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You’re watching the Grand Finals of the Esperanza Invitational. After a grueling tournament where every single one of the competitors put everything on the line to get the chance of getting something, you’re left with the two finalists: The former terrorist and quirky villain facing against the Spacemadman.
And you wish your friend all the luck in the world, because he’s fighting something outside of it: <span class="mu-s">The Moon!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">Oh, Fancy!</span>” Esperanza likes the Moon.
“Partner, it’s a giant rock.” Philonune knows the concept of the moon, yet he still decides to fuck with you. ‘Why, Philonune, why?’ You wonder.
“…Perhaps, flame users are way more threatening than I gave them credit for.” Fiora is in a terrifying awe.
“There’s no way he can wield that thing for long, right?” Jesse *wants* to believe Galactic is only showing off.
“As a guy who fought a couple of giant monsters, I’ll refrain from commenting.” You cross your arms. Esperanza, Jesse and Fiora turn their heads toward you. “I’m not going to elaborate further.”
“Was it an Enormous Crab? A man I met told me about one.” Fiora wonders.
“No.” You scoff as you elaborate further like a stinky hypocrite. Who cares about giant crabs?
“How about a giant lizard cryptid?” Jesse rolls his eyes, believing you’re bullshitting.
“Are you referring to the almighty <span class="mu-s">Ghoulzilla</span>, who’s wrath is capable of destroying capital city?” Esperanza is interested in this topic.
“Seriously, what did Mr. Won-Jae teach you…?” You frown. The boring answer might be anything she was willing to learn about…
As Galactic Calamity’s laughter continues, the moment finally dawns in Oliver’s feeble little mind…
“Buahehahuhi.” Oliver’s laugh sounds shittier than usual, monotone even, like he knows he can’t compete with this level of craziness. “Well, this is what I think about your stupid moon.”
Oliver enlarges his middle finger’s nail to match Galactic’s Moon’s size. A very mature move. Even then, Galactic Calamity’s jolliness doesn’t dissipate.
“You two, since there’s so much bad blood between you two, I’ll keep the rules simple: You have to make the other say <span class="mu-s">I quit</span> by any means necessary.” Esperanza relays the rules through her megaphone. “Are you two ready?”
The unbreakable will of Galactic Calamity against the solitary stubbornness of Oliver. You hope for a fair fight, even if the rules are a little extreme (or the lack of them).
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Esperanza if she can teleport Jesse where you are in the Bubble. Or nearby. You’re kinda busy at the moment.
>Make everyone bet for their favorite to win! It’d be fun to speculate.
>Ask Fiora about… anything! She seems to know what’s going on, and might become an invaluable ally in present times!
>Write In.
And you wish your friend all the luck in the world, because he’s fighting something outside of it: <span class="mu-s">The Moon!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">Oh, Fancy!</span>” Esperanza likes the Moon.
“Partner, it’s a giant rock.” Philonune knows the concept of the moon, yet he still decides to fuck with you. ‘Why, Philonune, why?’ You wonder.
“…Perhaps, flame users are way more threatening than I gave them credit for.” Fiora is in a terrifying awe.
“There’s no way he can wield that thing for long, right?” Jesse *wants* to believe Galactic is only showing off.
“As a guy who fought a couple of giant monsters, I’ll refrain from commenting.” You cross your arms. Esperanza, Jesse and Fiora turn their heads toward you. “I’m not going to elaborate further.”
“Was it an Enormous Crab? A man I met told me about one.” Fiora wonders.
“No.” You scoff as you elaborate further like a stinky hypocrite. Who cares about giant crabs?
“How about a giant lizard cryptid?” Jesse rolls his eyes, believing you’re bullshitting.
“Are you referring to the almighty <span class="mu-s">Ghoulzilla</span>, who’s wrath is capable of destroying capital city?” Esperanza is interested in this topic.
“Seriously, what did Mr. Won-Jae teach you…?” You frown. The boring answer might be anything she was willing to learn about…
As Galactic Calamity’s laughter continues, the moment finally dawns in Oliver’s feeble little mind…
“Buahehahuhi.” Oliver’s laugh sounds shittier than usual, monotone even, like he knows he can’t compete with this level of craziness. “Well, this is what I think about your stupid moon.”
Oliver enlarges his middle finger’s nail to match Galactic’s Moon’s size. A very mature move. Even then, Galactic Calamity’s jolliness doesn’t dissipate.
“You two, since there’s so much bad blood between you two, I’ll keep the rules simple: You have to make the other say <span class="mu-s">I quit</span> by any means necessary.” Esperanza relays the rules through her megaphone. “Are you two ready?”
The unbreakable will of Galactic Calamity against the solitary stubbornness of Oliver. You hope for a fair fight, even if the rules are a little extreme (or the lack of them).
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Esperanza if she can teleport Jesse where you are in the Bubble. Or nearby. You’re kinda busy at the moment.
>Make everyone bet for their favorite to win! It’d be fun to speculate.
>Ask Fiora about… anything! She seems to know what’s going on, and might become an invaluable ally in present times!
>Write In.
