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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
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'Course I have, I play some here and there.
[fun fact: the famicom does exist in ranma 1/2, with ranma himself playing one in one chapter op can't find the image for. plus you can't convince me ranma hasn't played the og street fighter in an arcade]
What makes ya' think we're in one?
[He wasn't dismissing or shooting down the idea, he's genuinely wondering since. it isn't outside his realm of possibility.]
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That's just the kind of girl Aoi is.
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Last time I checked, I didn't get sucked into a video game... I think.
[........... Right? He actually has to stop and contemplate this. It would be on brand with his luck for him to be jumanji'd into one in his sleep. No, no no no he would know if this was a game. This has to be reality. Unless--
Focus Saotome, focus.
Oooookay, he might be starting to understand what's going on here. there's two working theories rattling around his skull like a ping-pong ball:
1. this chick's pulling his leg
2. this is another panda doodle situation, and she's actually a game character given life until she fulfills her purpose.
Signs are pointing to two.]
Routes? Like levels? [He's only familiar with the kinds of games with linear and straight-forward structures.
Wait. She said when she 'completes' her routes, she goes to another world. And the other thing, the kind of girl she is? That begs the question...] What happens if you don't complete them?
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[Either this is a game where everybody is isekai'd, or...this isn't a game at all? How does that make sense, though?]
Levels...that's a different kind of game. Aoi can't gain EXP or power-ups.
But if the route doesn't get completed, Aoi's battery will die and I'll disappear.
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Nope. It doesn't look like any of us are--
[He was in the middle of pulling out the note he had neatly folded and tucked in his pocket before. UM???]
What?!!
[Oh. Oh that ain't good chat.]
Wait wait, hang on, back up a sec! When you say disappear, you mean you'll die or...
[WTF????]
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[She doesn't seem to realize that's even more fucked up than dying. Aoi please.]
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[Aoi might not, but Ranma sure does! He might not be the smartest boy with understanding stuff unrelated to martial arts, but the screwed up implications of her words is clear as day!
His face falls to rightly horror, morphing quickly to]
All over some crummy routes or levels or whatever? The hell??
[righteous fury, hands tighten to fists. Forget this make the world a better place mission this is a lot more important!]
Who the hell decided that?!
[and where can he find them? he just wants to chat, grab a drink, introduce them to his fist. several times. at mach 5]
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God did. It's just how it's supposed to be with romance visual novels. The girls you don't pick fade into the background.
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[A lot of those words go right over his head and he needs a sec to process all that, but he's picking up the basic gist.
Visual novel... like one of those romance books he sees girls burying their noses in, but in game form? He's never been the type to care for those stories
cause hes already living in one, too unmanly for his tastes, but he knows the main selling point of those stories is finding out who the guy/girl'll end up with.sound familiar ranma?Meaning...]That's so bullshit. Why can't 'God' [airquoting cause he's still 50/50 on whether its actual god or not] let those chicks go live their lives and find somebody else to fall for? Why do they gotta be erased?
[None of that makes sense to him, and he's a literal rom-com protagonist. He's calmed down, but he's still a tad peeved. He's made up his mind.]
When all this world fixin' nonsense gets wrapped up, tell me where I can find that 'God' creep. I'll give that jerk a piece of my mind.
[Ranma Saotome will fight GOD]
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[Aoi's blank eyes swim briefly with emotion: shame and unease, then when Ranma asks to get in contact with God, she seems...oddly touched.]
Boop boop...Aoi can call God to talk. If I can find my cell phone.
[Good luck punching through the phone, Ranma. Seriously, good luck.]
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[Good because your god fucking sucks Aoi!]
Let me know if you do. I wanna get in a few words with that jackass myself.
[HE WILL FIND A WAY HE HAS THE POWER OF NOT-GOD BUT ANIME ON HIS SIDE]