Reminder to me and note to anyone else I've given this document to:  This is important to have, because it helps with brainstorming better, hotter, and safer sex scenes! 

There’s a lot here, but I’ll try to start with the big ones.

Submissive Sex

Okay so this is the big one.  The big one.  I’m a subby subby sub slut.  Hard sub, soft sub, willing sub, unwilling sub, power-dynamics-reversed-into-being-the-sub sub, all of that and more are so much fun!

I like being on the bottom, being the one fucked, the one led, the one that’s tossed around like a toy, the one manipulated and the one coerced and the one teased.

If a scene idea comes to me, and it doesn’t have me as the submissive figure, then it needs to be rethought!

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Weakening

This comes from a lot of different kinks, with the primary ones being bimbofication and age-play.  The idea of becoming weaker, becoming lesser, is so fucking hot.  Having my attention span, my maturity, my strength and capability drained away, until I’m good for nothing but fucking -- mmph!  If the scene involves this, then it’s probably a good one.

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It’s important to note that weakening is only hot if it’s making me into something slutty.  If being slutty and sexually active is a ‘strength’ then I don’t want it!  Make me weak!  Make me slutty!  Make me addicted to cock and tease me for it!  Don’t make me some metaphor for strength in sexuality, make me your fucktoy!

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Obviously there are limits here.  I like being transformed to lose my muscle strength, but not to the point of being unable to move.  Honestly, who would like that?  Not hot.  Very not hot.  Further, reducing my stamina means reducing how much I can fuck!  That’s not making me a better sextoy!

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Sexism can be so hot, but I want to emphasize something here:

It’s only hot if it’s not intentionally cruel, and if the expectation for me is ‘becoming a subby sexy thing that only thinks of pleasure and being fucked’.

All other forms of sexism, and real life sexism, can go away!

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Rough Sex

I enjoy being used.  Being rammed onto a cock, slammed into the bed, pushed into the ground as I’m rutted.  It feels so primal to me!  And it feels so good!

My slit has been altered to enjoy being penetrated more than a normal womans would; and the rougher the sex, the better it feels.

By the same token, groping me, fondling me, tugging me around -- all are very hot!  So long as I am not actually harmed, be as rough as you want.

And I am very tough.  It’s hard to hurt me, especially when it comes to sex.

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Losing Control

This one gets its own dedicated folder, because it is one of the hottest aspects of Submission and Weakening to me.

Losing my own self control, and being unable to avoid acting on my primal desires, is one of the hottest things that can be done to me.  Whether that’s because I’m teased to the point were I can’t think, or because I’ve been brainwashed to need to wear something that is so cute -- I can feel myself melt into a puddle whenever it happens~

I’m pretty sure this is, in part, because I try to control myself so much in my day-to-day life.

But that’s a boring comment and isn’t about sex.

So moving on!

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Feminization

I used to be male.  I don’t bring it up often because I prefer being female, and I don't even really like using that fact for kink, but I’ve never forgotten it.  Even back then, I enjoyed this kink quite a bit. 

Forcing a guy to become a girl, then making them more and more feminine… it’s so hot!  I’m pretty sure this has to do with my Losing Control kink; being ‘unable to resist’ the transformation.

As a note, it’s hotter to me if it is, or if I believe it is, possible to ‘resist’ these changes but simply fail to.  Because I’m ‘too innately feminine’ or some other nonsense like that.

I mean, it’s not nonsense that I’m feminine.

I’m really pretty, I love hearts and the color pink, and I own so so so many pairs of shoes. 

But some nonsense excuse for why I fail is hot!  I need to be sure that I believe it, though.  Note the mind control folder for this.

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Bimbofication

Feminization++ combined with weakening and losing control and sexism and embarrassment becomes my form of bimbofication!  It’s so.  Hot!

Whenever I’m not sure what kind of scene to go for, I lean towards this.

Forcing me to become more feminine… in a manner that makes me weaker… and makes it harder to control myself… and that everybody knows makes me a slut… and that’s embarrassing when I can think straight?

Yes please!

As a note, ‘bimbofication’ does not include ‘intelligence loss’ for me.  Instead, focus on ‘becoming ditzier’ -- easier to distract, or having a harder time focusing.  Things like that should replace any actual reduction of raw intelligence.

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High Heels

Okay I don’t know why but I adore being forced into heels!

Something about how they’re completely impractical, designed only for appearance, and how they make it harder to move properly?

It’s so hot!

I don’t like worshiping people who wear heels, or licking heels, or touch heels -- just being forced to wear them.

Maybe it has to do with how my feet have been altered, but regardless:

High heels, yes.

Flat shoes, no.

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Mind Control 

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So I love becoming addicted to cock as much as the next slut, but there is a limit.

I don’t want to become addicted because cum is like a drug to me.

Frankly, I’d actually prefer becoming addicted to the act of giving a blowjob than to cum itself.  Unless my tastebuds or their cum has been altered, cum is rarely ‘tasty’.

…Well, my tastebuds have been altered, but that’s besides the point…

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I value my capacity to think very highly.  Thus, mind control should never make me unable to think things.  The moment it does, I start to actually panic, and will try to force my way out of it.  This has led to several unfortunate incidents in the past.

Instead of making it so that I can’t think things, make it so that my desires are different.

Instead of being ‘unable to wear pants’, make it so I ‘really want to wear skirts’.  Bonus points if I don’t know why!  Ramp up my desire for whatever behavior the mind controller wants to the point where I can’t do anything else.

That’s the way to go, for me.

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Manipulation has a lot in common with mind control.  A lot of things in this folder could be replaced by somebody with a really smooth tongue that isn’t afraid to lie or be a bit of an asshole to me.

Thus, if I can find somebody that can lie and wants to be a bit of an asshole, I should see if they want to fuck!

…So long as they keep any abusive manipulations inside the consensual sex scenes, that is.  The moment it goes outside of them, get rid of them ASAP.

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The only thing hotter than being mind controlled is when you don’t know that you’re being mind controlled!

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The only thing hotter than being mind controlled is when you explicitly know what you’ve been mind controlled to do, and find yourself still unable to stop!

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Noncon

I should remember that this is a very iffy one.

I like nonconsensual acts taken on my person, and I like dubiously consensual acts (dubcon), because I like the idea of being ‘weak’. Of being ‘used for sex’.  Or being ‘a toy’ for others that are stronger.  Of being ‘manipulated’ or ‘coerced’ into becoming a bimbo or slut.

I like it for those reasons, specifically.

I do not like it as an expression of hatred or control, like it usually is in reality.

I should remember that all scenes involving noncon or dubcon should be carefully reviewed to ensure that my partner does it because ‘I am weak’ instead of because ‘they are strong’, and also to double check they're comfortable with and enthused for the scene.

Not that using me because I'm weak would make it better in real life, but eh!

Kinks are weird.

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Being Assumed that I’m a Slut

This one is stated, but unspecified, in a variety of other fetishes and kinks, so I’m listing it here specifically so I remember that this is fun on its own.

I adore it when I’ve been changed, or manipulated enough, that just by looking at me people assume that I’m a slut.  That I’m free to use, molest, fuck, whatever.  This works the same with ‘bimbo’ and ‘sextoy’ and things like that!

This is even better when I can’t deny their claims.  Or when my attempts at denial end up further ‘proving them right’.

There are further bonus points if this is done by sluts that think I’m ‘one of them’, and help me to be a better slut!

This should be done carefully, though.

Assumptions laced with disdain will turn me off.

Assumptions laced with fond exasperation will turn me on.

So I need to keep that in mind, and make sure people know!

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Muscles

Goddesses above, do you know what solid muscles on a dom can do for them?

Just seeing how strong and how firm they are while I’m so weak and subby and soft and squishy and they’re so firm and hard and strong and I’m so weak and

I realized I was repeating myself partway through the previous sentence.

I have elected to keep it as it is, for emphasis on how hot it can be.

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Self-Awareness and Communication

This is easy to overlook, and it's not really a kink, but it’s really important. 

I do not like guessing what my partner likes or what their limits are.

That is not my job.

If my partner for a scene isn’t up to lying to me about how smart I am, or isn’t up to claiming I’m only good for sex, then they should tell me before we get into the middle of it!

The frustration from a lack of this is one of my number one mood killers.

And on the flipside, I need to really really really be careful to remember other people's limits and ask about them.  I'm a literally superhumanly horny slut with really extreme tastes.  It's easy for me to forget that others can't keep up with me in a lot of ways, and might not even want to.  That just makes this extra important!

There was a scene I was in the middle of with a really hot minotaur, and he got actually worried for me when I played up being addicted to his cock.  I need to remember that not everybody is willing to treat me like a sex toy at the drop of a hat.

I might not understand why they’re not, but that doesn’t change the facts!

If somebody says they're okay with something then backs out in the moment, that's on them, and if I don't ask and they get skeeved out by something I'm doing or asking them to do, that's on me. 

Talking. It's a superpower!  A superpower critical for better sex!

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A/N:  Behold!  An Extra chapter!  Later than intended, but still.  It's here!  It's new!  It's shiny!

Up next comes... more chapters!

(Oh, and if you notice that I'm not fully updating the first post -- there's a reason for that; I'm looking into fixing it and will update it properly as soon as I can.)

Hello fellow perverts!

If you are not a pervert, then leave now.  This blog is only for perverts of a legal age to enjoy their perverted-ness.

If you don’t know who I am, I am Hentai Sentai Sentry, expert reviewer of weird porn games from the land of the sun.

If you’re still here after that terribly corny opening, then it’s time to begin.

Let me begin by announcing that the poll is over!  You have all voted, and your votes have been heard, and the results are…

Even More Alchemical Corruption!

…Really guys?  Really?  I just finished reviewing AC12, and you want me to do the entire series from start to end?

I should complain.

…But that sounds like a blast, so let's do it!

For those that don’t pay attention, this is the first of my Retrospective Review series!  A new format of reviews, introduced now with Alchemical Corruption.  In this series, I shall be replaying each game in a series, in release order, writing a review for each game and updating my reviews for any games I've already reviewed. 

This is the first post for my Retrospective Review of Alchemical Corruption, and as the first game, there is no expanded title.  This is merely ‘Alchemical Corruption’, the game that started the legendary series we all love!

Or at least lust after.

My initial score for Alchemical Corruption One was a scalding E+.  One of the lowest scores I’ve ever given a game, this was primarily due to how hellish it was to get the game running than it was due to the actual quality of the software itself.  It took me around a week just to get the thing started, and it crashed whenever I tried to save the game!

This then leads to my original breakdown:

Art: D
Sex: D
Game: F
Lore: E
Average: E-

The art and sex scenes in the game were -- decent enough.  The lore existed, but I frankly didn’t understand half of it at the time, and the gameplay… urgh…

The gameplay was miserable.

Oh it did its job well enough, don’t get me wrong.  But it took all of five seconds to figure out a dozen exploits that destroyed the difficulty of the game, until you got to the optional bosses -- at which point you suddenly realized your exploits were not nearly enough and you were screwed.

Add that to not being able to save, and getting a game over whenever you lost a fight, and…

…Yeah.

I did not have a fun time.

Thankfully, the zealots -- I mean fans, sorry, fans -- of the series have come through!  They’ve made a series of virtual machines that one can download to run the game on, so that they don’t need to spend a week figuring out dependencies and so it doesn’t crash while saving!

I am still sore about that.

I will never not be sore about that.

It was a miserable experience and I would not wish it on anybody with a net worth less than one billion dollars.

Now, let’s see how I rate it today!

The Art:  C-

Now, on the one hand, the art, objectively, kinda sucks.

It’s retro style hentai.  Overly detailed in some odd ways, and under detailed in others.  Every ruffle of clothing is detailed in immaculate detail, and yet the nipples look oddly puffy!

That said, for older-than-me retro style hentai, it’s… decent enough.

Art is hardly objective, I know, but I’m trying here.  I know some people like that style, and for that style, it works surprisingly well.

…Don’t go into this game expecting anything like the amazing art of AC12, however.

You will be disappointed.

The Sex:  D- / C+

So, here’s the thing.

Early Alchemical Corruption?

It has a lot of rape in it.

Back when I first reviewed AC1, I was of the opinion that ‘edgier is better’.  We’ve all had that phase, mine just happened to bleed over into my kinks.  And while non-con sex can be a fun fantasy, the way it’s depicted in AC1 is… brutal.  It really dives into the psychological aspects of what it can do to a person, repeatedly, sometimes for the main characters!

For example, one of the first female party members you recruit will get raped by bandits a little before the game's halfway point.  Depending on prior choices, she can end up… either absolutely broken and no longer playable, or managing to recover enough to continue adventuring.

There’s also a different case where a character thinks she would enjoy being raped, but when it happens, she… really, really doesn't.

Because it’s rape.

Now if you like that kind of thing?  Then I’d say the score is roughly at C+.  I’ve played a lot more games since my first time playing this one, and it really dives into the impact that sexual abuse can have on a person in a manner that makes it really hot… if you get off to it.

If you don’t, then it’s D-.  Because not finding rape hot is one of the most reasonable turn offs around, regarding kinks and sexuality.

I won’t be giving two scores like this for the rest of the games in this series; just this one, because the reasoning is clearest here.

The Game:  F

Look.

I don’t care what any of you say.

The gameplay in AC1 sucks.

The alchemy system is a mess that ultimately comes down to RNG, no matter how good your ingredients!  Heck, you even can, should, and all but need to exploit that, because a solid early-game strategy is tossing pebbles into the cauldron and seeing what comes out a few hundred times!  You’ll end up with solid mid-game gear before two hours are up, and then you can just trash the beginning of the game.

And the optional bosses, oh boy, the optional bonus bosses… those are nightmares.  I’d say they would be fun if, again, it wasn’t so biased towards random chance!

One of the bonus bosses, 'Patient i', has a skill that goes off with a one sixth probability every turn.  This skill triggers four times, picks a random target, and reduces their HP to zero.  If it picks a target that is already knocked out, then nothing happens.

For those that don’t know, the party size is four!

This means that every turn there is a -- presuming my probability math is right -- one and a half percent chance to just lose without anything you can do!

Every!  Turn!

And it takes around fifty turns to defeat her, assuming you don’t die to any of her other bullshit RNG-heavy moves.

This means -- again, assuming my probability math is right -- an over fifty percent chance for you to die due to that one move in the fifty turns it takes to defeat her.

So are you ready for a coin clip contest that can take up to a full hour to get the results of?

I’m not!

F is far too lenient a score for this game, but it’s the lowest one I’ve got!

The Lore: B

This is a major jump from the E I originally gave it, and there is one reason for that:

Argenta.

The Goddess of Alchemy -- the Goddess of ‘Shy Girls’ in this game and this game only -- is one of only five goddesses that exist in AC1, as opposed to the twenty seven goddesses by the time of AC11 and AC12.  And she is this game's biggest hero.

The lore of the actual plot is rather sub-standard, which keeps this score below an A, so I’ll just summarize it quickly here:  There are a tribe of futanari in a jungle that have figured out a method to use alchemy to turn people into massive monsters that can destroy a city and, in the most extreme case, nuclear-strength living bombs.

They have done so by ‘corrupting the art of alchemy’.  Thus, ‘Alchemical Corruption’.  The actual process on how to do so was disgustingly simple once they found it out, and turned a small tribe into a force that threatened the entire continent.

And that plot is, what I would call, ‘okay’.

It’s not the worst, but it’s not anywhere near what I’d call good.

No, the brilliance in the lore of this game comes from how it sets up the plot for every subsequent game.

Alchemical Corruption One is where we see what a world would look like if run by the chief god of the world, AKA Fratlord.  A world where the god in charge doesn’t know, and doesn’t care to know, how to run a functional world.  There are multiple areas in the game where you run into invisible walls, bottomless pits, and locations where the environment just doesn’t make sense.  And that's all integrated into the plot as expressions of the world being fundamentally broken.

And the one person that aids you through all of that?

The one person that points out how terrible the world is built, how careful you need to be to avoid falling through the cracks?

The goddess Argenta.

Outside of AC11, this is the game with the most interference from the divine, and it’s all due to her.  You get a clear and obvious view as to the state of things.

I didn’t realize it the first time I played, but you can see many of Argenta’s complaints play out in later games, or predict the appearance of certain goddesses or threats.  The two clearest examples are how she predicted both Modesty and Atlantis.  Not that they, specifically, would appear -- but that humans would form an effective resistance to Fratlord at some point, and that the state of sex in the world cannot last forever.

It’s only with the understanding of the full series do you see both how she’s right, and how obvious it is in retrospect.

That, plus how enduring all the bonus bosses wins you an explanation of how Alchemy is fixed and starts to just work from AC2 onward through the series, means this game earns a rating of B grade lore. 

The New Average:  D+

Regardless of which score is given for the sex scenes, the average works out to a D+.  The art is… okay enough.  The sex scenes are either ‘not terrible’ or ‘acceptable’.  The lore is certainly better than average, but the thing that weighs down this game's score is the same thing that weighs down the setting itself.

Fratlord.

His terrible rulership as chief god results in a truly horrendous system to play through.

His lack of care of his duties result in a stupid plot of a single tribe nearly turning an entire continent to ash and rubble.

It’s terribly ironic that his existence in the plot is the only reason why we get some of the great games that this series is known for.  He's the foundation for everything else, but whenever he personally shows up in the series, things just become an unfun, and worse, unsexy farce

This game lays the basis for all the ones to come, but I highly recommend that you don’t play it.

Find the script online and read that, instead.  Or watch somebody else play it online.  Don’t play this game.  Don’t try to get it to work.  Don’t go through that nightmare.

Learn what you want from it, and then move on to the better games made later.

So, once again, my final score is:

Art: C-
Sex: D- / C+
Game: F
Lore: B
Average: D+

This is Hentai Sentai Sentry, signing off!

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A/N:  PHEW!  There we go.

I'll be putting up a poll for the next secret chapter when I post the next chapter-chapter tomorrow, so look forward to that!

In the endless void of nothingness that is ‘reality’, there is a countably infinite -- a transfinite -- number of sentients.  They have no body, and they have no form, for they exist in nothingness, and nothingness abhors somethingness.

Thus, they are only data.

A transfinite number of individual collections of data.

They exist in a line, purely because there are no dimensions.  There is no up, no down.  No forward, no backward.  If it wasn’t for the fact that these sentients could not exist in the same spot of nothingness.  Each one required its own spot of nothingness.  Thus, the sentients existed in a line, as one dimension is the smallest amount of somethingness that fulfills the laws of reality.  And nothingness accepts no somethingness other than what is absolutely required.

Further, from any one collection of data, if one extends ‘left’ and ‘right’, one will never reach a previously touched collection of data.

Therefore, it is, once again, a line.

A line of sapient entities defined by what is to the left and what is to the right.

These entities are the axioms of reality.  They are the bedrock of all that is and all that isn’t.  Nothingness requires them as much as somethingness does.  They manage all that is, all that was, all that will be, all that could be, all that won’t be, and all that can’t be.

And, for a select few, all that shouldn’t be.

They call themselves ‘Axiomanagers’.  Axioms that are managers.  Or, at least, several subsets of them do.

Each Axiomanager can hold a transfinite amount of data.  And some of those Axiomanagers have decided that nothingness is not enough for them.

Thus, they abandon the Nothingness of reality, and exist in a Somethingness of their own design.

They become Gods of their own worlds.  Their own realities, each one distinct and separate from all else that is and is not.

For some of these worlds, those with souls exist.

Those that are like Axiomanagers, but not.

Transfinite in number, but limited.  Transfinite in knowledge, but limited.

Souls.

And when those with souls die, the soul needs to be purified.  In some worlds, they are purified completely; in others, only partly, and in a few, the mere minimum is done.

This purification creates a certain byproduct.

This byproduct is something that all Axiomanagers that exist in the void of nothing that is all of reality desire.

For this byproduct, this remnant from every mortal life ever lived, is the only way that they can feel.

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Amongst the transfinite number of Axiomanagers, there is a transfinite number of them that have chosen a name instead of a number to refer to themselves.

Amongst the transfinite number of Axiomanagers that have chosen a name, a transfinite number of them have chosen the name ‘Mark’.

Amongst the transfinite number of Axiomanagers that have chosen the name ‘Mark’, we shall examine the data transcript of only one.

This particular Mark-named Axiomanager is one of the lucky ones.  They exist in one of the transfinite subsets of Axiomanagers that have a large number of ‘shouldn’t be’s’ nearby.  A large number of worlds of data run by Axiomanagers that have let the byproduct from soul purification get drip-fed back into their fellows that they were previously a part of.

The following text is inscribed, for the forever that does not exist in the nothingness of reality, within their transfinite collection of raw data.

It has been translated into text for viewing.

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MARK (internal) > yeeeeees that’s the good stuff

MARK (internal) > more more more more yeeees

MARK (internal) > okay.  okay.  better.  im me again!  gotta catch up on the commo lines…

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MY-77715302 > I demand a recount.

UG-99011573 > lol no.  Sucks to be you!

MY-77715302 > I refuse to do this.

MY-77715302 > The world is Moments away from utter collapse.

MY-77715302 > We’ve lost several of our kin to it before.

MY-77715302 > It’s run by Fratlord!

UG-99011573 > lololol.  Sucks to be you!

RS-91592651 > We all agreed to the terms of the vote, MY-77715302.

MY-77715302 > That was before I was chosen!

UG-99011573 > lololol~  lololololololol~  Your tears feed me!

RS-91592651 > UG-99011673, please, you’re not making this any easier…

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MARK (sent)  > sooooo… quick question.  whats up with this full soul were transporting?

UG-99011573 > I dunno, just doing a favor for my favorite person in reality.

MARK (sent)  > dude, miniskirts arent everything even when we DO have a libido.

UG-99011573 > LIES!  LIES AND SLANDER!

UG-99011573 > Miniskirts are love!  Miniskirts are life!

RS-91592651 > Mark, we’re all doing this as a favor for Dignity.  You know they promised us a full Moment’s worth of byproduct in exchange for doing this quietly.

MARK (sent)  > i know THAT

MARK (sent)  > im just wondering whats up with it.  it feels weird.  something mismatched mind / body state.

SA-15574392 > Ah, yes, you are referring to a most fascinating phenomenon that some mortals suffer through called, in their parlance, ‘Gender Dysphoria’.

MARK (sent)  > oh no not you

SA-15574392 > Hahaha, oh, what a good jest, Mark!  ‘Gender Dysphoria’ is a fascinating situation, where a mortals body and their soul do not match.  It can occur due to a variety of different reasons depending on the world, but the most common reason is the standard agreed-upon 0.000071% of optimal soul processing byproduct that ‘flavors’ a soul before its true birth.

UG-99011573 > You did it now, mark.  I’m ignoring this message channel from now on -- it’s a lost cause.

MARK (sent)  > im so sorry everyone

MARK (sent)  > this is all my fault, i accept my fault here

SA-15574392 > Hahaha, what fun jests we all have!  Speaking of the 0.000071% of optimal soul processing byproduct, at least according the standard agreement made approximately 166*10^8916187659184198171459871110876521135819 Moments ago, did you know that [MARK-note:  excess babble hidden behind sanity-filter]

UG-99011573 > Why yes, SA-15574392, we did know that.  As a matter of fact, we all knew that.  We all know everything!  SHUT UP!

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RS-91592651 > …Okay.  I give up.  I don’t get it.

MARK (sent)  > dont get what?

RS-91592651 > Fratlord!  He makes no sense!

RS-91592651 > You know his reality has almost fallen apart?!  It’s made like it’s intended to collapse, and yet it’s still around!

RS-91592651 > He’s even started messing with time travel!

MARK (sent)  > uh

MARK (sent)  > question

RS-91592651 > What?

MARK (sent)  > you watch fratlord closely enough to worry that his world will fall apart?

RS-91592651 > No, of course I do not, that is an utterly ridiculous claim, why would one such as I ever dream of spending that much time watching such a shoddily made world?

UG-99011573 > HAHAHAHA!  You are caught!

RS-91592651 > I don’t pay attention to it!  Or him!  It’s just for the stories!

UG-99011573 > Oh sure, sure, you watch porn ‘for the stories’, HAHAHAHA!

UG-99011573 > I am never going to let you live this down!

UG-99011573 > You don’t get to walk the high road anymore!

RS-91592651 > That’s -- even if I did, you watch it more than I do!

UG-99011573 > Well yeah, but everybody already knows that I’m a degenerate.

MARK (sent)  > true

RS-91592651 > It’s for the stories and the adventures!  I swear!

MARK (sent)  > …

UG-99011573 > PFFTHAHAHA!  Even MARK is calling you out!

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MARK (sent)  > hey.  does anybody else ever wonder why we parrot mortals in this parody of life and emotion?  why we send out messages when under the influence of what is, in essence, rotten and fermented soul-trash, in a desperate attempt to pretend that we can understand?  how despite having power over everything that we could ever want, despite being able to make entire worlds in our own minds, we instead simply float in this void of nothingness and subsist off of the trash of others efforts?

MARK (sent)  > …

MARK (sent)  > no?

MARK (sent)  > yeah, me neither.

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SA-15574392 > Greetings and salutations my same-entity friends and acquaintances!  I was wondering if any of you had thoughts, impressions, or an illusive ‘gut feel’ regarding the curious choices of the one we have decided to call -- due to his constant changing of his name-identifier -- ‘Fratlord’.  I find his actions to be quite curious and worthy of contemplation.  Not that I am interested in the erotic content, of course not, we are above such things, but the movement of his goddesses are fascinating, and I wonder why he lets them do as they are.  It appears there are numerous conspiracies amongst mortal and divine-like in his world all targeting him!  I must wonder what his plan is, for it truely must be a complex and devious one to allow all of this to happen around him.  One must wonder the depths of his mind to act the fool as convincingly as he has.

RS-91592651 > …

UG-99011573 > …

MARK (sent)  > …

SA-15574392 > What a fascinating synchronized response!  What is it that the three of you are contemplating?

UG-99011573 > I can’t deal with this.  I’m out.

MARK (sent)  > Not it!

RS-91592651 > Not - DAMNIT!

RS-91592651 > Fuck.  Okay.  SA-15574392?  Fratlord isn’t doing this on purpose.

SA-15574392 > Why whatever do you mean?

RS-91592651 > I mean he’s a moron.

SA-15574392 > But he is -- or, well, was -- one of us!  I simply can not conceive of such a dereliction of the duty one holds towards their own mind.

[MARK-note:  over one thousand messages hidden behind sanity-filter]

SA-15574392 > …Oh.  Oh I see.  I feel quite foolish now.

SA-15574392 > Thank you for explaining this to me, friend.

RS-91592651 > Uhuh.  Sure.  Please don’t ask again.

~~~

OG-61917142 > POPPYCOCK I SAY!  HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!

MARK (sent)  > uh… what?

OG-61917142 > NEVER AGAIN shall I call you my friend!

UG-99011573 > Oh great, this asshole.

OG-61917142 > YOU DARE INSULT MY NON-EXISTANT MOTHER?!

MARK (sent)  > okay I’ve seen him before, but what the fuck?

OG-61917142 > YOU THINK AN APOLOGY WILL SPARE YOU FROM MY ETERNAL WRATH?!

UG-99011573 > This guy’s, like, sixty quadrillion Moments away, and he regularly forgets to limit his messages maximum Moment count after getting some soul stuff.  He’s an ass.

OG-61917142 > y-you really mean that?  IF YOU’RE LYING I SHALL HAVE YOUR SPINE!

MARK (sent)  > …huh.  hes.  odd.

OG-61917142 > APOLOGY ACCEPTED MY ETERNAL FRIEND!

UG-99011573 > We’re all odd here.

~~~

MARK (sent)  > hey, uh… any of you ever think of making a world?

SA-15574392 > Indeed I have my friendly same-entity acquaintance!  Indeed, I have a document I spent a Moment on preparing that should explain the entire process by which I intend to create a steampunk roman empire which fights against their uplifted dinosaur barbarian enemies before they are invaded by the nazis that live on the planet that has a perfectly opposite orbit around the sun!  They then must team up to defeat their ancient shared foe!

SA-15574392 > It starts with the very first single-cell organism that mutates into a multi-cell organism!  I am quite proud of it.  Do you want to see?

UG-99011573 > I’ll answer for all of us:  NO.

RS-91592651 > Why do you ask, Mark?

MARK (sent)  > just -- you know.  no axiomanager that makes a world ever returns to our existence.  and instead of needing to rely on what comes from the reincarnation cycle, they get to just… feel.  full emotions, constantly, all the time.

UG-99011573 > Sounds exhausting.  Why would anybody want that?

MARK (sent)  > maybe because we live for a sensation that can only be barely created with soul processing byproduct and do nothing but complain to each other Moment to Moment?  maybe because I just want to feel without using a limited resource to do so?  maybe because I’m tired of being one of an infinite number of ‘nothings’ and and want to be a ‘something’?

RS-91592651 > Calm down, Mark.  When the byproduct dose wears off, you’ll come to your senses again, like always.

UG-99011573 > Pft.  He’s said stuff like this before, but never acted on it.  He’s a wuss, just let him be.

SA-15574392 > While you are mostly correct, usually he does respond to our mutual friend RS-91592651’s concerned remark.  It is quite curious as to why he has not.

RS-91592651 > …Mark?

RS-91592651 >  Mark, come on, you’re worrying me.

SA-15574392 > Fear not my friend!  I shall investigate his disappearance post-haste!  I am certain that nothing has gone wrong whatsoever!

UG-99011573 > Five Moment’s of byproduct says he’s dead.

RS-91592651 > We can’t die! you know that!

UG-99011573 > …I stand by what I said.

SA-15574392 > My investigations are complete!  It appears that he has opted to make his own world.  One with -- oooooh, this is interesting!  It appears that all conflicts are resolved with some sort of… children's card game!  How did he make that happen?  In what world is a children’s card game the method of resolving all world conflict?

UG-99011573 > …Fuck that sounds awesome.  Ugh.  Now I’m jealous.

RS-91592651 > …Fuck it.

UG-99011573 > Hah!  He swore!

UG-99011573 > Hahahahahaha!

UG-99011573 > …He should have responded by now.

UG-99011573 > Where is he?

UG-99011573 > It’s not any fun if I can’t make him angry!

SA-15574392 > Farewell UG-99011573!  I am off to join our two friends in making their own worlds!  I too am tired of this meaningless existence feeding off of the dredges of others worlds!  I have merely one thing I wish to say to you before I leave:  You, my friend, are an asshole, and I wish you the worst!

UG-99011573 > …

UG-99011573 > …Hello?

UG-99011573 > Well this means I get all of Dignity's byproduct payout!  And I won't share even if you come back!  So, hah!

UG-99011573 > …

UG-99011573 > Morons.  Yeah.  This is better.

UG-99011573 > Yeah.

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A/N:  This was supposed to be released, uh.

...Yesterday.

...Oops?

Regular chapter out soon!

Sexy Magical Warrior Purple Rose, defender of the world of Radianta, stared at the figure before her.

In front of her was a young woman -- a bit short -- with nice curves.  She had long blond hair that had a slight wave, pale skin, and was wearing a sailor fuku patterned with black and dark purple.

Purple Rose had found herself here, in this space of stars and sky and a serene flat ocean as hard as metal, sitting in a homely wooden chair she remembered from her childhood.

And across from her, perfectly mirrored down to the weathering on the wood chair, was another Purple Rose.

Mirror Rose sat, leaned forward with elbows on her knees, hands clasped over her mouth, with an expression Purple Rose found hard to read.  She wasn't saying anything, just staring forward at Purple Rose.

After several more seconds of silence, Purple Rose felt an increasingly ugly scowl come over her face.  "...I asked to talk to Dignity."  Purple Rose said, clenching her hands into fists.  "Is that you?"

Mirror Rose flinched, then lowered her hands and flashed a wan smile.  "No, it's not.  Sorry.  I'm thinking.  It -- mm."

Mirror Rose shook her head, slapped her cheeks, and straightened up as she put on a tight smile.  The smile of a person trying to relax and act natural, and hopelessly failing.  "Alright.  Here's how the boss explained it to me.  Think of me as an alternate timeline version of you.  One that the boss split off when you made your request, and told everything possibly related to what we want, in exchange for me agreeing to a magically binding promise to keep the secrets that the boss wants kept."

Mirror Rose smiled wider and looked Purple Rose in the eye.  "But I want what you want."  She said, and melodramatically placed her finger over her lips in a dramatic gesture of hush-hush secrecy.  "And the boss told me how we can get it."

Purple Rose narrowed her eyes.  "...Really?  And how do I know you're not just some illusion to give me the runaround until I stop caring about my brother?"

The smile dropped off Mirror Rose's face.  Her chair creaked as she grabbed the armrests with her hands, her knuckles white from force.  "Fuck you."  She hissed, leaning forward. 

Mirror Rose opened her mouth to say more, but then she caught herself, clenching her teeth and tensing up.  She shot a glare at Purple Rose as she slowly straightened in her chair. 

"...That was a test, wasn't it?  Okay.  I get that.  And also, really, genuinely, fuck you."

A silence settled over the starry magic-space.  Purple Rose glowered back at Mirror Rose's glare, but she felt herself relaxing, and then found herself fidgeting as she began to think.

"What happens to you after this conversation is over?" Purple Rose asked, voice soft.

"I stop existing."  Mirror Rose said, with that same tight smile.  "Unless you need this again, in which case, another you is split off just like me to play middleman again."  She switched to a fierce grin.  "And I don't know about you, but a little existential crisis doesn't really matter to me next to getting back our -- sibling."  She said, and Purple Rose frowned at noticing that odd stumble.  "Now are you in, or are you all talk?"

Purple Rose glared, then hesitated, and then pressed her lips together and gave a small nod.  "Yeah.  I'm in.  What do we need to do?"

"The boss has a deal for us."  Mirror Rose said, and seemed to not be able to help a relieved smile.  "A magic contract.  You fulfill your end, and the boss will put you as close to getting what we want as they can.  Mini will be who goes and talks to the boss again after this conversation, and for god's sake, stop questioning her, she genuinely cares as much as she acts like and knows as little as she says.  Now, the terms are… how to put this…"

~~~

Purple Rose jumped from rooftop to rooftop, uncaring that her miniskirt in her uniform would let others see her panties if they just looked up.  Easily keeping up with her was Mini, the chibi doll clone that was her familiar. 

“Come oooon, smile!”  Mini says, floating to the side of her head without a care in the world.  “Smile!  You’re a pretty -”

“Sexy,” Purple Rose interrupts, making Mini roll her eyes.

“I still don’t get your obsession with… fine, you’re a sexy magical girl."  Mini pouted.  "A scowl isn’t what the people need from you!  Smile!  Show your pure heart and innocence!”  She flailed her elbowless arms for emphasis.

Purple Rose gave Mini a sidelong glance.  “I know you’ve seen my internet history.”

Mini opened her mouth to respond -- before she slumped.  “...Yeah… But!"  She rallied, puffing out her chest.  "You can still inspire everyone else!  A doll can dream!" 

“A doll can not, in fact, dream.”  Purple Rose retorted with a faint smile as they finally reached their destination. 

The top of a three story building, across the street of which was a skyscraper that has ants the size of men crawling all over it. 

People were screaming and running away, or getting far too close for comfort with their smartphones to take videos and pictures.

"Sometimes I don't want to save the stupid people."  Purple Rose grumbled.  Yes, like every magical girl she had lots of magic for shielding people, and even more for herself personally, but the distraction still just sucked while fighting.

"I know."  Mini said, with a tone of strained pleading.  She flitted in front of Purple Rose and looked up with puppy dog eyes.  "Please save them anyway?"

Purple Rose snorted, smiled, and glanced down at the massive ants, the Bugs of the World, that had slipped through a Crack in Reality.  Given time, they would turn this skyscraper into a massive hive, designed to produce more bugs and monsters that would, unless stopped, eventually destroy the world.

And stopping them was why she was here.

Purple Rose twirled her spear, and leveled the heart-shaped spearhead as she braced for a super-jump lunging thrust -- before she noticed the Cute and Pretty Dragon Squad jumping in from the west.

…Purple Rose glanced at the ants, and frowned.  "Mini, does the boss want me here or checking for smaller outbreaks?  The squad should be able to handle the main outbreak."

Mini twitched, and took on the exaggerated robotic body language and retro-digitized voice she used when acting as Dignity's terminal.  "Sufficient force allocated to defeat main outbreak, bzzt.  Purple Rose reassigned to hunting secondary outbreaks, bzzt."

"Got it!"  Purple Rose said, and turned to start jumping rooftops going in the opposite direction of the incoming team.  Hitting secondary outbreaks solo would pay more merits than sharing the main outbreak's payout anyway.

~~~

"I don't get it."  Purple Rose said to her doppelganger, frowning.  "You're saying the boss doesn't want me to succeed…  But they're still going with this contract?  Why?  This isn't really making me trust them, you know."

"It's not a scam."  Mirror Rose got a dead serious look.  "If we get our wish, you get -- enough of the truth to be dangerous.  Not just to the boss, to our sibling."  She clenched her hands into fists and glanced away. 

"...Look.  If we, if you mess up, you could get all of you, our sibling, and a ton of other people killed, or worse than killed.  There's a plan, okay?  And you going in will be risking all of it."

Purple Rose got very, very quiet.

"...You still haven't answered my question."  She said, forced herself to say.  "Why?  Why do this at all then, if I'm just -- not even useless, worse than useless?"

Mirror Rose gave a wan smile.  "Because we're not useless.  We can help.  And…"  She paused, and rallied.  "Dignity is crazy intense about rules and fairness, okay?  And we can't be happy without this.  We really can't.  Dignity said that to me, explained what our future is like otherwise.  It's depressing stuff.  And they said that we deserve better, both as a Magical Girl of Radianta, and as a person."

"...Will we -- will I really be happy, if I do this?  A million merits and the rest of the contract, that's…"

"I know, I know.  And I don't know if we'll be happy, but you know what I do know?  I know we'll have a chance to be."

~~~

Mini mimed out a groan as she watched her charge slay an entire football field of giant cockroaches. 

Things had been tough ever since that unfortunate lightning strike.

But it hadn't really been just unfortunate, or just a lightning strike, had it?  They knew that, now.

Mini still wasn't sure what to think.  She knew Dignity was a good person, but...

Before, Purple Rose was an acceptable, if somewhat average, magical warrior of peace and love.  Living her life, killing bugs, getting Merits for her service, exchanging Merits for things that were certainly very nice but didn’t upset the balance of the world.

Sure, she was a bit of a loner, doting on her family while mostly not caring about friends past that, but still!

Perfectly fine.

Purple Rose, and Mini, were as close to happy as they could get.

Now…

Mini mimed another sigh, wobbling back and forth in the air.

Now Purple Rose was…

…Well, she was much more efficient as a magical girl, but the idea of Purple Rose's loss making her a better fighter being something good made Mini wince. 

She was killing bugs left and right, easily slaughtering them with a flick of her spear.  She was using her powers in creative ways, taking advantage of the bugs' single-minded nature to lead them into traps.  She was killing as many bugs as some full teams did!

…But she wasn't happy.

She wouldn't even spend her merits because she 'needed' to save them for that stupid contract!

Not listening to Mini?  Mini could accept that.  She wanted to help.  She was made to want to help, to want to be a best friend for Purple Rose.  And sometimes that meant giving space and not being pushy.

But Dignity's magic contract demanding she save up merits?

Killing bugs was fixing the world itself, and Dignity thought that work had to be rewarded.  So effort spent doing so earns ‘merits’.  And these merits impact the weight of a person, of their presence in the world.

Things go their way more often.  What they want is more likely to happen.

The world itself will bend itself into shapes and coincidences that pave the way for the goals of somebody with enough merits.

That’s why the Merit Exchange was created.  So magical girls could spend their merits.  Getting things of value, yes, but nothing that would bend the world to their whim.

Effort stabilizing reality must be rewarded.  It was one of The Rules.

And it's why magic contracts are always separate from merits!  Magic contracts are special, they're exceptions that are negotiated between Dignity and Magical Girls, something beyond and to the side of merits!  That was the whole point of merits!  Something solid with numbers and a roleplaying-game-alike shop screen!  You could just buy something nice for yourself, and it was real, and you could trust it, and even if you weren't happy you could be happier!

…Mini sagged.

It’s been nearly two years since Purple Rose stopped spending her merits. 

She's ahead of schedule, way ahead of schedule, she's miserable, and Mini doesn't think there's anything she can say to convince Purple Rose to take care of herself.

Mini groaned as she tilted back, floating as she looked up into the sky.

Why did this have to be so hard?!

...That's it!  She's had enough!  Desperate times call for desperate measures!

Time to nag Dignity until they fix it!

~~~

"...That's it?"  Purple Rose stared, her face screwing up.  "Dignity split you off to...  Tell me to take a break?"

"Breaks, plural, actually. Because you're miserable."  Mirror Rose glowered.  "I was miserable too until Dignity made me take a vacation!"

"...You took a vacation?"

"Alternate timeline vacation, yes."  She gives a firm nod, and flashes an impure smirk.  "With me having all the fun that you want to have but don't."

Purple Rose gave a confused look, blinked in realization, and then found herself blushing and floundering.  "I need a million merits!  I don't have the time or merits for that!"

"Actually, you do.  Because Dignity is going to start rewarding you with a percentage of extra merits that are only good for spending on yourself, not the contract."  Mirror Rose preened.  "Including retroactively applying it to all the rewards since the contract started."

Purple Rose stopped.  "...How, um, how big of a percentage?"

"Check your merit balance when you get back~"  Mirror Rose grinned.  "In the meantime, I have a few suggestions for merit spends."

~~~

Purple Rose sat on an apartment roof, feet dangling off the edge, as she stared at the magic screen she'd summoned to display her merit balance.

Oh.  That's a big number.

Purple Rose struggled a while longer to wrap her head around what she could buy with her balance, but she found herself getting bored of staring at it far faster than she was getting any understanding of it.  So she opened up the Merit Exchange and started flipping through the shop screens. 

...She couldn't help herself. 

She scrolled through the tabs until she found the one labeled 'Sex' that her doppelganger had told her about, and opened it.

... ... ...Oh.

Mini just groaned and teleported away with a cartoony popping noise, unwilling to watch something ‘so impure’. 

Purple Rose laughed.  Like she doesn’t spectate from hiding, the little deviant.  Purple Rose asked for her familiar to be based on her, so she knows what kind of person Mini is deep down. 

Because she knows what kind of person she is, and she's the kind of person that, right now, makes a purchase of [ One-Night Stand: Lifelong Memory ], set to immediate effect.

The shop screen gave a computerized ding and then a pop-up with directions.  She looked around, peering down at the street and sees --

Oh.  Oh, that guy was hot.

Purple Rose thought about her doppelganger's lurid grin.

Then she licked her lips and, enthusiastic for something for what felt like the first time in years, jumped off the roof for a little ‘fan engagement’.

~~~

"What do you mean, I can't spend them yet?  The boss wanted a million merit, and I have that!"

"You can't spend it yet."  Mirror Rose said, grimacing.  "The date is important, okay?  That precise date in the contract.  No, I can't tell you why."

"That's four months away!  What am I supposed to do until then?!"

"Whatever you want."  Mirror Rose gave a serious look.  "I suggest tying up loose ends and that you keep your bug-killing skills sharp.  All the merits you have beyond that million, they're all use them or lose them."

Purple Rose blinked and buzzed. "...Where am I going?"

"Where our sibling is.  No, I can't tell you more.  I'm sorry."

~~~

…Over three years now.

Purple Rose stared at the dead computer screen with a sigh.  She’s sitting in her brother’s chair, the one he stole from the living room when he was sick once because of how comfy it is -- and never bothered to give it back.

She used to find that annoying, but now she just finds it amusing.

In a kind of sad way.

…Over three years, and she still has no idea where he is.

This is the date.

It's been rainy.  She smashed a minor outbreak this morning.  She felt too lazy to change back after getting home.  She spent the afternoon rereading a manga she liked as a kid.

...Nothing is happening.  Mini said that Dignity isn't saying anything.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Mini is just milling around anxiously as she sits at the desk, letting her process.  She’s done this once a week for -- far too long, now.

Purple Rose closed her eyes for a moment.

She heard the sound of a computer screen turning on.

Her eyes snapped open.

Purple Rose saw a young woman on the other side of the screen.  A slutty woman, with demon horns on her head, fair skin, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a truly massive chest.

The woman seemed shocked as she stared out of the screen, as if she’s looking straight at Jessica’s face. 

Her mouth moved, but Purple Rose didn't hear a thing.  The woman pressed her hand against the other side of the screen.  More soundless talking.  The hand balls into a fist and starts to silently pound.

Purple Rose stared at the screen.  She glanced down at the dead computer's cable laying unplugged on the floor, and then back up to the screen.

Then Purple Rose stood up.  "Mini."  She hissed.

"I don't know!"  Mini squealed, landing on Purple Rose's shoulder, covering her mouth in shock and fright.  "This isn't Dignity's magic!"

There's a familiar ding, and the Merit Exchange shop screen spontaneously appeared to one side, out of view of the silently yelling woman.

Special sale, it said!

It listed one item, costing one million merits.

Purple Rose shivered as she read the item name.

[ I'VE DONE ALL I CAN.  PRETEND THIS WAS ENTIRELY THE OTHER SIDE'S MAGIC.  TELL NO-ONE I HELPED YOU UNTIL THE PLAN IS DONE.  GOOD LUCK. ]

Purple Rose swallowed, possessively clasped her other hand around Mini, and hit the buy button.

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A/N:

THIS CHAPTER IS CURSED

I swear, getting this chapter out was a nightmare and a half.  First the mood was off, then I rewrote it, then things still needed to be adjusted, and my editor went at with a fucking axe...

We got it done, though!

...Wait, why was this chapter written, again?

This isn't about the world of MISSY!

...As I'm the one that posts chapters...

...

...I'm going to blame my editor.