Hello once more, chat!
Even though I'm not live streaming and thus you're not technically chat anymore, you guys will always be chat in my heart. Or possibly hearts. I don't know dragon anatomy, so they might have multiple redundant organ systems, which is why I'm so hard to kill.
So we've officially added Person Stuffed Into a Magic Blonde White Girl number… uh… Ms. France, Wayne and Dwayne Gretsky, Princess Shrimp-For-A-Butt, Stabby Junior, New New Girl, and me… eight to our roster.
And this one isn't a mascot this time! So the Princess managed to feel the battle we had with the endoskeletons and rushed back to find us and accidentally managed to trip over another person who got Mascot Suit'ed like the rest of us. Only this time it's not a Mascot, but rather a coach for the whole Pokemon Gym Battle thing.
And of course the first thing the Princess does when unsupervised (after stuffing her face at Das Strööpwaffel) is run into an artificial creature that is pure white with red eyes and enter into a Ć̶̪̯̲͊͑̆̔̀͆̈͑̎̀́̐̕O̶̡̹͖̣̞̭̦͍͍͓͍̼͇̤̔̈́̀̿̽Ņ̸͙̙̬̄̈́̈́͘Ţ̷̝̦̜̼̱͎̱̠̮͖̼́͜ͅR̸͓̺̟̝̲͉̻͎̤͛̂̔͛̅̅̐̾̒͛̂̚͝͝͝ͅA̷̡̧͙͔̖͈̭̔̕C̵͈̯̠̗͕͎̥̙̮͙̼̤̓͒ͅT̷̢̨̢̛̥̬͐̽̓͐̈͛̋̔̃̂̍͊̿͝. So the New New New Girl gets to be called Kyubei.
Though don't worry, she's not actually a magical girl, just a normal Mascot, except that now she has a Coach who can uh… who normally has uh… can call three Mystical Plays every Stanley Cup Tournament. But for some reason because Kyubei is like… wanting to reverse entropy or something because that's what the Incubator Family does, being cheating cheaters that cheat (also also make more Incubators), our new addition has an unlimited number of them.
Unfortunately she seems to be handling being body swapped as well as the rest of us, to say not very well at all and had a violent mirror-smashing breakdown and murdered several stressballs and also squeezed the heck out of the Princess's arm. I should probably offer the use of my tail next time, since I'm pretty sure that I'm either too tough to hurt, or would heal immediately from it anyway, but considering the lesbian pollen between her and the Princess was so thick that it felt awkward offering to let her touch fluffy tail.
Due to my searching across the interwebs, I have been informed that having the Coach on the floor like this and the Mascot standing is the Standard Stanley Cup Romance Pose and have used it as a result.
So yeah, since Dwayne and NNG are their own thing with the one non-blonde non-girl we've encountered so far, I think that brings up the count of our main group to six blonde white women, divided equally between grown ups and lolis.
And apparently with the Kyubei family around there's not one, but at least TWO secret societies of mages going around and stuffing people's souls into blonde white women.
Somebody said "Well, Veda, secret societies are stupidly common with mages."
And I was like "THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE FOCUSING ON?!"
Seriously? It's not the secret societies I find weird! You get that much isolated reproduction and decide that inbreeding sounds like fun, of course you're going to make secret societies! It's the ripping out people's souls and stuffing them into THIS ONE SPECIFIC TYPE OF MAGICAL LADY that's fucking weird.
In more exciting news, Stabby Junior is working on a laser shotgun for Ms. France with the robot parts we got from smashing up the Gainaxing animatronics. I hope the gun doesn't wriggle the way they did with their horribly animated robot boobies. I don't think giving a gun jiggle bones is a good idea. Especially because I stuck my finger in that barrel, which would retroactively make my actions lewd and there's already enough lesbian pollen in the air with Kyubei and while with her anger issues Ms. France may be generating a lot of sexual tension, it is very much not reciprocated. There's a lot of things bi- that I am, but lingual is not one of them and I will not stoop to having to learn that language in order to properly communicate.
(Author Note: Sophia is the Nero, and thus you get Whore of Babylon Foxyfluffs)
Making Euro-types speak English because I'm stupid and entitled is my god-given right as an American and I'm going to defend my other rights with my right to bear dragon arms (they've turned out to be very good for throwing lances).
ANYWAY! I've got a laser shotgun in action to look forward to, which I didn't even know was possible with mag… hockey!
So just in case her classical Frankenstein family is looking for her, I'm having my Webmonarch set this one for a time delay so we can get out of the area before they come looking for her and have no idea that she's with us.
Stabby showed that she's good for more than stabbing, as she managed to pull a tracking device out of Kyubei and slashing is slightly different than stabbing! I didn't know they made Lojack for children. Kyubei bounced around a bit after surgery and was so excited that she popped her stitches. Which were originally made out of ants but were replaced with spider silk.
No, that's not a secret arcane society avoiding euphemism, Stabby used ACTUAL FUCKING ANTS to help seal the wound and then had some spider-butt threads on-hand to seal the deal.
I really, really hope she doesn't have a spider can under her horrible, ratty trenchcoat. I suppose if you gotta go you gotta go, but it's kind of weird to carry your own facility.
Welp, tootless for now, Chat, as I've got to explain to Princess Shrimp-For-A-Butt about the Spider-Man theme song from way back in the day, radioactive spider-blood, radioactive spider-butts, Spider-Man, and what exactly one does with a Spider-Can.
Lova ya,
-Veda
VK Note: And here's a bonus drawing from the post-session chatter:
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