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The re-run of some stupid robot sitcom finally ends, and the cheesy saxophone music plays over a still frame while the credits scroll rapidly across
Knock, knock. It’s… Uh, the Crusader? At my front door, with no armor or anything? At five in the morning? In the middle of the
Basically, the entire planet is currently chasing after Ohata King right now. Atlanta Nebuta may have been canceled on account of rain and gunfighting, but
“Bahahahaha!” Mighty Slammer screechingly cackles. I have her cornered, as well as Ohata King who she captured for reasons unknown. These two unrelated, but connected
The chase started a few seconds ago, but it REALLY starts the moment I collide into a food stall and get a bunch of kebabs
“Put this on. You’ll blend in better,” Kusata says. One of his men hands me a bright pink yukata and beckons for me to take
The Summer Festival is here! J-District is decked out in all sorts of colorful glee. Banners up everywhere in countless symbols I can’t possibly read.
The Crusader isn’t a lot like I thought he’d be. A balding, skinny Black man with a mustache and glasses. Without the armor, he looks
And it is indeed true, the news tells me, that Mighty Slammer has broken out of jail. Last night, deep in the dark, there was