CALL ME!"
The madman wasn't even bothering trying to get the tune right.
"WHY CUZ THEY ALLLLL DIE! WHEN I SING I END THEIR LIVES!"
All he did as he and his leased beast tore apart the fellow guards and maids alike was roar out those perceived lyrics in a deranged tone and pitch, with screams of the guard's fellow allies being chewed and tenderized like fine meat-
"... Ok, you know what? It's not working."
The cloaked figure tosses the bisected corpse to the sole remaining guard's feet.
"I try and go the madman route, but all that does is make me feel bad and lose levels afterwards." The figure stated. "Look, as much as you and your fellow staff deserve to die slow and painful deaths, even I'm perfectly aware that you and your friends only work here 9 to 5 just to get food on the table and not out of some fascist loyalty, as no sane man would ever work for a rich, bloated tick like Rabier's, personal bootlicker for a living."
The remaining guard musters up the courage to reply.
"... T-t-then why?" He gasped out. "W-W-W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"
The figure kneels down to his face level as his right eye gleamed a red light from its iris.
"... Tell me." The maniac asked. "If you were given enough power to stop something, would you do it?"
The guard nods with sweat drenching down to the tip of his nose.
"Then that's all there's to it." The monster smiled. "I've found three dead bodies in his little basement, with roughly a half dozen more malnourished, traumatized, and their innocence beaten out of them. Point is, I'm going to make sure that the tick's comeuppance will be delivered due proper, and make sure that the mere stench of his existence is but a mere distant memory."
"Y-YOU MEAN THOSE DAMN BRATS DOWN THERE!?" The guard barked out. "THAT AIN'T MY BUSINESS, AND I SURE AS HELL DIDN'T TOUCH THOSE FLEABAGS' HIDES!"
The psychopath lets out a disappointed sigh.
"Two faults in that little sentence." The monster pointed out. "First, I would like you point out that you yourself could've stopped him. Sure you might've become a public pariah, but personal opinion, I believe no price is too great for an act of small decency."
"... And what's the second?" The guard asked in a hesitant tone.
"... You honestly think that I'd make the distinction between human and demihuman when it comes to basic rights to life?"
The monster then jabs the guard's nose into his skull, pruning his face rich purple as each blow from his steel-melded left hook repeatedly drove into his face.
After several dizzying blows to the guard's face, something hard and cold begins to slowly wrap around his neck.
The monster forces his body back up on his own feet, with the slow realization that iron chains were wrapped around his neck.
"Now before you say anything..." The monster stated casually. "Allow me poke additional holes into your worldview before your inevitable end."
The guard's bruised face is then slammed against the ice-cold windowsill.
"What I plan to do here is the following." The monster declared. "I'm not so crass to just kill Rabier and leave his body for the rats to fatten themselves upon. Oh no, for that would just incite needless panic and misinformation. No, what I'm trying to do, is send a message."
"... What message?"
"I would say something, but frankly, I think a visual example is more... warranted."
The guard then looks outside through the window that his face was pressed against, and sees the utter chaos happening below.
Monsters. Nothing but monsters.
From the skeletal, rotting, and ghastly undead, the gluttonous werebeasts devouring upon the bodies of the fallen, demihumans taking their vengeance upon the humans, and even humans, his fellow race, were partaking in this banquet of madness, gleefully killing the scatted castle guards in the courtyard with their blades and bows alike.
"What you see down there is future I herald." The madman stated triumphantly. "I united them, not under gold, not under ideology, not under one purpose of grand significance, but under the one truth."
Then something hard, bony, warm, and damp, clamp around his earlobes.
The bastard then chomps off his entire right ear off, causing the guard to scream out in agony as he felt the sinews of his flesh being torn from his skull.
"If all this world can bring is ignorance, institutionalized barbarism, and actively promoting utter idiocy among its masses, well, 'house cleaning' is an apt way to put it." The monster stated. "Simply put, Imma burn this whole damn continent to the fucking abyss that it's sitting its rocky ass upon, because every second that this damn rock continues to prosper, I stress out, and that in turn, is very bad for my health, at least that's what my psychiatrist said before I got my ass dragged to this shithole."
"... hey'll st... ou."
"What's that, bucko?" The maniac replied. "You might wanna speak up."
In a last show of defiance, the guard glares at the maniac's red eye.
"They'll stop you." The guard heaved out. "The [Heroes] will... stop you."
Then the maniac starts cackling.
Every decibel let out of his mouth echoed throughout his mind, as if the Devil himself was the one holding him hostage.
"... Oh sweetie." The monster wheezed out. "The so-called [Heroes] only live because I let them."
With that revelation, the guard's bravado shattered into a million pieces like the facade it was.
"Well, it was fun talkin' to ya." The monster replied with a grin. "Enjoy Hell for me, buddy!"
As the guard was kicked out through the window, he felt the chains around his neck begin to tighten around his throat as the hell on earth approached closer towards his feet.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME, DON'T COME NEAR ME-"
*SNAP*
... Hell never came.
Only darkness.
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
"Oh my god, that was tiring."
... Nope, Grimm was still feral as he was currently eating his next course of fresh meat.
Okay, a few things.
First, I myself am really tired, really stressed out, and as much as I'm having fun with my little power trip, I'm starting to learn the definition of "too much of a good thing".
Second, my joints, especially my neck, shoulders, and knees are on the verge of buckling due to the aforementioned stress.
And finally...
"WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FAT BASTARD!?" I roared out for the sake of catharsis.
As if responding to my cries, Grimm then drops the half-dead body and begins snaking around the halls to find Rabier.
"... Good enough." I replied as I shot the body dead with my page-shooting gun.
I then make my way though the ruined halls, with each step, scents of excess opulence rotting my brain matter out of my earholes.
"Ugh, this is taking too long." I sighed out. "Grimm, I don't wanna be that guy, but can you find the tick already? It's getting really late and I don't think staying in Whitman Fever any longer will do any of us favors."
My feral tome snarls out towards my left.
"... Great."
More guards/clowns.
"... Grimm, you mind if I borrow your chains?"
The silver linked bindings caress by open palm.
"Fair enough." I replied. "Now who wants to hang with the champ?"
Switching POV: Garou
"BREAK THROUGH THEIR LINES! NOW!" The wolf-[Brawler] barked out.
With one final push from their forces, the castle's defensive line crumbles, with their forces flooding into the castle's courtyard in a frenzied mass of arms and pure murder.
"BROTHER!"
Behind Garou, Fubuki ran towards him, covered in her own fair share of blood from her opposition.
"Took you long enough." Garou stated. "Where're the others?"
Several more armored guards were sent flying over both of their heads, with Wyndia, Rio, Rino, Byakko, Seiryu, Suzaku, Gaelion and Yaelia running past the twins.
"Fair enough." The wolf-teen sighed out. "So I'm assuming that the others are catching up?"
"The Hakuko Clan Remnants are coming along slowly, but I can't seem to find where the Otherworlders are, but recent reports told me that they got held up for a bit by a Three Heroes Church's assailant." Fubuki reported.
"Shit." Garou cursed. "So they're already onto us?"
"Seems like it." She replied. "So what now?"
"We look for big bro, that's what." Garou stated. "We gotta find him and tell him all this."
"Okay, but..." Fubuki trailed off as she looked out towards the chaos before them. "... Where is he?"
Suddenly, the two hear one of the manor windows break, followed up with a sickening crunching sound.
The twins find a dead body, its neck strung up by a noose fashioned from an iron chain, suspended in the air, lifeless.
"Found him." Fubuki stated.
Then the windows following from the hangman exploded into a row of flames, with some of the shattered windowsills hurling our smoldering bodies of guards and servants alike.
"... You think he's mad?" Fubuki asked her brother.
"Perhaps in another time." Garou replied. "I have no interests of getting my ass into the fire."
"Agreed."
Both twins then resume their raid upon the manor, leading the charge around the rear end of the castle.
They spot Rubicante, the [Ifrit], along with Ishmael, the [Dominion], and Strelitzia, the [Dryad], escorting a demihuman children in rags.
"What the hell's going on!?" Fubuki asked the three [Summons]. "Just where the fresh hell were those kids in this fucking castle!?"
"I dunno." The [Dryad] replied. "Human nobleman, the fact that we're in Melromarc, and these children were demihuman in the first place? Do the math."
"Such sin will not go unanswered." Ishmael pointed out. "Master Nan made sure of it."
"He will." Garou agreed. "I know he will."
A window shatters behind them, revealing another dead body.
"... But first, we should get those kids somewhere else safe." Garou pointed out.
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
One, two, three, four, murdering fools garlore-aw fuck it.
Pretending to be crazy while I'm technically gone crazy ain't doing shit.
I dunno, is the fun of killing evildoers... gone, now?
I mean, sure, it ain't stopping me, but the rush I got from doing it before is just... gone.
Have I accepted the fact that man itself is a monster to fellow man and that changing such reality is an nigh-impossibility?
... Maybe.
But someone has to answer this.
Someone has to answer for the man's crimes sooner or later, and I'm not the patient kind to do so.
So with that out of the way...
"[Dritte Burning Hands]."
My artificial left arm brands the guard's face like hot iron, him letting out a piercing scream as the glowing fingers slowly moved towards his eyeballs.
The scream became louder as I administered the world's most brutal ocular trauma.
I let go of the poor bastard, his head now an overcooked meatball.
"Grimm, how close?"
He tugs my arm to my right.
I peer around the corner, and see that fat fuck in ill-fitting bathrobe, surrounded by guards with [Steel Longswords] in hand.
... You know, I think I just figured out something.
I think I know why the guards, let alone, anyone armed, doesn't carry a shield around in Melromarc.
Whereas in my visit to Siltvelt, I saw Hakuko bodyguards carry [Ironclad Tower Shields] along with their weapon of choice.
... Which also explains why in smith's, the shields on display were flat out collecting dust.
I would point out the several flaws for their subscription of a religion where they apparently flat out ban safety equipment, but either way, everyone not on my side in this fucking estate unknowingly signed their own death warrants.
Time to cash in.
I load in my magnum with rolled up pages, hoping that each of them doesn't kill the fat fuck too quickly via crossfire.
I then aim the iron sights towards... one of the guards instead.
To quote Sun Tzu, "If you're going to shoot the general, then shoot the horse."
I pull the trigger, the muzzle firing out one of the random spells that the gun provided.
... An icicle spike running through the poor schmuck's neck, killing him dead, and spraying blood onto Rabier's robes, staining it red.
... Provided if he didn't piss on it first.
"NOW!"
With the shot fired, I unload my gun upon the guards surrounding Rabier, praying to make each shot count as I rushed towards them like starved puma.
A [Fireball], a [Lightning Saw], a [Gale Talon], a [Stone Bomb], and a [Dark Venom] were fired in rapid succession, hitting every guard surrounding the tick, killing them dead, leaving the fat fuck exposed.
"End of the line, hog."
I pull back my hammer, and stared the barrel down towards him.
He tired to beg, but I was done listening.
*click*
... Crap, forgot I wasted my six shots-
*SHIRCK*
"FUCK!"
Sonofabitch ran a knife through my leg!
"GRIMM!"
The feral tome lashes out from my right arm, his fangs biting his right leg down, and dragging him back towards me.
"How's that for karma, bitch?" I spat at him after I pulled the shank out of my thigh. "And no, I gonna kill you. Yet."
Rabier's face contorts into that of pure horror as the chains constricted his bloated frame.
"And because I'm feeling extra generous today, I'll permit you to speak, as long as you answer my question."
My catharsis couldn't come soon enough.
"... Where's the kitchen?"
Switching POV: L'Arc and Company
"Holy shit..." The [Scythe Saint] gasped out. "... They already did a number on this place without us?"
"You think it might all be mostly Nan's handiwork?" Theresa pointed out.
"For the life of me, I wouldn't even be surprised that it was him." Glass stated. "Which reminds me..."
The [Phantom Fan Saint] then looks back at their group, pointing towards the middle-aged adventurer behind them.
"You sure we should get him involved?" Glass pointed out. "I mean, sure, he's targeted by the church, but that's like out of the frying pan and into the fire."
From the distance, they saw an explosion coming from the castle's interior.
"... Literally." The [Phantom Fan Saint] facepalmed.
"C'mon." L'Arc shrugged. "Standing here ain't gonna do shit."
The four then cross the corpse-ridden bridge, bodies of guard and ally alike.
"... This place reminds me of home, but worse." Theresa gagged.
"Not your first time?" Dunban pointed out. "Believe me, during the Melromarc-Silvelt Wars, seeing this kind of shit ain't rare."
"Now that I think about it, I'd gotta ask." L'Arc pointed out. "I know that the two races were at war with each other, but considering that the [Waves] are a thing, why haven't they forming a united front against the looming threat yet?"
"... I honestly don't know myself." Dunban replied. "But coming from personal experience, I was only a kid back then. Saw the fighting, killing, raping, and other kinds of shit up close."
The other three's eyes widen upon hearing such thing.
"At first, I thought that the demihumans were the real monsters, slaughtering civilians upon the lands they conquered like wolves to herds of sheep, thinking of them no different to the monsters from the forest." Dunban went on. "But, things got proceedingly... complicated."
"How so?" Theresa asked.
"One misstep off of a ledge later, got myself washed down to a river." The old adventurer stated. "Next thing I knew, I found myself in a cot next to a old demihuman hermit. I think he might've been a grey raccoon, but semantics."
"Then what?" Glass asked.
"Like any other brat from Melromarc would do at that time." He pointed out. "Find something sharp and tried to shank the old fuck. Emphasis on 'tried', since, well, he pinned me down and took the knife from me."
"That bad?" Theresa gasped out in surprise. "Just how deep does the institution of hate run in this kingdom?"
"Way deeper than you think, really." Dunban bitterly chuckled out. "Did you know that the first thing they taught you at school is how to kill a demihuman in 101 different ways?"
All three of them went silent with shock.
"Yeah... Kinda easy to see why the kingdom banned that curriculum from the schools." Dunban pointed out. "... Not that it stopped some unsavory folk from resuming, but that's a story for another day."
The old [Myrmidon] scratched his head before resuming.
"So anyway, I was stuck with that old coot for a while. Treated my injuries, got to know him a little better, opinions shifted, you know, how people usually bond in dire situations. Things happened."
All three of the otherworlders give him a scrutinizing stare.
"... Okay, fine. I kinda considered him the dad I never had." Dunban sighed out. "But seriously, though. My original old man was an asshole."
"Drinker?" L'Arc asked.
"Yep."
"Sorry for asking-"
Their conversation was cut off from the sounds of high-pitched screaming coming from the center of the castle's interiors.
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"
The three then see a plump noble-looking person dragged out of the front door in chains, thrashing and squealing like a swine that was about to be slaughtered.
... Although from first impressions alone, L'Arc can already tell that the fat man was not gonna be missed.
"Theresa?" L'Arc asked the sky-blue haired [Magus].
"Yes?"
"Start a prayer." The [Scythe Saint] requested. "This is gonna be a bit of a harrowing experience."
"After all we've gone through?" Glass lampshaded. "Please, what can possibly happen that can top all of our collective experience-"
"Nan found and brought an entire knife rack with him." L'Arc stated.
"Theresa, do you have a spare rosary?"
The [Magus] hands the [Phantom Fan Saint] a row of prayer beads resembling her own, right before the two start praying for the poor soul subjected to Nan's scorn and madness.
"THAT PSYCHOPATH'S NAN!?" Dunban pointed out. "HE LOOKS LIKE DEVIL STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL-"
Three distinct, yet inhuman shrieking sounds were heard from a distance, eventually revealed to be demon-like creatures, each resembling a mole, lion, and a hammerhead shark, with them surrounding the [Tome Fallen] like if he's their pack leader.
"... Nevermind, he's actually the Devil himself." Dunban flatly mumbled to himself.
"KID! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" L'Arc barked out. "THIS WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN!"
The haggard cloaked figure looks up back towards L'Arc's eye.
"... Plans change."
He then tosses the array of kitchen knives down towards the ground, scattering the blades haphazardly.
"... The kids." Nan whispered out. "Where are they?"
"Right here."
A blazing demon-like creature approached Nan, following behind the creature being several demihuman kids, all covered in nothing but rags and faded, but still prevalent bruises.
Suddenly, L'Arc begins to connect the dots together.
One, the nobleman before Nan was responsible for those marks inflicted upon those children.
Two, it was too clear that Nan was going to force those children to kill their own captor.
And three, as twisted and borderline insane this whole predicament is, part of him is saying to just sit back and watch the karmic justice unfold, clashing with his principles of that of a [Hero].
"NAN! DON'T DO THIS!" L'Arc begged. "I KNOW THAT HE DESERVES WHAT'S COMING TO HIM, BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T MAKE THEM DO IT-"
... A faint scent of rosemary passes by his nostrils before his consciousness began to fade.
"... Sorry buddy." L'Arc heard Nan's voice. "But I need you and your friends to shut up for a moment."
The last thing he saw before his consciousness faded was a [Dryad] with a bloomed flower in her hand.
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
... Okay, questionable choice of action to my own (technical) ally aside, I really had no interest of fighting him out of all people.
Not only that, but he, by extension, his party, really didn't do anything to earn my utmost scorn, Glass initially trying to kill me not withstanding.
I'm a murderer, just not a demented one who goes around killing people for kicks.
With that said...
I turn towards the haggard kids.
"... So, first of all, sorry about the scare." I apologized. "Don't worry. The [Daemons] won't bite unless I say so. Which reminds me, how do you get them back into the cards?"
I then spot a blinking red dot coming from my [Lemegeton].
I touch the light and a message pops up in my HUD.
So kiddo! How's your first run with the [Daemons]?
Regardless, like all good things, they must come to an end.
But luckily, you can call them the next time that you need them.
But in order for that to happen, first you need to recall the [Daemon]s back into the deck.
Just say "recall", and voila!
Have fun!
... Figures.
"Recall."
[Mole], [Lion], and [Hammerhead Daemon] all return to their card forms, flying back into my deck case like what every Seto Kaiba-wannabe thinks how real-life cards work.
"... Now with that out of the way." I continued as I closed my deck case. "Let's get down to business, kiddos."
I give the tick a good kick to the ribs, getting a cough out of him.
"As you can see, I've taken the liberty of not only liberating you kiddos from Mr. Fatso's heel, but I decided to prepare something... extra special for the bad man that hurt you."
I point the kids towards the kitchen knives scattered across the ground.
"What we're going to do kids, is we're gonna punish the bad man for what he did to you." I stated with a smile on my face. "You know, killing your friends and family, slowly torturing you, breaking your spirit, and all those such things, correct?"
They all nod.
"Well I've got good news for all of you."
I hand a meat cleaver to a leopard-demihuman girl.
"It's your turn."
She then looks at me with a concerned look.
"Don't worry."
Before Mr. Fatty can even think about breathing, I give him a swift stomp-kick to his teeth with my heel, and breaking his possible psychological assault/#microaggressions.
"He can't hurt you anymore." I pointed out as I continued to stomp his teeth back into the gums that they sprouted out of. "But it's your responsibility to make sure of that."
With those words spoken out, the kids then begin to pick up the knives and slowly approach the bound pig, all of them adopting a frenzied and borderline-starved look in their eyes.
"You see that, pig?" I spoke out with glee as I took a step back out. "That's them, taking back their future that you've destroyed piece by piece. Now they're going to carve your ass up piece by piece!"
All the pig of man do is squeal.
"A once wise (not really) peacock once said; 'The dead exist in the past, and I must tend to the future'."
The hog's flailing was starting to become more violent, but thankfully, it won't be for long.
"NOW LET'S GIVE IT EVERYTHING WE GOT!" I roared out with unbound euphoria. "IIIIIIIIIIT'S [PUNISHMENT] TIME!"
... And with that, all I heard was my own, crazed-no.
Liberated.
Yeah. Liberated laughter. Echoing throughout the night sky. My cackles ringing like hell's bells signaling the poor fuck's guaranteed damnation.
GAME OVER
[Idol Rabier] has been found guilty.
Time for [Idol Rabier]'s [Punishment]!
Switching POV: Rio Murasame
She just arrived only to find the following.
Demihuman children crudely and wildly chopping up a fat man like amateur slaughterhouse workers with various kitchen knives.
And Nan laughing his ass off amidst the carnage ensuing.
"What the hell's going on?"
Rio managed to spit out those words before dropping her sword and vomiting onto the floor below.
"Oh!" A chipper voice called out to Rio.
She looks up, to find Wyndia reaching out her hand towards her.
"You alright, Rio?" The dog-girl called out.
"... I'll be fine." Rio groaned out. "Just what the hell's going on with the whole Lord of the Flies bullshit?"
"What's Lord of the Flies?" Wyndia asked. "Is it a monster's name or something?"
"... You know what?" Rio sighed out. "You do you, and I'll just go back to losing my lunch."
The Japanese girl goes back to vomiting as the cacophony of both cheering, muffled screaming, laughing, and stabbing were resumed.
Switching POV: Melty Q. Melromarc
The princess looks out towards the castle and to her surprise, the castle itself wasn't completely burnt to the ground.
The pile after piles of bodies laid askew everywhere as if a hurricane brushed past this patch of land, however?
Completely within her expectations, but no less nauseating.
"Even mother would be aghast at this sight..." Melty winced out as she carefully stepped around a mutilated soldier's corpse.
"Well, I for one say good riddance." Fohl, her estranged demihuman cousin spat out as he kicked one of the bodies off of the bridge's ledge. "If what Nan says is true about them, then they had this coming for a while."
Behind her, Malva grows weak on her knees and stumbles.
"Are you well, dear?" Khronos asked.
"... I'm sorry." The wine-haired lady answered out. "Just not used to seeing my fellow human killed liked this..."
"Well you were rather passive when our home guards were routed off back then, so I have no excuses." The white tiger-demihuman replied. "Then again, such is death and conflict that proceeded it."
Melty pinches her the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her bearing together amidst the fabricated chaos.
"Well..." Melty sighed out. "At least things can get any worse-"
She then saw Atlas (another of her estranged demihuman cousin) collapse onto her knees and starts vomiting.
"... Me and my big mouth." Melty winced out.
"Atlas, what's wrong?" Malva rushed to her daughter's side.
The young white tiger-girl continues to vomit as she feebly pointed her finger towards the castle.
"... Don't go in there..." Atlas's voice trembled out. "... Only death... awaits..."
"... Just what was Atlas inferring to?" Melty thought.
Curious, she runs ahead towards the castle gates, and finds the [Scythe Saint] and his party (including a random middle-aged man) lying on the ground, unconscious.
"... Wha-What the hell's going on?" Melty asked out as she resumed her dash towards the castle courtyard, where she finds the main force crowding around something, all cheering and chanting various words relating towards the vocabulary structure of somewhere between "kill" and "kill your family" (the latter is not exactly said around the crowd, but something in the back of her head says that the phrase goes really well with the former, and yes, she blames Nan for that mere thought).
She then pushes through the raving crowd, dodging and squirming her way through the rabble of human, demihuman, undead, and eldritch horrors (much to her chagrin) alike, eventually reaching the epicenter of the energy.
... She honestly wishes that she hadn't done such thing in the first place.
"YO! PRINCESS!"
The now-borderline crazed Nan approached her with a spring in his step, and a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
"So what brings you here, milady-"
With all her strength, she gives the maddened [Tome Fallen] a swift kick to his balls, bringing him to his knees in an instant.
"JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN THINKING!?" Melty roared out as she pointed towards the freed demihuman kids butchering their former captive.
"... In fairness, Princess." Nan groaned out. "It was kind of a spur of a moment thing."
Overcome with rage, she smacks him across his faces, knocking off his synthetic silver cheek, fracturing her hand a little bit.
"'Spur of a moment thing', my behind." Melty snarled out. "I've tolerated your lunacy by keeping my silence, but that little show put on there, was the last, damn straw."
The [Tome Fallen] groans in pain for a moment, before crawling towards where the silver plate resembling a jawbone was at, picking it up, and stamping it back over his exposed cavity on his right cheek.
"I may be powerless to stop you myself." Melty pointed out. "Hell, I'm fully aware I'm fodder to your little 'family' should you will it, but that doesn't mean I'll keep being passive! I have call you out, [Tome Fallen]! YOU'RE FORCING THESE CHILDREN TO KILL!"
Nan picks himself back up onto his feet before staring down at the Crown Princess.
"Two things wrong with that statement." Nan stated. "One, I'm not forcing those children to kill. I gave them a choice to either kill their past to reclaim their future, or not. They simply chose the former. I'm a mass-murderer, not a complete monster."
Nan then crouches down towards Melty's eye level, staring down at her own eyes with his mismatched set of plain black and glowing red.
"And two." Nan continued. "I see no reason to act upon your claims of me ending you, as you so aptly pointed out. Why should I kill someone who hasn't earned my utmost of scorn? After all, I don't recall you gloating about anything that would say, tickle my fancy, whereas Rabier over here made me want to vomit from his mere existence alone, so he had to be... punished with extreme prejudice, to put it aptly. Simply put, I see no reason to force my hand upon you, milady. My only wish is to enact actual justice without getting other people involved."
"Then explain." Melty asked while she dragged Nan's collar closer towards her. "Explain why that you had to kill everyone in the castle. Not only the guards, but also the maids, the servants, and I mean everyone!"
"I've also taken that into account, and frankly milady, I must ask..."
Nan grabs her dress's collar and hoists it towards himself, bringing her closer to his face, with his right eye's red light glowing even brighter than usual.
"... Do you think anyone remotely sane, would work for a pig of a man like him!?" Nan pointed out. "A man, by your own admission, that was considered too repulsive for your father's standards, which, may I recall, that your father was also a raging racist and potential warmonger, so by that logic, DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU, AT ALL!?"
"THEY MUST'VE HAD THEIR REASONS!" Melty retorted. "NOT ALL CASTLE SERVANTS AND LORDS THINK ALIKE!"
"BUT THEY'VE DONE NOTHING TO CHANGE IT!" Nan roared back. "THAT'S THEIR CRIME! THE GREATEST SIN OF MAN, COMPLACENCY!"
Melty is then thrown to the ground, onto the puddle of blood seeping from Rabier's now-butchered corpse.
"I won't take ignorance, fear, or complacency as an excuse for their actions up to now." Nan claimed. "The [Punishment] has already been dealt, the accomplices have also been dealt with, and all that is left is to make sure that Rabier's name and legacy is wiped from the very face of the earth."
Melty, brushing off the blood stained onto her dress, stands back up and confronts Nan once more.
"To what end, Nan?" Melty asked. "Just what are you trying to accomplish through your madness?"
His right eye gleams with a shine of blood red.
"Let's just say... that I'm taking the words of a certain great man to heart." Nan answered. "'Be the change that you want to see in the world.' Those are the words I now walk my road of life on."
Change.
That's what the [Tome Fallen] meant that he's no [Hero].
But what does he want to change in this world?
And what will that change be like?
What will it herald?
Just what will countless deaths and destruction of civilization herald in the madman's crusade against this world?
Those thoughts begin to overwhelm her, slowly devouring her sanity piecemeal like carrion feasted upon by a committee of vultures.
Melty lets out a small chuckle, devolving into tears upon the reached revelation.
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
Aw sonofabitch, I broke her.
Even though I was just being honest.
So with the dead body, the kids now each reaching their catharsis, and a job well done, I guess that means I can relax for a moment.
But first, priorities.
"Everyone." I ordered. "Loot out the damn castle, take whatever that isn't nailed down, leave no nook or cranny unturned, and burn the rest down."
I looked at the kids as my main forces began clearing out the castle for things.
"As for you folk..." I stated. "Honey, can you take a few volunteers to get them cleaned up? The journey ahead will be a bit of a long haul for a bit longer, but it's for their sake."
Strelitzia and a few girls from the [Rebel Infantry] guide the kids into the manor, following the looters into the castle.
"Gaelion, Yaelia, keep an eye out on the outside with Aabidah." I ordered the two [Dragons]. "I'll be fine on my own."
The two fly off where the [Ziz] was at, with the [Wyrmlich] getting on top of the [Dragon Emperor]'s back.
In the courtyard, it was just me and Grimm, surrounded by dead bodies, and one unconscious princess.
"Grimm." I called out to the snarling tome. "You alright now?"
The snarling tones down into deep breathing.
"... Never better, kiddo." Grimm heaved out. "Had to let it out for a bit. Also, that justice, was perfectly executed."
I then felt the [Ten Primordial Sins] fade away, my sanity slowly recovering back to a "calm" state.
"... You know what's funny, Grimm?" I asked.
"What is it?"
"... I really don't feel proud of myself right now." I pointed out. "What Melty said? Part of what she said was kinda true."
"Really?" Grimm replied in confusion. "You're taking her words over your own instincts?"
I look at bloodstained left hand.
"... Every time I lose myself, I feel like I'm losing my humanity, both figuratively, and quite literally." I pointed out. "All I want to do is to save innocents and punish the wicked, kinda like what [Heroes] are supposed to do. But the more I think about it, I gotta ask; is becoming the greater evil to destroy the lesser evil even worth it?"
"... Okay, suppose what if that royal brat said was partially right." Grimm retorted. "Sure, becoming a greater evil to mete justice towards the lesser evil; that's considered morally askew, but I gotta ask, do you think true justice can be brought in the hands of the overly self-righteous and blind, only thinking that they're good?"
"Of course not." I answered. "Because unlike them, I know what I'm doing is painting myself as a complete monster."
"So why do you do it?" Grimm asked.
"... Because it's not in me to just sit around a do nothing about it." I replied. "I have all this power, all this knowledge, and all of these folks that I can call family, so of course I'll take action when injustice is meted out towards the innocent. Even if it means that my actions will make me a monster, I'm perfectly willing to kill ten for the sake of saving one, because the 'one' is all that matters in my journey."
"Towards what?"
"... The truth." I answered. "I want to become the 'truth', to show that sapience is ugly, yet it's our responsibility to be aware of our ugliness, and be haunted by our actions. I want to show the whole world, that whatever they build will inevitably destroyed, whether through time or force, because what matters is that they can rebuild without hubris."
"So you want better your fellow man." Grimm pointed out. "By becoming both the archetypical good and evil."
"Something tells me that's not the whole goal, but yeah. Close enough, I guess." I replied.
We both share a small chuckle.
"So you're gonna eat those bodies?" I asked my [Forbidden Tome].
"Haven't eaten in a good while, so might as well gorge."
"Don't eat the blue-haired princess." I pointed out. "She ain't dead. I mean, look, she's literally twitching like a half-dead fish."
"Speak for yourself."
In front of me, the remaining members of the Hakuko Clan were before me, with Malva checking on the still-twitching Melty.
"... Grateful as I am that you and your band managed to eradicate that fat bastard and clean out his hole, even I think this is overkill." Khronos pointed out.
"You're welcome, and I have no excuses whatsoever." I replied.
... I can't watch anymore.
I take off my cloak, wrap her whole body up like a human burrito, pick her up in my arms, and carry her away.
"... Sorry about... well, everything." I quietly apologized to the cationic princess and to the Hakuko family. "It ain't much, but, I do what I-"
I then hear barfing sounds coming from a certain corner of this dark castle.
I turn to find Genbu, now vomiting from his post-bender.
"Goddamnit, you've ruined the moment." I pointed out.
I was answered with more vomiting.
"... At least someone enjoyed himself." Atlas bitterly muttered out.
Switching POV: "Dunban"
The aged man slowly woke up from his slumber.
"Ugh..." The man groggily thought. "Thank God almighty that I slipped in a smellingsalt underneath my tongue and faked my nap. Thing stings like bugger."
Looking around the castle, he notices the following:
One, the main ground forces are too preoccupied looting the manor of its riches, with no one outside on the ground to keep watch, leaving various blind spots open.
Two, there were two eyes in the sky, both being [Dragons], out of all things, so in essence, he was just as susceptible to getting caught as he get a quick getaway.
And three, he himself was still a little numb from the knockout, realizing that whatever put him and the [Scythe Saint]'s whole party to sleep was just as potent as his countermeasures.
Sneakily, he checks for his belongings.
[Compact Steel Spear], [Steel Shortsword], and the most important object on his person.
... The [Three Heroes Church Crucifix].
"If I recall the intel correctly, Rabier's land here apparently resides a sealed beast that I can release with this..." Dunban thought. "Gotta make sure I move in the dark, close to the walls, and hopefully my body recovers just in time for me to make a mad dash towards that obelisk behind the castle grounds..."
Slowly, he began to worm his way towards the castle's sealed grounds.
"[Three Heroes] or not, that sonofabitch is too dangerous to be let loose upon Melromarc, let alone, this whole damn continent."
Switching POV: Seiryu and Suzaku
As their merry band began taking whatever wasn't nailed down from the manor, the [Blue Tyrera Queen] and her surrogate [Red Filoial King] baby brother were standing in front of a locked door, with the younger picking the door's lock with his [Heat Dart].
"Gotta be careful not to weld the locking mechanisms together..." The [Adventurer] mumbled to himself. "... Normally, regular shivs would've done the trick, but if I break anymore silverware, I get the distinct feeling that Nan might get mad."
"Why not just break down the door?" Seiryu suggested. "I mean, we're not gonna need the door intact or anything, right?"
"There's 24-Karat gold laced in this door, I spotted roughly six trapdoors on our way here, and I'm almost done with my lock picking, so if you can just... almost... got it!"
The lock clicks open as Suzaku removes his rope dart from the keyhole.
The boy turns the doorknob, opening the door leading towards a stairwell to a presumed storage.
"Come on." Suzaku stated as he lit one of the torches from the stairwell. "The loot ain't gonna move itself."
The two then venture deep into the twisting stairwell, each step reverberating from the faded masonry to their bare feet tapping against the course surface.
At the end, another door was standing before them.
"So baby bro?" Seiryu asked. "Anything?"
"Look up."
Above them was a suspiciously-placed hatch-like compartment.
"Smell anything?" Suzaku asked.
"... Something disgusting." Seiryu winced out as she pinched her nostrils shut. "Like... actual shit, but it's on fire..."
Suzaku gulps.
"Only got one shot at this then..."
He takes out his [Heat Dart] and begins to pick the lock.
"Thought so..." He murmured. "Anyone competent enough would install different kinds of locks for security, but it's only considered stupid when there's a universal skeleton key, and if there were, someone would've likely found it and-"
Suzaku sniffs the air.
Something was burning, and it was right above his head.
"... That's shit on a timer, isn't it?"
He then increases the speed of his work, while taking into account of the presumably an entire vat of boiling tar looming over his head.
Sweat begins to drip down to his cheeks as the pressure continues to mount, with just one wrong nick being all it takes for him to be fried chicken.
"Here we go..." He whispered out. "It's life or death."
The final lock has been released.
Suzaku opens the door, all the while looking up at the trapdoor.
"... I-I did it." Suzaku stated in relief. "B-Big sis! I DID IT-"
When he looked towards his rear, Suzaku saw her sister charge towards her with a panicked expression on her face.
"LOOK OUT, DUMBASS!"
Seiryu tackles Suzaku into the chamber, with the [Red Filolial King] seeing a cascade of boiling black rain down upon their heads.
The two crash through the door, with the boiling tar trap hissing upon hitting the cold stone floors...
... And Seiryu's entire right foot.
The dragon girl screeches out in pain as both she and Suzaku scrambled out of the steaming puddle of dark sludge.
"OMIGOD, BIG SIS!" Suzaku squawked out in panic.
"... Ha-Ha-I'm fine, r-really." The [Blue Tyrera Queen] reassured. "... I-I'm a [Dragon], after all. A little burn ain't gonna kill me."
"But it still hurt you." Suzaku pointed out as he wrapped ointment-coated bandages around her bare right foot. "That's more then enough reason to worry. That, and my carelessness."
"Ain't your fault, kiddo." Seiryu assured. "Blame the guy who built that shit."
The [Red Filolial King] nods.
"... Can you walk?" Suzaku asked.
Seiryu answers by taking out her [Rune Slayer] club-sword, and pitches herself back upright like if she's using a cane.
"Good enough?" She replied.
"Stupid question, then." Suzaku answered with satisfaction. "Now let's see if there's anything good down here."
The two then began exploring the dark depths of the storage, finding gold, treasures, a few rare-looking [Equipments], and a few heirlooms that might fetch a pretty penny or two.
"Just how the are we supposed to carry all of them out of here?" Seiryu pointed out at the overabundance of loot before them. "We ain't [Heroes], so we can only carry so much at the same time."
"Hmm..." Suzaku thought. "... If Nan were here, then he would go after the things we can use in combat before the gold, at least, that's how I perceive it."
"So the [Equipment] then?" Seiryu replied.
"Take many as you can carry." Suzaku answered. "Pocket a few coins or gems if you can fit them in your pocket, but when it comes to priorities on the [Equipment], [Weapons] first, [Accessories] second, and [Armors] third, since that's how we can realistically carry them out of here."
"Got it-OW!"
Something bumps Seiryu's nose right in front of her.
"Um... Suzaku?" Seiryu called out.
"What?" He replied through a clutter of sheathed blades and plate mails.
"... I think I found something."
Suzaku points his torch at front of Suzaku, only to be greeted by a draconic-looking maw gaping open towards the two.
... Encased in a semi-translucent yellow-orange rock.
"What the hell is that thing?" Suzaku whispered out in horror.
"... Is it a bad time to tell you that thing in the rock might be alive?" Seiryu nervously pointed out.
"Let's just take what we can and get the hell out, alright?" Suzaku asked.
"Agreed."
The two then continue their acquisition of the rare [Equipments] lying around the chambers, all the while trying their best to ignore the giant sealed beast in the room.
"Alright..." Suzaku sighed out. "... I think this is good enough."
"Sooner we're out of this place, the better..." Seiryu agreed.
The two then slowly make their way back towards the ajar door, bogged down by the combined weight of their loot.
However, as soon as they reach the door, the stone sealing the beast within begins to illuminate.
No words but the following were said.
"RUN!"
The two bolted as the sealed beast breached through its amber prison, unleashing its terrible wrath upon the world that had forgotten it.
Tyrannosaurus Diabolus Rex
Hold onto your butts.
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
So here we were, back at our little R&R, Melty's still out of it, Genbu's still puking out chunks, the Hakukos were doing their best not to strangle me, and as for me and Grimm...
... I guess doing absolutely nothing after nonstop action is a good way to recuperate.
"So..." I asked my tome. "... We did good?"
"We did great."
He then lets out a burp, spitting out a loose femur, picked clean of its meat.
I try and close my eyes just to temporarily close myself off from the crazy world around me, attempting to find some solace.
I probe deeper into the depths of my own mind, and at the epicenter, I find something, oddly enough.
So much for a little me-time.
"Umm..." I called out towards something. "... Don't mean to sound so presumptuous, but what are you?"
That thing then morphs into my visage, right down to the last detail.
"Oh come on." The reflection replied. "I've been with you since you were born. Hell, everyone sapient has their own versions of me floating around in their noggin."
"... So you're like my inner self?" I answered. "A sort of like my own conciseness taken tangible form?"
"Sure, let's go with that." My inner self replied. "While you were more receptive to my presence compared to the other Neanderthals back at our world, it was only after we got dragged into this shithole that I started to gain a... sort of a will, of my own, to put it mildly."
"Now that I think about it..." I thought out loud. "... My behavior as of late seems to be more... instinctual then it usually is. I mean, at first, it was my prior knowledge of the world's source material that drove my survival instincts to borderline arrogant levels..."
"Then came the world's worst game of five-finger-fillet, and everything went sort of downhill from there."
"Right." I agreed. "In hindsight, putting my actual body on the line in situations where I really needn't so kinda bit me in the ass long-term."
"... So who's supposed to be the smart one here, wiseguy?" My inner self berated me.
"Hilarious, but I'll pass." I replied. "I already have plans to take responsibility for my actions up to now, and FYI, you're partially to blame for this, you know."
"Elaborate."
"Why am I resting when I should be in high alert right now?" I asked. "Last time I checked, the [Three Heroes Church] bastards are persistent as they are racist."
"Look pal." My inner self spoke out. "Being wary is good and all, but I need you well in order for me to keep functioning. Healthy body, healthy mind, after all."
"Touche." I snarked. "Although I can't exactly tell if you're trying to encourage me or berate me for my moments of idiocy."
"Then here's a newsflash." My inner self called out. "You know Barney?"
... I thought I forgot about something.
"... Aw son of a-"
"-BITCH!" I cried out as I woke up.
My eyes shot towards the pillar, seeing the same old geezer that was with L'Arc's party.
... Sonofabitch, he played them for utter fools!
"EVERYONE, RUN!" I roared out as I reloaded my [Grimoire Heart] and picked up the now-asleep Genbu, reeking of overaged wine from his snores alone.
I dash towards the bastard and fire my magic gun towards.
... A [Snowball] strikes his face, not even fazing him.
"OF ALL THE TIMES, A FUCKING DUD!?" I roared out in rage as I shot my gun again.
... Too little, too late.
The crucifix in his grip glows in a malevolent magenta light, causing the obelisk to react.
The ground below me begins to quake, as the pillar begins to light up like beacon of my resumed torture known as my current life.
"Sorry kiddo." The man spoke to me.
"'SORRY' MY ASS!" I roared back. "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU'RE RELEASING UPON THIS WORLD, RIGHT!?"
"That, I know too well." He replied. "By the way, tell the kid with the scythe, that my stories were true, despite everything-"
He was promptly devoured whole before he can finish his elegy.
"Well, shit." I cursed. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
The Hakukos take Melty and bolt out of the area.
And a good thing too, since before me, was a giant-ass purple T-Rex.
"... You know what, Grimm?" I spoke out as the beast stared me down with killing intent radiating from its mere presence. "I think I wasn't mad enough beforehand when I butchered that hog."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He growled out with barely-restrained bloodlust.
"BIG BRO!"
The twins then come out of the door, with the injured Seiryu and Suzaku slung over their backs.
"The others, where are they?" I asked.
"They're evacuating the castle as we speak." Fubuki answered. "Rio, Rino, and Wyndia are leading, and the [Dragons] themselves are on their way.
And right on cue, Gaelion and Yaelia both land adjacent towards me, with both letting out resounding roars that reverberated throughout the night sky.
"And of the Hakukos and L'Arc and company?" I asked.
"Byakko and the other [Perfected Homunculus] staff took care of that." Garou answered.
I sigh in relief.
"... Good."
I reactivate my [Ten Primordial Sins] once again, letting the primal darkness flow thorough my veins, imbuing with unbelievable power.
"Big bro, your orders?" Garou asked.
I grin as I load in a rolled [Tome] page into my [Grimoire Heart] back to six.
My grin becomes wider as my [Scribes] all appear behind me, from the clattering [Liches] to the growling and snarling [Gnolls], all ready to resume their work.
"... Ice that ugly motherfucker."
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Kept you all waiting for a while, huh?
I got until the 21st until Winter 2020 starts, so a little wiggle room has been provided for me.
So about this chapter, a few revisions were made there and there, a few character developments there and there, you know, the works.
Now, the two things that's been going on in my shitshow of a life.
First, my old man is dead at the age of 50, funeral was done and over with, gave a speech, family got the ashes, and made a promise to myself that I don't end up like he did, because that would suck.
If there's one solace to this, is that at least he died with the people that he loved being with him.
... I swear, it's just depressing in concept to even write this out, but I just gotta explain myself somehow.
And two, my health.
Finals, my dad being dead, and along with the fact that I myself am emotionally oblivious, so the body took the brunt of the stress-induced punishment.
At least I can eat meat and white rice, but gotta avoid anything wheat flour-based (hard to digest in my current state) or any raw vegetables (methane) like the fucking plague.
I exercise daily just to keep myself regular, been getting acupuncture at least once or twice a week, been on peptol-bismol for about a week and a half, and lost about 30 pounds of body weight for the past three to four weeks.
... As one can clearly read, it's been fun (not really).
I'll try not to utterly cripple myself, because growing up may suck hard, but growing up in a hospital cot sucks even harder.
Worst part?
I can already tell that Christmas is gonna suck this year, but I was promised a Hi-Resolution Astray Noir.
Oh, and one last thing.
Throughout writing this fic and reading through other Shieldbro OC fics, the common complaint about them seems to be on how much they seem to follow the set plot points, culminating in the same story with different characters.
The whole reason why I'm slashing Rabier early are for two reasons:
A: the longer I keep him in the plot, the more likely that my blood vessel will likely pop from excess stress while drafting.
B: I plan to make this my story, not Naofumi's. He had his day in the sun, and now my OC's gonna blow it up, both his story and the sun (probably).
Venting over, time for the stat updates.
Stat Updates (Current Party):
Name: [Rising Conqueror] [Nan Hon-Jah]
Class: [Tome Fallen]
Level: 75
Affinities: [Ten Primordial Sins]
Alignment: Chaotic Mad
Equipment: [Forbidden Tome, Grimm the Heretic], [Grimoire Heart], [Lemegeton], [Sibylline], [Necromancer's Robes]. [Mire Boots], [Wight's Rune of Spite], [Silver Wolf's Maw], [Bandit's Silver Thumb], [Visage of Madness], [Mystic Geas: Puppeteer], [Portable Dragon's Hourglass]
Battalion: [Scribes]
Attack: 86 (+195)
Defense: 83 (+10)
Agility: 84 (+75)
Luck: 76 (+85)
HP: 640 (+95)
MP: 730 (+305)
Name: [Genbu]
Class: ?
Level: ?
Affinites: None
Alignment: ?
Equipment: [Wayward Nomad's Garbs], [Silver Pocket Watch & Chain], [Silver Shortsword], [Silver Buckler], [Fafnir's Flametongue]
Attack: ?
Defense: ?
Agility: ?
Luck: 9,999
HP: ?
MP: ?
Name: [Garou]
Class: [Slave Brawler]
Level: 49
Affinities: [Dark]
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Equipment: [Assassin's Leather Armor], [Nightshroud], [Blade Gauntlets], [Primal Claws], [Katars]
Attack: 61 (+50)
Defense: 47 (-20)
Agility: 59 (+65)
Luck: 45 (+20)
HP: 310 (+20)
MP: 230 (+20)
Name: [Fubuki]
Class: [Slave Monk]
Level: 48
Affinites: [Ice]
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Equipment: [Twilight Gunstaff], [Darkbane Gauntlets], [Twilight Cloak], [Twilight Hunter's Hood], [Mana Medallion]
Attack: 56 (+45)
Defense: 43 (+30)
Agility: 53 (+25)
Luck: 45 (+20)
HP: 390 (-50)
MP: 640 (+100)
Name: [Seiryu]
Class: [Tyrera Queen Spell Fencer]
Level: 46
Affinites: [Water]
Alignment: True Neutral
Equipment: [Rune Slayer], [Barbarian Armor], [Barbarian Helm], [Berserk Rune], [Berserker's Mantle], [Chimera Teeth Necklace]
Attack: 54 (+125)
Defense: 51 (+55)
Agility: 27 (+20)
Luck: 26 (-10)
HP: 247/570 (+250)
MP: 200 (+65)
Name: [Suzaku]
Class: [Filolial King Adventurer]
Level: 47
Affinites: [Fire]
Alignment: True Neutral
Equipment: [Heat Nail], [Vermilion Robes], [Rouge's Cowl], [Mark of the Apex Predator], [Celestial Rune of Protection], [Mark of the Shadow Dancer], [Mark of the Apostle]
Attack: 64 (+120)
Defense: 21 (+15)
Agility: 90 (+70)
Luck: 74 (+40)
HP: 33/130 (+40)
MP: 130 (+40)
So, what you guys think of this Epic?
How will our so-called heroes will put down Barney the Purple Dinosaur?
And for fuck's sake, will there be even more Danganronpa references every time [Punishment] is used!?
Leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience are thinking.