From Regent's street to Sunset Blvd. a down-on-her-luck, purple haired girl was wandering for years after her luck as the broadcaster and mascot for one of the biggest Hentai companies ended in controversy after sex tapes, political scandals and assassination attempts ocurred on her lifetime. The once famous Zone-tan was now begging for copper from Leicester Square to the shanty-towns of Kingston. She's tried everything. Music, modeling, writing (Hah, as if that ever led someone somewhere!) even starring her own series just for a brief pilot episode. It was night time on the switching yard. The ragged former deity of 2D pornography got in the midnight train running both ways. Her brain was overworked, it wasn't a typical ahegao mind-break, it was plain old depression, defeatism. She had nothing else to live up for. Fromer friends now sold as delicatessen dishes in seafood restaurants after the ban on Tentacle Porn.
"This makes no sense, to go on, I mean. People don't pay for pornography anymore, people think not fapping gives them supernatural superpowers, all of this ruined my career. It's just not the same as it was in the mid-turn of the 2000's" - Zone-tan texted on an anonymous server with a man that seemed to respect and understand her work and her position.
"It's a long way, but you'll find true love and tenderness on your block. That's all I can say. Just keep walking the walk and look around the corners." - the strange man said to her in another text.
"Tenderness on my block? What the fuck does that even mean? Does this creep even know who she's talking to? I used to be a Goddess! Ah, to hell with all!"
In one of God's forsaken alleys Zone found a nice, familiar looking cat. "C'mere, kitty!" Zone said playfully.
"No, Fuck you" The cat said revealing to be Ankha, once a powerful figure, now living on a cardboard box. "Thanks to your obscene material I was forced to relocate and hide. I hope that helps you sleep at night."
Zone felt devastated, partly because she couldn't understand what was the deal with her works, or more like, the works of her company, the company she was a mascot of. Seeing Ankha like that... it just messed her up. She needed something strong to swallow the results of her actions. Gin.
Zone walked by the North-East LA area, trying to survive however she could whenever she wasn't recognised as the former Deity of Porn, then the job would have to blow. And we're not talking about explosives. It was a long night of earning money by wetwork (all kinds of wet fluids).
"I need a truck to hold all my bad thoughts" Zone thought badly.
Cruising down the streets in her '64, Zone was eyeballed by a former associate. The automobile slowly tailed her while Zone dropped the last drops of gin from her bottle into her booze-thirsty lips. (It helps taking out yucky flavours!)
The car's horn started to blast and Zone jumped letting out an "Eek!" throwing her bottle to the pavement. Caught by the headlights of the '64 Zone staggered to the driver's seat
"It's a sad song we always we seem to be singing to each other, isn't it?" - the driver's femme voice let out smugly while glancing at the raggedy Zone with a pair of aviator sunglasses.
"R-Raven?!" - Zone recognised that smug voice.
"Ass, a rat, metric synthos. How's it been old timer? You look like hammered shit." - Raven said with a Cheshire Cat smile pulling down her shades to make eye contact with Zone-tan.
"I don't think I need any explanation. You know how it went when internet porn was banned, I'm jobless, nearly homeless and desperate for my big break. What's up to you?"
Zone was mightly pissed off at her for her obvious faux care.
"Well, thanks to you, for a long time whenever people looked me up or spoke about me it was "Raven's ass this, Raven's ass that" "Sladed" and so on, and so on. But it gave you money, did it not? At the cost of my privacy and my intimacy" - Raven replied swiftly and smoothly, like a hot knife of guilt stabbing the butter mind of Z-tan.
"Are you kidding me? You were PG-13 fan service since the day you were born back in the 80's! You wore a black leotard 24/7 for crying out loud!"
"See, that's where you fail to realize that my creating was a needed cordial gesture of peace during the Cold War's most heated moment. My sensual abilities distracted the beligerents in the conflicts in Southern Africa, Afghanistan and I even made the Falklands War last a mere three months! But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? For you is "I'm watching you fap! Ha! Gimme money and attention!" - Raven said banging the wheel of her car remembering all of the years under Zone's domain. "Now I think you're suffering from what's called "karma" my dear, friend."
Zone-tan's life was filled with good days, bad days and days not to be remembered. But this was it.
Both girls departed their ways. Raven seemed to be leading a succesful life working on pandering reboot after reboot of her previous works. Zone was headed were it all started. ZTV's base located in a remote island in the Bering Sea, Alaska. The place was still stained from the long lost days of futa action with tentacles galore. The smell of dried cum blended with the dirt that caused some slight sneezes on Zone-tan as she recalled her Glory Days. But it was all long gone. She gave one last clean-up to the skull badge, wiping the dust off of it. She saw her reflection and a teardrop fell as she knew that this was the last time she'd be here, or anywhere. She prepared a highly powerful potassium cyanide pill hidden under her skull ribbon and just as she was about to take it she gave her last words "I only wanted to teach the world to fap, in perfect harmony. I failed."
As the pill went into her oral cavity from the shadows a slim figure pushed her making her cough the pill out.
"NO!" - The shadowy figure said. "Zone-tan, you have more than this to live for. Just live, it's not written anywhere where our lives should end or even start. You still have it, that charm, that charisma. Don't give up."
Zone-tan got up from the floor coughing and asking "Who the fuck are you?"
"Just a passing-through Kamen Rider, remember that!" the man replied. He threw a pink camera at Zone exclaiming "CATCH THE WORLD!" as he petted her head.
That head pat, that was the key for the Great Gig inside Zone, she went into a daze and found her true meaning in life. To live, to live unchained from the taboos and social dilemmas of her work. To be beyond porn, to be an artist .
Zone checked the pink camera "Pink? Didn't you have it purple?" she asked
"It's magenta... check the last pictura taken in the reel" the man said
"What are those?" Zone asked, the picture contained a pair of Reindeer-like animals
"Caribous. I took it just outside. To the Auletians the Caribou is a symbol of life. It will be spring here soon, I guess it's the same for you." - The man said again
He vanished into the shadows and Zone saw the world through magenta tinted glasses. The snow melting outside and the sun waving hello to the creatures of the world. It was time to live. Buy the ticket, ride the caribou.
Life is not what we are coded to do on a flash video or in some fanart, but the things we do while we live. And this was the start of a new life for Zone-tan. Catching the world by photography, the sky, the sea, the caribou...
Such was life for our Zone-tan. Forever Lost to the Zone.