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>>Random Event:
>Stat: Charisma
>Type: Negative
>Magnitude: 5
Jimena picks up the call; against all odds, she had managed to hack the Nintendo Switch and turn it into a gigantic, impractical cellphone. The power of focus… if only she focused on neuro-science or some shit. The face displayed on the cellphone is that of her good boy Fernando, already halfway on the sequel of the hit game starring her, “Kyaa Oni-Chan Yamete: The power of Love and Nitroglycerin”. Despite looking like a troll game, and playing like a troll game, the gameplay turned out so solid that it even has its own niche esports scene, and the metagame is looking healthy.
Jimena gently asks Fernando why the fuck is he bothering her on this fine morning; he seems serious. Going straight for the jugular, the game designer tells the Magical Girl that their main investor is right about to pull the plug and leave the whole team to fend for themselves on rice and good will. Which blows the grin right out of Jimena’s face like a thunderous cock-slap: her lifestyle is at stake. The revenue from using her image in the game was barely enough for Jimena to fuel her hobbies and distractions. Without it she either milks her hard-working single father dry, which Jimena dreads to do, or she will have to get a job and put up with a retard boss and the scum of the earth: customers.
Already sweating the big ones, Jimena asks <span class="mu-s">why</span>. The reason, Fernando explains, is simple: the game does not have enough sexually implicit content, and the investors fear it will not appeal enough. A stranger to what ‘sex’ actually entails other than the fact that dicks look like mushrooms, Jimena swallows with sincere single-minded fear. She could contact the investors directly… but what else could she do?
The first drop hits the street, and then the next, and then the third. Fuck it all: now this?
Jimena and Ambonisye watch it pour from inside the arcade, more people rushing in by the second. A part of her totally forgets that her ass is on the line, and wonders if any of those seeking shelter would stand a chance against her. The thought is quickly brutalized; she used to wreck edgy teens before even having Magical Girl reflexes. All she can do now is take.
>(Rita tomorrow!!)
