Gamindustri...
A place I fucking hate. In this inconsistently mapped realm, four CPUs(Console Patron Unit) rule over us mortals. They all live in Celestia, a world seperate from ours. Because they think they're too fucking good for us.
CPU Black Heart, and her "Land of Black Regality, Last Ass Stat- I mean, Lastation." Yeah, Lastation, that's what I totally meant to say. Oh yeah, my little brother lives in that place. Sad for him.
CPU White Heart, oh man, and her "Land of Being My Jerked Off To By My Little Brother." It's actually the "Land of White Serenity, Lowee." My family and I come from that place. Well, my little brother will 'come' for White Heart any day.
CPU Green Heart, and her "Land of Tits and Ass." Yeah, i'm doing this gag for every CPU, because fuck them. It's the "Land of Green Pastures, Leanbox." Green Heart makes me want to go out to pasture.
CPU Purple Heart, and her "Land of Purple Nurples." That one was too easy. "The Land of Purple Progress, Planeptune." This my current home, because it's the least annoying out of the other nations. Also I get to beat up chumps in underground tournaments in Planeptune.
Here, the CPUs fight endlessly in battle for rule over Gamindustri. Honestly, I don't know who started it and how. There was a true goddess, she split into four.
Those four ogs fought and were badasses. Generations later, we're here with pussy ass CPUs who don't do this publicly anymore.
Unlike the four ogs, who had the galaxy brained idea of having the fate of the world be decided by having their citizens participate. These CPUs are afraid of something like 'casualties.'
If I was to settle the Console War. Have a pyramid, with the power at the top. The entire world in a four v. four nation free for all to the top of the pyramid for ultimate power. That would be awesome.
Whatever though, this war, the Console War has been going on for so damn long. I am so sick and tired of it. Because the reason for why this all started has been lost, and for some reason, the goddesses haven't made a treaty yet.
Someone should kinda step in and do something about it. Put an end to the Console War.
So we can do something else with our lives.
In Celestia, Purple Heart is clutching her wound and panting. Black Heart scoffed at Purple Heart. "You're all so stubborn. Why don't you give up already?" Black Heart asked.
"Nonsense! We've been fighting for hundreds of years. Our predecessors have fought even longer. Why quit now?" Purple Heart asked with a glare. Black Heart shook her head at the other goddess.
"That's my line! I won't let any of you take the title of True Goddess!" White Heart exclaimed as she slammed her axe between Purple Heart and Black Heart. The both of them jumped backwards to avoid the shockwave.
Green Heart cracked her neck and gave her spear bored and slow twirls. She sighed as White Heart glared at her bountiful chest in envy. "How much longer do we have to put up with pointless fighting?" Green Heart asked. "Well then, do us a favor and just die!" White Heart snarled.
Green Heart deflected White Heart's wild swings with ease and apathy. "My! Such raucous manners! I have obligations that are much more important than you," Green Heart locked the shaft of the spear with the axe. Green Heart gracefully flipped over another wild swing.
"Shut it! I can't stand the way you talk all high n' mighty, Thunder Tits!" White Heart shouted, her teeth seemingly sharper. Shadows covering her eyes, with one eye glowing a burning red. Green Heart turned around and shrugged. Putting one hand on her hip, and the other lazily spinning her spear.
"Breasts are symbolic of maturity and fertility, qualities of a goddess. With such logic, it can be said you are the least fitting," Green Heart replied with a small smug smile. Enjoying playing around with White Heart. That smile disappeared into a solemn expression as White Heart's eye had fire trails coming out of it.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?! All that crap, talkin' out yer butt! I'll kill you!" White Heart roared as she charged at Green Heart, a sonic boom accompanying her mad rush. Green Heart had a stoic and melancholic expression as she gracefully dodged the wild and blinded swipes of rage.
White Heart did a twirl, feinting and going for the opposite side. Green Heart realized too late she's not dodging, because of the feint she's heading straight toward her doom.
Black Heart swooped in and drop kicked White Heart, causing her axe to fly in the air. "Got you!" Black Heart said with a cocky grin as she floated downwards. White Heart sat up and her axe lodged itself into the dirt next to her. She shakily got up, reeling from the suprise attack.
White Heart wiped her jaw with the back of her hand. "Dammit, I was so close to killing her that time!" White Heart growled. "Ahahahahaha! It's your fault for getting tunnel vision in the midst of a free for all!" Black Heart laughed at her petite opponent.
Green Heart rubbed her throat, her life nearly ended. She then kicked up her spear. Holding it and leaning on it like a walking stick. "Really, how much longer does this sterile battle have to continue?" Green Heart asked. "Well then, why not get rid of one of you?" A sultry unknown voice asked the both of them.
"True, that could be the catalyst of change we've been searching for. Time after time, stalemate after stalemate," Green Heart thought outloud. "Not a bad idea," Black Heart said to the mysterious voice. "What? What are you all talking about?" Purple Heart asked the others.
"So who's the sad one to be ousted here?" White Heart asked the disembodied woman. "I suggest, Purple Heart, Neptune," The voice suggested with excitement. "It would be difficult to get rid of her later. So I can agree to that, now that something new is finally happening," Green Heart said as she hefted her spear with a tired look.
The confused Purple Heart was attacked at once. She tried her best to defend against the relentless assault. Yet even though she did well. Knocking the others down at one point. Their combined might was too much, and Purple Heart was thrown off Celestia by Black Heart.
She fell out of the sky, turning into a girl named Neptune.
Meanwhile, in a warehouse in Planeptune. There were cheers as people watched two fight in the makeshift ring. One of those fighters is a shirtless boy, about nineteen. His dark hair is shaved down, and his face is also clean shaven. His skin is light in color, and is muscular for his age.
On his back is the neck and head of a serpentine dragon, tongue lashing out. It is silver in color, and bordered by a silver circle. The position and shape of the dragon resmbles a taijitu.
He tilted his body slightly as a fist flew past his chest. Then again for the opposite side. He rolled his eyes, and gave the girl in front of him a vicious right hook. She stumbled back and forth, completely dazed. "Finish her!" The referee told the boy.
He folded his fingers together to crack them, with a deep chuckle. A shadow version of himself appeared behind the girl. Grabbing her wrists and holding her arms back like a policeman. He started with a left straight to her temple. Then his shadow kneed her spinal cord. He ended it off with a sidekick to her uterus. She vomited all over his leg, and the shadow let her fall, and ran off, dissapearing.
She fell to the floor, her lip swollen and busted. Body bruised, and both eyes with shiners. She coughed up some blood and more stomach bile, as she tried to get up. "Netherrealm wins! Flawless victory!" The referee called out and the gathered crowd cheered for his brutal win.
The girl who lost is short and scrawny. Long brown hair and grey eyes. She is actually flat as a washboard and is about sixteen. "Man, you suck as always C-Sha!" Netherrealm jeered at his fallen opponent. She stumbled to her feet, C-Sha's legs trembling with exhaustion.
C-Sha stumbled out of the ring and kept nearly collapsing. "Y-You, i'll w-win next t-time," C-Sha rasped out, dry heaving as Netherrealm walked out of the arena. He entered the locker room and grabbed his regular clothes to change into.
Most things he wore were in the color black. A jacket, and trousers, tabi sandals, and a cuirass with shoulder pads over the jacket. A cowl over the cuirass with a grey facemask. A black headband tied over the cowl and his forehead.
He also has gloves, spiked bracers, and spiked shin guards in the color black. On the back of his cuirass, is a white circle with a white silhouette of his serpentine dragon tattoo.
His light skin and violet eyes are usually normal without the facemask and cowl. With them on, his skin becomes black as the midnight sky, and his eyes, a solid, slightly glowing white. With no pupils or irises.
Netherrealm walked out of the warehouse, and saw the sky is now slightly purple with glowing stars. 'The sun must've just set,' he thought as a shooting star was heading to the nearby forest. He adjusted the wakizashi on his back. Then began walking home.
'Wait, if I can get that meteor, I can sell it for a fortune!' He realized and he whipped around and headed straight for the phenomenon. He reached Virtua Forest and saw, a girl, in a crater, smoking and not moving.
She is flat as a washboard, with a decent ass, blue and white striped panties. Striped stockings the same color as her panties. A white and pink parka, two white D-pad clips in her lavender hair. He knelt down and checked her pulse.
'Alive but unconscious, like C-Sha after everytime we fight. I'm gonna post about that,' He thought as his took out his phone from a small dark portal. He snapped a selfie with the unconscious girl's body.
The post was this;
'Found an unconscious girl. She looks like @C-Sha after a match with me. Lololol #Netherrealm4Champ.'
After he posted that, and hopefully rubbed salt on C-Sha's wound. Netherrealm began patting her down, looking for any valuables on her. 'No money or anything, only the clothes she has,' He sighed in his head.
"Hey!" A girlish voice called out to Netherrealm. She has long salmon colored hair with a brown headband, parting her bangs. A beige, stitched 'C' on the headband, light orange eyes and a brown choker with a pink heart, and white 'C' in that.
She wore a beige, sleeveless sweater. With the sleeves being seperated, exposing her shoulders and some of her arm. Puffballs, hanging from the top of the sleeve. She has a plaid, red shortskirt. Hanging on her waist in an angle is a brown fannypack, with a pink circle and white 'C'. The clip being a pink heart.
Brown stockings with the top being pink. White shoes, and beige leg warmers, being the same material as her sweater and sleeves. The leg warmers have the same white puffballs as the sleeves.
"P-Please, d-don't h-hurt the p-poor girl Mr. Scary Ninja Man!" The frightened girl begged him. He looked at the new girl's curvy body and, voluptuous chest. Netherrealm then gave the unconscious girl a light kick, and she groaned in response.
"My name's not Mr. Scary Ninja Man! I'm Netherrealm, remember it!" Netherrealm introduced himself while looking at the girl's tits. "Oh, my name is Compa! Nethor..Netha-,..umm, can I call you Netty? It's cute and I can pronounce it!" Compa chirped.
"Yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night. I'm gonna go challenge a fucker who owes me money to kombat. Because he owes me twenty credits, and never paid me back," Netherrealm said as he began to leave with finger gun snapping.
"Wait! Aren't you here to help this girl?" Compa asked. "What? No, she's on her own. That's how the world works. The CPUs don't give a shit about us. My dads told me to solve my own problems, and not rely on others all the time," Netherrealm scoffed bitterly.
"Well, I think you should help her. I'll make some food if you help~," Compa bribed him in a singsong manner. He felt his stomach growl. Then Netherrealm clicked his tongue and sighed. He went to the fallen girl and picked her up. Soon putting her over his shoulders.
The girl snored into the crook of his neck, muttering something about text boxes. 'Weird, i'll help this girl, get some food because i'm broke, and maybe get friendly with a cutie,' He thought, hoping to get some action.
After this girl stops drooling on him, and chewing on his shoulder pads.