A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the rather late update and new story, as for those who wonder what happened to my other fanfics, I'm putting them on hold indefinitely. NOT DROPPING, ON HOLD. My old laptop had died on me while I had nearly TWO whole chapters for my N.o.t.V. Story. I got a new laptop, but it was a Chromebook instead of a Microsoft one, so it took me this long to try and figure out just HOW to use new word program and get it working right. I'm still working everything out that I can, so suffice to say that until I can get back into practice, it'll be on hiatus until I get used to this new writing program and work out all the issues. Until then, with permission from the fanfic writer EostianScribe, I'll be doing my own adaptation of his own story, 'Eostia: Harem Quest' with a modified version of the Gamer system he used in his story. Now for the mandatory disclaimer.
I do NOT own Kuroinu, the Gamer, or any other things in this story aside from my OCs. Any other OCs mentioned belong to EostianScribe. This story is written for FREE so anybody who paid to read this, you got ripped off. If you do not like this story, then you can stop reading it. Nobody is making you.
Mandatory disclaimer out of the way. Now without further Ado...
Story Start!
Prologue Part I-Enter Eostia
Confusion greeted my blurry sight of the sheer darkness surrounding my current location as I wondered what the hell just happened to me for a moment as I took in my current situation. Being a 29-going-on-30 college Grad Student on the verge of graduation from ten years of Graduate school with degrees in mechanical engineering, computer programming, and a member of the R.O.T.C. program, I've been the subject of QUITE the number of college pranks and no stranger to getting roofied by my aspiring Jewish chemist buddy Ezekiel and our little band's Asian-American prank master Glenn, though this one is certainly up there in terms of getting punk'd by my rather mischievous college buddies and wondering what in the actual flying fuck they slipped me this time for their chemistry experiments.
I froze as my vision finally cleared and I was staring suddenly as right before myself into a blank void around me, a shady darkness that seemingly never ended ne matter which direction you turned, standing upon what looked as if nothing but empty air itself beneath my feet, wondering just what drugs I took for THIS to have happened to me, where the hell was I even at, and how the fuck did I get here, before I suddenly blinked as my vision cleared up. Once, twice, then thrice as I stared at what was a glowing white featureless limb, before realizing it was my hand. What? No, really. What?!
Checking myself over, I realize my whole body is nothing but a humanoid-shape mass of featureless white light without a single defining feature or physical form, almost ethereal and ghost-like. Just how-?!
Suddenly the memories flooded back to me. My buddies and I were just a day away from our graduation, so we went out to celebrate an early graduation party, since we all had completed our respective courses and were supposed to attend our graduation the very next day. We went to a strip club that had a bar, as one of our buddies, Jared, was loaded as fuck, coming from a rich European immigrant family that made their fortunes like most dream of, but did so successfully and tended not to flaunt it much except during special occasions.
At first everything was all fine and dandy. Had a few drinks, no more than two or three weak glasses of cheap liquor simply because none of us wanted to get shit-face wasted and hung the fucking hell over the day before we were supposed to receive our degrees and end up missing our own graduation. Smart enough to avoid THAT level of stupidity at least. Danced at the dance floor for a while and even got a few of the strippers to give us a private dance for a few Georges, Abes, and Benjamins each. Even was about to get lucky with one of said strippers. No big deal. Just the usual stereotypical college shenanigans.
But apparently we were stupid enough to party in the ONE strip club on the seedier end of town with a rather miserly club owner who cut corners in his expenses and building safety standards, given that somehow there was an electrical overload that set fire to the curtains of the stage and walls and the sprinkler system that was supposed to be mandatory did not work and was just for show. The whole damned building slowly went up like a bonfire on the Fourth of July. Just my luck, given the troubles my friends tended to drag me into and have me needing to bail their asses out.
If it weren't for our history, coupled with my R.O.T.C. disaster and emergency drill training, I'd have ran for the doors and left everybody there to save my own ass. Unfortunately, I DID have a history with these guys going back since middle school, and my own conscience would not let me leave these people to die a very horrific fate. So like the good-natured dumb-ass I was, I tried to evacuate everyone I could get to within reach and sight. That's when I heard it…
Turning around, I saw two of the strippers who were with Jared, trying to get out of the building towards the door while coughing as Jared was on the very brink of collapse, the liquor, thick smoke, and heat clearly impairing him worse as the Business major was NOT exactly in the most fit of physical condition. He wasn't fat or anything like that, but Jared just did not get enough time at the gym, and he was paying for it on top of his lightweight status.
Rushing back to the building, ignoring much of the shouts from Glenn and Ezekiel who were yelling to me, but I ignored it to get Jared and those two girls out of there. I reached the trio, and that's when I heard it and felt a chill go down my spine as instinct SCREAMED at me to move. Picking the trio up I none too gently threw them behind me and back out the doorway as the entrance way collapsed, leaving me alone in the flames as the only one still left in the building.
I heard their screams and yells, and before I could answer, I heard a very eerie sound that made my very being still as I slowly turned my head, eyes wide in sheer horrified terror and numb disbelief as I saw what looked to be the club's propane tank, leaking and hissing its highly combustible gas as the tank had started to glow bright red as the paint that was covering it ignited…oh…fuck….my…..shitty…luck….
BOOOOOOMM
"Well…shit…." I simply sighed in resignation as understanding and acceptance washed over me like a high tide out to sea. "I'm dead, huh. So is this Purgatory or Limbo? Cause it sure ain't Heaven or Hell." Suddenly a strange sound like from a Microsoft 365 loading screen occurred, adding to my confusion.
[Loading Virtual Assistant]
[Loading Data & Interface]
[Loading Soul/World Interaction]
I blinked thrice more before rubbing my no-longer-existing eyes at the computer-like screen that appeared before me. "...no way…"
[Loading Data/Soul Interface]
[Loading Soul/Mental Interface]
[Loading Reincarnation Interface]
I felt my like my non-existent jaw just fell to the abyss and would need to go deep-diving to get it back as my spectral eyes widened further. "...no way…"
[Loading Beta Patch Update]
[Loading Customization Interface Update]
[Loading Soul/System Interface]
If I still had a physical body, I don't think my jaw could possibly drop any further or my eyes go any wider before they popped off and out of my skull. "...no…fucking….way…If this is Purgatory or Limbo, please tell me this is something I get to keep when I leave."
[Welcome. No this is neither Purgatory nor Limbo, so no need to worry.]
"What the flying fuck!?" I screamed in completely justified response to the pale blue glowing ghostly screen that just appeared right in front of me that answered my request. What-
[Your reaction is understandable. However, please allow me to explain the choice at your disposal for your path forwards.]
"...wait…what 'choice'? Who or what are you? And who is offering me this choice?" I asked with suspicion clearly written all over my nonexistent face and my tone filled with blatant disbelief of something like this really being offered to ME of all people. My luck has always been absolute and utter shit, so I was leery of trusting something so blatantly too good to be true.
[In order: You are being given a choice of reincarnation or being sent towards your soul's natural destination. My name is Olivia, short for Operational, Logistical, Interactive, Virtual Intelligent Assistant. And you have been selected to be granted the opportunity to have a second chance at life by higher powers.]
…to say I was shocked would be an understatement, but i was still a bit leery. My emotions were a mixed bag. On the one hand, I was being offered a second chance at life with what I assume to be some form of Gamer powers, but on the other hand, I knew there was more than likely a catch here. Feeling the need to err on the side of caution like I prefer to do, I decide to clarify some things first.
"Before I agree or not to ANYTHING, I have questions, if I may ask them first."
[Of course. However, keep in mind there are certain questions I can and cannot answer due to restrictions placed not simply upon myself, but the Gods who created and gifted this chance upon you.]
The second I saw this, I realized there was certainly more to this than just some sudden good fortune on my part. I'm NEVER that lucky. There's ALWAYS a catch. My non-existent eyes narrowed as I understood there was clearly something more to this offer than at first glance. "My first question is what is it you want from me in return for accepting this offer, assuming I take it?"
[All we ask for is that you try to live your second life the best you can. The Gods who created me and the system you are using are actually doing so as an attempt to indirectly fix an issue with the world they are sending you to.]
That made me raise a spectral brow in surprise. That's it? There's clearly more to it than that. Before I can ask however, another window appears.
[However, due to restrictions placed upon these higher powers, they are forbidden from directly intervening in the world's affairs, no matter how much they may wish to do so to aid the mortals there. However, they CAN directly intervene, through Gamers like yourself, should you choose to accept this chance. The concept of Gamers has actually became rather popular among these Gods as a way to pass the time, compete for prestige, or in your case, indirectly lend aid to the worlds they oversee in what limited capacity their restrictions allow.]
[The RPG-3X-2B system is the updated version of this system. What you would call a 'Beta Test'. The 'Alpha Test' prototype was completed and used as the basis to create the improved 2.0 Patch you will possess. Due to illegal interference and unauthorized tampered access from another God meddling in affairs he had no authority to do so in, this Beta version of the RPG-3X system will have a few less restrictions placed upon it as compensation, but the possibility of such interference not occurring again is not completely gone either, simply the ease of such tampering with the system has been removed.]
I felt both my non-existent brows raise into my spectral hairline at that admission. So basically, they needed my assistance to try to assist a world under their control, but due to some rather compelling reasons that cannot be revealed, they are limited in what help they can give by their own laws. Huh. Who'd have thunk even Gods have limits to what they can and cannot do. There's also what Olivia revealed about my predecessor's troubles that gave me mixed feelings.
On the one hand, I felt pissed that a God was breaking their own rules to make my predecessors suffer more than they needed to for their divinely assigned tasks. But on the other hand, I felt the overwhelming urge to laugh my ass off at their absolutely epic failed attempt to undermine my new benefactors' efforts only for their said plans to backfire in the most glorious manner possible. There's failure, then there's Epic Failure. Though the fact that said God could still possibly interfere in my Beta version of the system worried me somewhat, I felt the need to continue asking my questions with my choice much clearer than before.
"Before I decide to agree or not, may I ask a few questions regarding the world you are sending me to and what restrictions you may still have?"
[Of course. Keep in mind, what said matters involving these Gods I am not at liberty to discuss, save that these are higher powers that oversee entire multiverses and parallel timelines for said worlds. There are matters I both am and am not allowed to reveal simply based on these restrictions.]
I nodded in understanding as I stroked my ethereal chin with my non-existent hand. Multiverse exists. AT least I got that confirmation for a theory no one could agree on being true or not. Plus these restrictions only prevent direct assistance from them, meaning if I play my cards right, I could possibly let them know of an issue that may require their aid should that meddling God try to mess with me. "Fair enough. What kind of world am I going to go to?"
[The world you are being sent to is what you would call a stereotypical medieval fantasy with swords and magic as is the norm for fantasy genre games. There are also monsters and such to fend off, however the threats to innocents are not just these 'aberrants' as the locals call them. Humans are also a threat as well, for evil humans also exist. Every world has evil humans in it, no exceptions]
I nodded at that, thinking about some of the gangs my buddies and I tended to get mixed up in due to some of our past shenanigans and the trouble I more often than not had to bail their asses out of, before suppressing a flinch at the memories that came to me, making me recall I'll never see any of them again before suppressing it. No use crying over spilt milk.
[Technologically speaking, they are not much past the end of the medieval Europe era of your old world. They do have SOME technological advancements you'd be familiar with, such as indoor plumbing for the wealthier households and regions and even some primitive firearms, although they are considered less effective compared to your old world. Additionally however, they culturally are somewhat more predisposed to sexual acts than in your old world.]
….wait, what? "What do you mean by that?"
[Exactly what I said. This world is more sexually open, as in its women are more willing to 'put out' so to speak, however depending on the world setting you chose, will come with certain merits and demerits and how much effort on your part it takes for sexual acts to be performed by them. The women of this world are more willing to commit raunchy acts or have casual sex, and dress more scantily clad, but there are limits. Usually aside from Priestesses or other women of the cloth, most women will expose quite a bit of skin. There are still some who won't be as willing to 'put out', so to speak, but true prudes are rare, but do exist.]
….huh….a more sexualized world where casual sex is more accepted and finally getting laid won't be so difficult. Dying a near Thirty-year-old virgin sucks ass. Especially when I had basically gotten blue-balled by the fiery explosion that killed me. Though I only had just one thought about this. "...just what kinda porno world am I going to?"
[None. You are going to a true and completely natural world, free of any meddling, save for what modifications you make to the timeline when you create your character.]
I simply fell silent at that, as only a single question lingered on my mind as Olivia then asked the big question to me.
[Would you like to live your life like a video game?]
[Yes/No ]
"...before I decide, can I just ask what became of my friends? Did they get out of that explosion safely?"
[They did. Your friend Jared suffered some minor smoke inhalation and slight burns, but otherwise lived. He would later create a multi-trillion dollar business conglomerate and establish a memorial scholarship for those seeking to go into engineering and computer design named in your honor. Ezekiel went to discover the cure for cancer, gaining a Nobel Peace prize. Glenn would later go into law and politics, becoming a staunch and honorable member of the Supreme Court and later the White House as its Secretary of Legal Affairs, advising in matters that bettered thousands of lives fairly and justly. All remembered the sacrifices you made for them, and all would honor your memory to the best of their abilities to make you not have to worry over them ever again. As for the fire, it was revealed that the cause was arson, an attempted assassination upon one of the clients there from a rich family. Your actions saved not only them, but everyone else there who ended up becoming a major influence upon your old world. It was precisely for this accrued Positive Karma that you attained by always helping them when they needed it most and keeping them from getting too in over their heads that led to you being a candidate for selection of being a chosen Gamer.]
That's…hell…I knew they were smart as fuck and bound for great things, but to think me dying to save their asses one last time got them to finally achieve it. I simply had no words. The lot of us were always the oddballs, the losers, the underachievers, the trouble magnets. And yet, ironically enough we were the ones who made the biggest impact upon the world. Looks like we got the last laugh on all those naysayers over the years, heh. A smile, peaceful and satisfied came upon my ethereal face at that thought. They did good. Even without me there to watch out for them, they did good.
[Would you like to live your life like a video game?]
[Yes/No ]
Seeing this once more, and taking a deep breathe into my nonexistent lungs, I pressed 'yes' to start my new life.
[Excellent. Beginning obligatory Intro cut-scene.]
Wait, wha-
Suddenly the view goes completely dark, as in pitch black, before I see a panning view, as if I was watching through a camera, and realized that yes, I was now forced to watch an intro cut-scene. Suddenly from the darkness a table appears as an old-school DnD-style tabletop game spread appears, and a twenty-sided die appears, rolling a critical as the image turns monochromatic white on black background of said die as the words appear beneath it as the scene progresses.
Critical Re-roll Presents
Suddenly the image fades out as the image of a starry night sky as an image of the world itself appears, while a curvy woman with some sweet double D's wraps her arms around the world itself in a comforting embrace, pushing her sizable mammaries into and around the world as I get the strange feeling of a sexy Gaia being the inspiration for this sight while the image fades to a similar 2D image of gold on starry night background.
A Divine Intervention Production
Okay, gotta admit. These guys REALLY went all out on this one. On the one hand, I'm impressed by this dedication to the whole 'Gamer' theme, but on the other hand, I wonder if these guys have WAY too much time on their hands.
Suddenly I see an image of a world, from an outsider perspective and am moving towards it. A beautiful world of lush natural greens, browns, and blues. Some nice clouds spread in a peppered manner throughout the skies as a wise and elderly sounding voice(that suspiciously reminds me of Gandalf's voice crossed with Morgan Freeman's manner of speech) begins to speak as I find my view flying through the skies, above and around trees and see a town approaching in the upcoming area that I am heading towards as it continues after a dramatic pause.
"The Land of Eostia…Set upon the continent of Serenus it is a shining jewel of the land"
An ephemeral image of a paper-based map shows before my gaze, showing an image of several fortresses, each in what looks like German (which due to my hobby of learning various languages, I could read along with Japanese, Chinese, Korean, French, Bulgarian, Latin, Spanish, and a few others. And my friends would always say it was all a waste of time. HA! Not such a waste of time now, is it?). I made out their names of Feoh, Ur, Geofu, Rad, Ken, Ansur, and Thorn. All were written bove what looked like a crudely drawn series of seven castles or fortresses in a Semi-circle formation like a rough U-shape. The east and north-western parts of the map were bordered by what looked to be mountains, a large body of water (a lake? Ocean? Something along those lines) beyond the north-western mountain range.
"Made up of the Seven Fortresses created by the Seven kingdoms founded by the Seven Shield Maidens, Eostia has been a land of prosperity, opportunity, and hope since the start."
As my view gets closer upon the town, I see it is rather Medieval European in terms of construction style. Thatched or wooden roofs upon buildings of carved stone and wood. Smoke rising from chimneys as forges, foundries, homes, and bakeries are busy with their everyday business. For all intents and purposes, it was a bustling Medieval European town or village, but in a fantasy world. Children are running about playing innocently, men are working or going about their daily business, even the skimpily near-naked women are the pinnacle of-wait. Rewind. Back the truck up. Say WHAT NOW!?
I immediately do a double-take as, yes, I wasn't imagining the half-naked women I thought I saw. I watch as the women were indeed going about in a provocative near-nude attire that left little if anything to the imagination. Women were waltzing around with ginormous melons only barely covered up over the nipples to avoid flashing their tits for all to see while their skirts were so short they literally covered NOTHING. The panties they wore tended to be of the g-string or bikini variety more than anything. Yet the men never more than leered lustfully at the women as the children frolicked around without a care in the world.
The implications this was actually NORMAL here was unmistakable. And yet the obvious question is never raised by anyone.
And that key point which NO ONE was raising a fuss about is just how underdressed these women were. I mean, I knew beforehand the women in this world were more open towards sex but come on. This is going a bit too far, isn't it? I'm not against a casual romp in the proverbial hay, having never had a successful date in my near-thirty years prior to dying, but even I think this is a bit much.
As they all continued peacefully the Narrator continued to speak...
"They all wish to know naught but peace..."
...these simple people just continued going about their daily lives...
BOOOOOOOM
... until a building exploded. Then all hell broke loose...
"The Dark Elves and their Aberrant army have march on from the north, at the orders of the Queen of Garan, Olga Discordia, to wage war"
The scene shifted from a peaceful village's daily life to a total horror show as the men were cut down ruthlessly by bestial-looking humanoids, ogres, pig orcs, trolls, and a few others I could not identify off the top of my head from the ones before my view. Dark skinned individuals with long, knife-like pointed ears glance over the devastation with indifference, clad in black or near-black colored leather armor with swords, daggers, or staves as weapons present.
"The Aberrent seek to sate their lusts for female flesh, willing or not, to increase their brood, killing the males and elderly before them while raping the women, swelling their bellies with more of their numbers until they die as their Dark Elven handlers oversee their battles, disregarding the women victimized by the Aberrent's insatiable desire to violate and defile"
One of the scantily clad women from before is shadowed by one of the beasties, reaching his meaty hand to grab her as he tore her clothes (or at least what passed for them in this world), its member becoming erect and preparing to rape and defile the woman under its grasp as she struggles seemingly in vain to get away, my nonexistent teeth grit in impotent fury while my ephemeral fists clench hard enough to draw blood if they were physical at what I was about to witness unable to prevent it...
"But this realm is not without her defenders"
...only to see as a blast of golden light hit the ogre and forced it to fly back about twenty feet, clearly magic as my eyes widened and the view turned to see...
...oh...my...fucking...GOODNESS...
"Celestine Lucross, High Queen of Eostia and the Goddess Reborn, Sage Incarnation of the Goddess of Light, Laurentia..."
She is a literal divinely fucking drop-dead gorgeous High Elven beauty. Long, straight blonde hair going down to nearly her mid-thighs, wearing a pair of wreath crowns, one seemingly made of gold while the other was leafy green and clearly natural, barefoot, but wearing a trio of golden bracelets and anklets, two covering each of her upper arms, two covering her wrists, and one on her left thigh and right ankle. For her 'dress' (if you feel like being generous enough to call something like THAT a dress) she wore was essentially just a white sling-bikini made of white fabric wide enough to cover the nipples and wrap around her body in a cross like manner of strips. A black strip of what looked like leather hung from the center ring over the chest beneath her gigantic J-cup jugs (I am no expert on breast sizes, but THAT has GOT be a rather close enough guesstimate) as a weight of some kind, which I'm assuming is some kind of magical focus given the glow emanating from it in response to her spells.
I would gladly fight and die in a thousand wars for that woman's hand in marriage if possible.
The Aberrents and their Dark Elve masters turn to Celestine, intent on turning the woman into their plaything, but as the beasties get up close, a sudden deluge of attacks occur as reinforcements arrive to assist the High Queen...
A short child-like girl looking no older than twelve with brown hair and a matching colored bushy tail braining an orc four times her size atop its crown in a single swing of her oversized weapon (holy shit!) carrying into battle her massive battleaxe with a celtic knot-styled design on it and sized bigger than she was, who had her breasts covered by pasties that held a matching celtic know patterns upon them, a thong, and leather boots. Not even a shirt!
Suddenly from behind her, arrows cut down an Aberrent that tried to sneak up on the child-like woman. The camera panned around, showing another woman with a rather generous bust wearing a thin leather strap wrapped around her chest to keep her breasts covered and a skimpy fur loincloth with a leather belt holding it up and a fur cloak worn over her shoulders like a curtain covering her breasts, a mane of wild brown hair, and a rather sexy-looking face...and that's it...the camera zoomed up close to her rear and showed she was going commando...really...
Next after the Orc she killed a group of goblins appeared, only to be scattered by a fireball that flew right into their formation as another woman, wearing a rather skimpy blue and gold-trimmed halter-top styled dress, black panties, and it was semi-transparent...yeah...
Behing her was another woman wearing was apparently bikini armor, wielding a broadsword and tower shield, and rather tall for a woman. Her blue hair was pulled back into a bun, with a metal plate covering her groin, heavy shoulder pauldrons, thigh-high boots with greaves and... that was it...She was also baring all her skin that was NOT covered by the metal bikini armor...
...and she cleaved it in half as her broadsword glowed with a golden light before cleaving an approaching Troll six times her size (I think that's what it was anyway, it had the angular face and elephant-like tusks anyway) from groin to crown in a single swing of her blade as she wades into the thick of battle (Sugar Honey Iced Tea that is a fucking TERRIFYING sight to behold!)...
A bald human woman with the physical appearance and build of Cammy from Street Fighter, wearing a cheongsam-like dress crossed with a monk's robe that barely reached her hips, baring her flat breasts and flashing them for all to see if not for the thick leather belt acting as a bra and her panties on full public display as her fists glow with clear magic enhancement as her punches and kicks literally ripped Aberrant apart in an explosive shower of gore, viscera, and bone...this one looked like she walked right out of a Kung Fu flick with those moves...
...and she punched the poor bastard's spine right out alongside those very same internal organs. Holy HELL!
Another woman who looked like a Miqo'te from Final Fantasy XIV, minus the facial markings, who stepped forward next. C-cup breasts, white hair, tanned skin, with cat tails and ears atop her head. She wielded a mace and a shield and was clad in a white leotard with thong-backed behind, yet covered more than the rest of these women, even with the boob-windows in her outfit's cleavage. She rushed forth, smashing into goblins left and right, until a fireball smashed right next to her, forcing her back, revealing the next figure and...
...oh, Sweet Jesus legally changed his middle name to fucking Christ!
It was another Dark Elf, but female his time. She held a body that was eerily a darker mirror to Celestine's own build. Equally massive J-cup jugs held up in barely decent strips of fabric clinging to her sides (HOW?! Magic? There's NO other explanation), a G-string thong that just barely concealed her sex, a dark silver-trimmed cape that curtained her body in strips that ended in a series of metal-looking arrow-shaped caps on their ends. In her hand she held a staff of a seeming dark metal, with a strange U-shaped ornament with a notched outside edge like a partial gear topping it with a blood-red colored crystal yet somehow, neither of them connected to her staff at all but simply floated right above it (Again, HOW?! Magic is such bullshit, but even that has its limits). Atop her head was a silver-colored tiara holding a few gemstones, though what kind I can't tell. Her eyes are a deep purple containing a dark anger I could feel hidden within her gaze, and an aloofly beautiful face whilst wearing a neutral look upon her visage, yet for some odd reason just feels wrong for her to not express herself in any meaningful way.
As the two sides stood opposite to one another, the image split from top to bottom down the middle, the left half showing Celestine's face while the right half showed Olga's, as the Narrator continued his role of what in the actual flying fuck, I was walking into...no, seriously...
"Celestine is joined by her Shield Princesses, the sworn defenders of Eostia's Seven Shield Alliance, opposing Queen Olga Discordia of Garan and her bid to exterminate Humanity and the races of man in a perpetual war of extinction. The High Queen's sworn allies have always served and aided the prosperity of Eostia, its members always shifting and changing over the Seven Hundred Years of war with their northern neighbor, each new seat of the Seven SHield Princesses ready to assist her in fending of the Garanian threat as needed..."
...the images of the various women suddenly begin shifting, as new people keep replacing them, reflecting the passage of time and new blood replacing the older members of these seven women, while Celestine and Olga remain the sole constant between the two's shifting forces as the Narrator continues...
"Celestine Lucross has maintained her ardent defense of this land's prosperity as its High Queen for Eight centuries, seven of which have been at war irregularly, but now a new player has come into the picture to help with the coming threat to Eostia's survival...one whose very presence in the conflict to come may mean the difference between survival and destruction..."
Celestine and Olga's images completely overlap as the two halves are seemingly giving off different vibes; Celestine's weary-eyed hope, and Olga's neutral glare holding a cold-burning fury, right as the scene turns dark as the Narrator says a single word...
"...you."
Before I could even respond to such a role, the title of the apparent 'game' I am now forced to participate in appears in big, ye ole English styled lettering, with the first three being bigger as the rest were smaller by about a third of the size directly beneath the first part of the title...
Eostia: Harem Quest
2.0 Patch Beta Edition
...oh, fuck me running...
