Milky Rose
is Mayor of Farmville
Right before he was going to (for real) start some hacking, Gomaru heard knocking at this door. He really didn't know who would bother him right now. He wasn't expecting any friends, his employers always called him by phone, and his parents would always call before visiting him. Sighing, he was going to shoo them away and then get back to the work at hand.
Walking over to the door, he carefully opened it and started to speak. "Whatever you're selling, I don't want any...huh?" And then he saw the person before him. She was an extremely beautiful woman, with long hair done in a ponytail, a cute face, a noticeable chest, among other nice features. Gomaru went silent and tried to gather his thoughts. After a few seconds of deep thinking he spoke back up. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "What is it, Miss?" He said as calmly as possible.
Witnessing the door open, Emily's nose was instantly greeted by a sort of stench that she could not put her finger on. However, disgusted as she was by the odor emanating from the interior of the apartment, she resisted any thoughts of wafting the air before her face, as she saw that the occupant of the house -- a heavyset man wearing jeans and a t-shirt -- was looking at her. Reading his expression, Emily surmised that the man before her was single, possibly having little contact with females until now. Nonetheless, she withheld all judgements she had of him, and listened to the man's question. Remaining standing outside so as to respect his personal space, Emily began to speak up.
"I suppose you know already of the changes in your body, of how you've suddenly become stronger. I'm sure you've had to adjust your life in order to accomodate for such strength," Emily said, folding her arms under her breasts as she maintained a serious tone. Keeping her gaze upon the Heavyset man's eyes, she began to speak some more. "What if I told you I know exactly why the changes happened to you, and what if I told you I can help you deal with that problem?"
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Meanwhile, in a nondescript location with barely any light, three ominous figures lingered by. In the middle was a demonic being, his hand propped on a large sword with several prongs. To his right was a buxom, scantily-clad woman, her headdress resembling a dinosaur skull, while her clothing, though it covers little of her voluptuous body, seems to be made of silk. To the left of the figure in the middle stands a robot-like figure holding on to a futuristic looking gun. All three were focused upon a monitor before them, which showed two views: One was of the city of Tokyo, the other was of the new Skybase, which was completely decimated. Finally, the figure in the middle spoke up.
"Foolish humans. Whatever they are planning down at the city is pointless. We will be their rulers anyway," the demonic figure said, his voice rough and edgy.
"Lord Yabu, perhaps it is their foolishness that blinds them from the truth. Perhaps we should destroy more of their precious buildings in order to make them bow down to us," The scantily-clad woman replied, her voice smooth and seductive as she spoke.
"Hmm, yes...you're right, Wyrna. I shall send down a sentry to destroy the buildings and kill off these weak and pathetic humans," the demonic figure, named Yabu, agreed, turning his attention to Wyrna.
"Lord Yabu, we should be wary of the two survivors from that floating fortress. We do not know what they have in store," the robotic figure spoke up, expressing concern.
"Arr...Do not concern yourself with those survivors. Their weapons proved useless against us, Borg Dargoth. Still, send the Viruses with our sentry. Let's make sure that those who resist are dead," Yabu told Borg Dargoth, waving him off. In response, Borg Dargoth bowed slightly as a show of respect, and headed off to prepare the Viruses.
Looking on as Borg Dargoth left, Wyrna let out a sexy and malicious smile, conjuring a spider-like creature on her hand. She then threw the creature across the room, instantly disappearing into thin air, its destination unknown. Hee...with this mutator crab, Anything that it touches becomes our sentry, Wyrna thought, knowing that the humans have no defense against it, nor do they have any defenses against the Viruses that Borg Dargoth will send.