[ if she had friends with better rizz then they wouldn't have time to hang out with her. you losers do. ]
Settle in then, my friend, and I shall tell thee a tale most fantastical yet set firmly in reality... showered with heartbreak and triumph, betrayal and grief, and even love! Of a familial sort.
[ ahem. ]
Within the Nest of K, there lies a restaurant... Its nemesis, one of similar build, began to attract more customers than our fair hero -- and in the process, seemed to disturb the chef's mind so much that he became that which he had always sold: chicken!!! Feathered and flouncing, clucking and bawking, he found he had the power to bring to live ordinary raw chicken and order their attacks!
And thus, myself and the others were requested to handle such a situation. The man in question had become what we refer to as a Distortion, and whilst he still had his mind to himself he was entirely transformed... the way to bring him back was simple: we would assist in jogging his memory by way of culinary battle, for he had forgotten the secret recipe that had made him so successful in the first place. We twelve were split in two, teams of six ready to work, and we threw everything we had into the dishes! Even I took on the mantle of head chef once, though, ehm, he did not so much as try it before judging it poorly and sending his chicky children to attack us as punishment...
[ ...
well, junpei had her noodles, so... you know... ]
Oh, there were so many flavors of them! Salty and sweet, savory and without any seasoning at all -- truly, 'twas a sight to be seen! Each one was rounded and juicy, their flesh giving way just enough... but the teeth upon their backs were most prickly and inconvenient. Nonetheless, it was well worth the effort, particularly when sauce dribbled down their opened backs...
... ... ...
[ she misses it, a little. it's so much funner to tell people she won't see again once they leave than to face her companions about it. ]
W-We solved the case masterly, of course! By our own means, but it seemed to help the root of the problem -- perhaps he merely needed his mind cleared, as a sound beating is wont to do. We were rewarded an adorable plush of the mascot.
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Settle in then, my friend, and I shall tell thee a tale most fantastical yet set firmly in reality... showered with heartbreak and triumph, betrayal and grief, and even love! Of a familial sort.
[ ahem. ]
Within the Nest of K, there lies a restaurant... Its nemesis, one of similar build, began to attract more customers than our fair hero -- and in the process, seemed to disturb the chef's mind so much that he became that which he had always sold: chicken!!! Feathered and flouncing, clucking and bawking, he found he had the power to bring to live ordinary raw chicken and order their attacks!
And thus, myself and the others were requested to handle such a situation. The man in question had become what we refer to as a Distortion, and whilst he still had his mind to himself he was entirely transformed... the way to bring him back was simple: we would assist in jogging his memory by way of culinary battle, for he had forgotten the secret recipe that had made him so successful in the first place. We twelve were split in two, teams of six ready to work, and we threw everything we had into the dishes! Even I took on the mantle of head chef once, though, ehm, he did not so much as try it before judging it poorly and sending his chicky children to attack us as punishment...
[ ...
well, junpei had her noodles, so... you know... ]
Oh, there were so many flavors of them! Salty and sweet, savory and without any seasoning at all -- truly, 'twas a sight to be seen! Each one was rounded and juicy, their flesh giving way just enough... but the teeth upon their backs were most prickly and inconvenient. Nonetheless, it was well worth the effort, particularly when sauce dribbled down their opened backs...
... ... ...
[ she misses it, a little. it's so much funner to tell people she won't see again once they leave than to face her companions about it. ]
W-We solved the case masterly, of course! By our own means, but it seemed to help the root of the problem -- perhaps he merely needed his mind cleared, as a sound beating is wont to do. We were rewarded an adorable plush of the mascot.