Ah, the New World… a wonderful, glorious, dangerous world of adventure, the likes of which very few could comprehend… the ferocious half of the Grand Line, teeming with peril, ferocious beasts and warriors alike to bend the world surrounding them to their whim, and for many years, the effective playground of such Emperors liked ‘King of the Beasts’ Kaido and ‘Big Mom’ Charlotte Linlin, terrorizing the seas with impunity… only to be brought down in a spearheaded effort by Monkey D. Luffy, and indeed the alliance he led, comprising of The Ayakaza Nine, the forces under Trafalgar Law’s and Eustace Kidd’s command, and, naturally, just about every burned-out Animal Kingdom Pirate alumni to be screwed over throughout the years, having finally reached their breaking point. And with Emperor Momonosuke shutting down Admiral Ryokugyu before he could even BEGIN to take action with laying siege to Wano, the Straw Hat Pirates were finding themselves getting into quite the groove, going
The Red World Order- Chapter 1 by Ego-Man25, literature
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The Red World Order- Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Blossoming Gilded Arbor The brand new Red Pokémonic Era… was beginning to flourish in earnest, in, of all places, the region, directly due WEST of Kanto: Johto. Team Rocket’s Johto Branch, as galvanized by one talking Pokémon mascot for them, the immutable Rocket Admin Meowth, was hard at WORK, grinding their performances to such an extent as to hopefully gather the direct leadership of Giovanni Himself, something that was doubtlessly going to give the Gym Leaders OF said Johto Region a gigantic collective migraine going forward… and all the while, Ashton Redford, upon being told that other Pokémon regions existed, began formulating the kind of weird magnum opus that would make becoming a freaking Pokémon Champion but a mere stepping stone… and the fact that this was also the day he was coronated as The Eighth Nintendonian New God only added FURTHER fuel to his motivation for greatness. But, of course, like MANY worthwhile things… these plans were going to take
The Red World Order- Prologue by Ego-Man25, literature
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The Red World Order- Prologue
Prologue: Sparks Before The Storm (BGM: The Instinct (by Robin Beanland), from Killer Instinct OST) Previously, On The Rocket Wars Saga… In the very beginning, before there was time, before there was anything… there was nothing. Nothing, of course… save for the boundless anarchy that raged in the turbulent battlegrounds of Kanto, where every Gym Leader fought for himself or herself, claiming clout, every chance they could, an anarchistic hellscape where there wasn’t a single commanding force to bend them in line. And between Sabrina conquering Saffron City outright, Giovanni launching Team Rocket, and Brock… being Brock… it would take nothing short of a visionary, to ascend to the top… and that man… was Ashton “Red” Redford. Red wasn’t like most trainers, setting out to claim that sweet, glorious gold: he saw the title of Championship, naught as a salary, nor a job to fill on a resume, nor bragging rights… he saw it as the golden dream that it WAS…! And so help him god, no god
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DT Squad Interludes: Case I
Case I: Troubling A Divine Paramour (BGM: Where Evil Grows, by The Poppy Family) *Meanwhile… In Bowser’s Castle… The Koopa Kingdom…* Spite… is a Hell of a drug. Dearest of dear readers, in this grand, veritable storm of a Mushroomian Saga thus far, a grand status quo, challenged by the muscular powerhouse of a renegade known as Wario, in his Carasawayan Escapades, against the likes of Captain Syrup (and a certain… Kremling Kommanding Kommodore)... there was but one Nintendonian New God, who wasn’t like most… a proverbial black sheep amongst the flock, to jar against the likes of virtuous heroes, holding balance across the land, smiting the evil that abounded… or conquering their opposition, come what may… for this was a draconic turtle-like spiky-shelled king who thrived in his malicious malpractices. The Fifth Nintendonian New God, in other words, a veritable Koopa King, as it were, who didn’t exactly take too kindly to Wario stepping outside of his wheelhouse… and with tackling
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Wario: The Motion Master- Act 6
Act 6: The Thirst For Treasure (A/N: Heya, Ego here, bringing up the incredibly rare Author’s Notes message for a change of pace… because I’mma level with y’all: if it wasn’t obvious by now, we have diverged significantly from WarioWare: Move It’s schtick. The original game, the majority of the cast fuck off to do their own things, with maybe some intermingling here or there, and there isn’t, in fact, Dribble or Spitz driving Wario, Jimmy T. Mona or Young Cricket along with a chariot tied to the back, as insanity happens… and while, sure, in the chapter itself, you will see two antagonists taken down by the characters you’d expect from the game… this story, at this point, is largely it’s own freaky beast… and the reason I say this, is because we’re about to bring in two OC characters, two significant Toad peeps, made by my main man, Cyber, who is amazing, and I adore him, for he is epic and based. And I also say this because I feel we’ve all had enough fun to where we don’t need to
Chapter 5: The Golden Blue Blaze (BGM: The Edge Of Soul (by Khan), from Soul Edge OST) *Cooking Class, Iwao Community College, Dotonbori, Osaka, Floor F4* If you, dear readers, have been following along with this unusual epic tale of The Chefstalkers Saga, with its every twist, turn, up, down, push and pull that came with the territory, then you have most likely figured that by now, this was very quickly becoming a movement, far bigger than Asano Akihiko himself, for indeed, this was becoming a movement to drag in his trusted loyal friend Koshi Ayana, the cold as iron cutthroat chef Matsui Shino, the enigmatic Searing Soul From Seoul, Ho-Jin Choi… and rather tellingly, even his freaking mentor figure himself, Goi Harato. Truthfully, Harato’s deeply rooted envy towards Akihiko’s own father, plagued his progress for so many years, with only himself to blame for allowing this to stifle his growth, seeking glory above all else, glory for himself, the complete antithesis to everything
Chapter 4: Searing Soul From Seoul (BGM: Mangrove, by Skaven) *Cooking Class, Iwao Community College, Dotonbori, Osaka, Floor F4* Lo, dear readers, lo, for at this moment, we reach this next positively enthralling installment of The Chefstalkers Saga, where last we left off, our main protagonist, Asano Akihiko, had his early first brush with the perils his reputation would bring to him, once his true skills leaked to Osaka at large, from the encounter with one Deshimaru Utami, a seemingly bubbly, goofy, out-there heiress/entrepreneur of a lady, who upon being outed by Akihiko revealed the surprising vindictive edge, leveraging the type of opportunity that most men in Akihiko’s shoes would have killed for… but much to Goi Harato’s shock, Akihiko stalwartly rejected such advances, revealing that it was not merely his parents’ cooking skills that he inherited, but also their sheer conviction. Inspired by his pupil’s cast iron spine showcased in stark relief, turning around what by all
Chapter 3: Temptation Of The Yen Dragon ‘...WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH, DAD, HOLD ON… WHO’S SENSEI?!?’ ‘What you’re aiming for is the goal… of Culinary Nirvana.’ ‘You burn your meals so much that they EXPLODE?’ ‘See what happens when I bust my last blood vessel over having to process the gigantic uphill battle, that is having to take down a famous iron chef’s freaking sensei, IN COOKING UP ART!!!!’ ‘This hubris will be your downfall… now wake up… waaaaake up… waaaaake uuuuuup-’ *BANG BANG BANG!!!* “WAKE UP, GRASSHOPPER!!!!” “GYAHHHHHH!!!!!” Akihiko bolted straight upright, sitting on his mattress at his flat, looking around, panting heavily. “...O-Oh, right… all just a dream… and I am… here at… my own apartment.” *Junji Apartments, Northwest Dotonbori, Apartment 411, 6:12 AM, The Next Morning* And for Akihiko being in his 20’s, not normally the demographic to have worthwhile decorations lining the walls… he had this red used loveseat, three seater, red single-seat sofa, One
Chapter 2: The Katsuno Clan (BGM: Paradise ~ Deep Mountain (Stage 1)(by ZUN), from Touhou 7: Perfect Cherry Blossom OST) *Iwao Bridge, Northeast Dotonbori, Osaka, 8:47 PM* And now, dear readers, we finally begin this gripping saga of Chefstalkers in earnest, at nighttime in Dotonbori, Osaka… which, given this city was a Japanese metropolitan area, there were citizens EVERYWHERE, walking left and right, harsh glowing neon signs of Japanese Kanji, cabaret clubs were glowing anew, and oh yes, gangs were walking around, consisting of brightly-colored bikers, gentlemen adorned in black suits, drunkards staggering out of bars, weird breakdancers, and oh yes, different Yakuza members left and right, to say nothing of all the different oddballs filling out the woodworks- “YOU WON’T EVER GET A SINGLE YEN COIN OUT OF ME!!!!” And, oh yes, what would be completed, dear readers… without our main protagonist, Asano Akihiko, walking along the crowded Iwao Bridge… witnessing a bustier red-haired
(BGM: Wealth Fame Power, from One Piece Live Action OST) Culinary Nirvana. The mentality, the skill-level, the Almighty Aether, the Valhalla of every single chef, cook, sous chef, fry cook, and every BAKER in-between, of perfection, always topped, one dish after another, never surrendering, never faltering, always pushing one’s self higher and higher. It is the territory in which every single chef worth their salt aspires towards, but territory very few ever experience in their lifetimes, seated high up in the heavens, above thousands, nay, MILLIONS, desperate to take their own shot at the culinary arts. A night-unattainable goal, that nonetheless springs iron chefs, the world over, to prove their mettle, no matter the risks at hand. And this was a long, ILLUSTRIOUS history, to be certain, of the craziest bastards and bitches alike, spanning throughout centuries, nay… millennia, seeking the craziest ingredients, the craziest techniques, and the craziest mentors, that rare select