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A portal opens from the invitation sent by Flammarion. Everyone who had the strange letter is pulled into it by a strong current. It feels like you're a certain crab who got sucked through a pipe by Delta-P, except your alive. After a long, very dizzying fall, everyone finds themselves in a summoning circle inside a small cottage. Two young witches stand before you and let out a sigh of disappointment.
"...Flammarion's gonna be pissed."
The first witch spoke. She looked like your run-of-the-mill cat girl. However, she's wearing a purple witch outfit that looks like it was made out of torn up bed sheets. Her hands glow with golden light and it seems as if she was the one directly responsible for summoning everyone here.
"Huh?! Are you telling me out of the INFINITE worlds we could of pulled people from, THIS is what all we got?"
The second witch turns to everyone, and gives an absolutely hopeless look towards you. She's short, skinny, and has glasses twice the size of her eyes drooping from her face. Her attire is similarly as unfashionable as her friend's and holds a book in her hand.
"...Yup." says the first witch, in a calm tone.
"AGHHHH! FLAMMARION'S NOT GONNA PAY US FOR THIS! WE'RE GOING BROKE!" the second witch screamed in despair as she clutched her hat.
"Wait! Maybe these guys might, y'know, be legit. Lets give them chance to introduce themselves!" The first witch walks towards everyone and bows politely.
"Hi! I'm Cat-herine. Get it? Because I'mma cat girl. Meow."
Catherine awkwardly points to the second witch, who is currently bawling her eyes out.
"This is Natsume! We're, uh, roommates?"
"WE'RE BEST FRIENDS, YOU ASS -" Natsume screams out, before continuing crying obnoxiously.
Catherine sighs before speaking again. This time in a deadpan tone.
"And we're the people who summoned you here under the orders of our ever so graceful Lord and Savior: King Flammarion the First (Trademark). As the email he wrote suggested, you are here to trek through his mountain, and fight him in a very. very glorious battle to the death. If you guys manage to beat him, you will inherit his near god-like power and become King/Queen/President of the entire world. Fail to do so and you become one of the many names that will go on "The List of Losers". Got it? Feel free to ask any questions. You can also just leave if you'd like, just make sure not to destroy our rented out living space. Please. It's all we have."
Natsume curls into a ball.
"They're just gonna die like all the rest. Flammarion's definitely not gonna give us our wage OR bi-weekly food rations..."
It seems the world has opened for everyone to choose their path.
"...Flammarion's gonna be pissed."
The first witch spoke. She looked like your run-of-the-mill cat girl. However, she's wearing a purple witch outfit that looks like it was made out of torn up bed sheets. Her hands glow with golden light and it seems as if she was the one directly responsible for summoning everyone here.
"Huh?! Are you telling me out of the INFINITE worlds we could of pulled people from, THIS is what all we got?"
The second witch turns to everyone, and gives an absolutely hopeless look towards you. She's short, skinny, and has glasses twice the size of her eyes drooping from her face. Her attire is similarly as unfashionable as her friend's and holds a book in her hand.
"...Yup." says the first witch, in a calm tone.
"AGHHHH! FLAMMARION'S NOT GONNA PAY US FOR THIS! WE'RE GOING BROKE!" the second witch screamed in despair as she clutched her hat.
"Wait! Maybe these guys might, y'know, be legit. Lets give them chance to introduce themselves!" The first witch walks towards everyone and bows politely.
"Hi! I'm Cat-herine. Get it? Because I'mma cat girl. Meow."
Catherine awkwardly points to the second witch, who is currently bawling her eyes out.
"This is Natsume! We're, uh, roommates?"
"WE'RE BEST FRIENDS, YOU ASS -" Natsume screams out, before continuing crying obnoxiously.
Catherine sighs before speaking again. This time in a deadpan tone.
"And we're the people who summoned you here under the orders of our ever so graceful Lord and Savior: King Flammarion the First (Trademark). As the email he wrote suggested, you are here to trek through his mountain, and fight him in a very. very glorious battle to the death. If you guys manage to beat him, you will inherit his near god-like power and become King/Queen/President of the entire world. Fail to do so and you become one of the many names that will go on "The List of Losers". Got it? Feel free to ask any questions. You can also just leave if you'd like, just make sure not to destroy our rented out living space. Please. It's all we have."
Natsume curls into a ball.
"They're just gonna die like all the rest. Flammarion's definitely not gonna give us our wage OR bi-weekly food rations..."
It seems the world has opened for everyone to choose their path.
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