Sanae stood atop the windmill outside the Human Village.
It was January. She was working to bring water and power to the Human Village, in the name of the goddesses Yasaka and Moriya.
Taking a deep breath, she stood atop the unfinished frame of the windmill, and down at the partially dug-up riverbed that would course through the village.
On the ground below, girthy villager men exerted their force on the supplies. They stomped their shoes through the crops, punched their thick arms against the side of a metal crane, and slammed their bodies down onto bags of seeds, blowing them open and spilling their contents everywhere.
'What the hell.' Sanae really wasn't sure where this mass of foreign men came from. They didn't seem like they were from around here, even. 'Where'd all these fat guys come from…?'
From below, a fierce banging awoke Sanae's senses.
A large man was coming up the stairs towards her, a huge grin on his face. "Hh… hey. Hey, you, girlie."
"Who the heck're you." Sanae folded her arms. "Why're your douchebags breaking our stuff?"
"We was told there'd be bitches and booze." The American man flashed a yellow grin. "The fuck you gonna do about it?"
"Hit you?" Sanae strolled closer, looking worried. "Like…"
From nearby, he took a piece of long lumber off the floor. "Oh, yeah? Wehehell, in that case-"
In a moment, Sanae clubbed him across the head with her gohei.
Loudly, he fell back, stumbling onto and down the twisting stairs that lead up to the windmill's top. "Huu- aa- aagha- aah!"
"Um…" Sanae watched him tumble down, grimacing. "Wh-... whoops."
Floating into the air, she took from the windmill's top, and floated down into the clearing where more foreign men were doing varying jobs of smashing random equipment and supplies.
"What're you all doing!?" Sanae yelled at them all. "Stop it!"
There were a lot. Way more than she thought, even.
She floated higher into the air, avoiding a pack of wolves that ran for her below. "Wh- what the heck…!"
Then, an explosion. The men had rocket launchers, too, and began shooting them around, blowing up crates and piles of dirt.
"What!" Her eyes widening, Sanae almost staggered back in the air. "Wh-"
She leaned out of the way of some oncoming, poorly aimed RPG rounds.
At this point, she wasn't even upset. The sheer surreality of the situation hadn't even sank into her mind, until she had to lean out of the way of live rockets. 'Am-... am I dreaming? What the hell's going on…!'
"Arfh! Arh!" Wolves barked up at her from below, while men pushed the crane into the open riverbed.
There were at least a hundred foreign men, some not even in villager regalia, moving to tear at crates and stonework. Some had hammers, and some had the aforementioned rocket launchers.
She was forced to float away, not really interested in finding out if they had any actual firearms, or if she could survive a pointblank rocket blast.
From a more distant plain, still somewhat near the village, she stared up at the windmill as it was bombarded by explosions.
'This- could be really bad, if it spreads to more than our construction project…! Did the outside break in somehow!? Are those actually human dudes? Um…!'
Then, a hand tapped on her shoulder.
She turned, seeing a man with sunglasses, clad in a long black coat. He was a Japanese man, and his hair was slick black, unassuming.
"Sanae Kochiya?" He asked. "I am Jo Amon."
"...Ye- yeah?" Sanae really wasn't sure if she should just hit him right now…
"I have been enlisted to shut down your Human Village improvement project." He announced. "To that end, I have conscripted over one hundred thousand Americans, who may be accurately transported within the Hakurei Barrier almost anywhere, at any time necessary to prevent your construction efforts."
...Sanae blinked idly, her face going through a mixture of emotions. "What? Why…?"
"If you'd like to contest this," he held out a sheet of parchment, "you must meet me in the Grand Bullfighting Ring in Okinawa, Japan. Bring up to six of Gensokyo's most valuable warriors to help you. Or, if you're confident, bring anyone who you feel will let you turn the tide of our numerical superiority."
Sanae took the parchment, brows furrowed.
Folding his arms, Jo frowned. "You have twenty four hours to reply. If you do not, our men will come to your shrine and take what is theirs."
Sanae felt a pang of fear. 'My computer!'
"I look forward to our encounter, Sanae Kochiya." With that, Jo Amon phased out of Gensokyo, his form vanishing as he simply willed himself elsewhere.
...Blinking, Sanae stared down at the parchment.
'What the hell'm I supposed to do. Like…'
She didn't have the time to get all the girls together and ready in just twenty four hours, she was sure. And, six people? She was sure she wouldn't get six of them to help! She didn't want to bother her goddesses with something she could solve easily herself either...
Then she snapped her fingers.
'I'll just briefly ask them to send out a distress signal on the wind! I'll ask everyone in Gensokyo at once, and I oughta get way more than six people to help out! Reimu, Marisa, Sakuya- everyone's gonna come lightning fast, if they can!'
With a burst of wind, Sanae took off, beholding the exploding windmill along the land below as she soared across Gensokyo's landscape.
'I'll need your help now, everyone! Miracle power, don't fail me now!'
PAINT 3D'S NEW GROOVE
Original Character Submission Form
Name: Your dude's name.
Age: About how old they are!
Gender: I HOPE YOU KNOW 'CAUSE I DON'T
Species: You- you know, right?
Appearance: GO WILD REALLY
Personality: i expect a ten thousand word essay
Primary Weapon: don't pick plant hangers those suck
Secondary Weapon: don't pick stickybomb launchers those are primaries
Reason for Joining: bring me sanae
Paint Color: i need more cum
Desired Difficulty: big dick energy; how absolutely assfuck the opposing mooks will be
Y'SEE Y'GOT like AROUND FOUR CHOICES
Easy: humans and fuckin' wolves who cares
Normal: youkai and humans with BAZOOKAS and horse shit
Hard: lotsa youkai and big dumb things like yuki-onna and some oni and moon rabbits and tanks
NIGHTMARE: ZOMBIE HYDRAS, COSMIC MONOLITHS, YAMAXANADUS AND ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING, GALACTIC HORRORS
here's an example of an acceptable OC:
name: chuckles the clown
species: clown
gender: boy
appearnace: red hair and makeup and bright red nose
affflation moryia corps
personality: funny but in a good way and also really nice
reason for joining side: sanae
weapon of choice: generic paintball gun but also pies
paint color: that one color between yellow and green
what i do with the information: i try and represent the OC to the best of my abilities or make fun of them if i think their concept is stoopid or funniable
your OC might or might not be killed in the line of action but sanae's gonna try and get everyone through this alive!
if there are enough slots filled for the defense, don't worry! your OC might make it into the next defense! i might make them each like a chapter long or something, i write big chapters