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GACHA HELL

You arrive alone, gaining consciousness suddenly in a spartan waiting room. In your hand, a ticket, with a number slightly above the "NOW SERVING" sign above the only door, currently locked. As the number ticks up, all there is to do is read the fun and informational pamphlets explaining your situation. Congratulations - now you're a resident of Gacha City, and the only way you can get back out is going to be by rolling some ultra-rare item from the great Gacha Machine.

Welcome... to Gacha Hell.

☆ UPON ARRIVAL

When the door opens, it deposits you into a huge indoor plaza, along with a number of similarly-confused individuals. The plaza is dominated by the Gacha Machine itself (might as well give it a whirl - your free ticket has an expiration date, after all), but beyond that, it appears to be set up for... a dinner buffet?

As you emerge, a giant screen overlooking the plaza lights up, showing what appears to be a blob of slime with a cigar.

"Eesh, that's all we get? Pretty lousy for a first pull."

"Okay, folks, welcome to the game and listen up! The name's Smokey, and this is a little place I like to call Gacha Hell, and it's your beautiful new home! In case you didn't read the pamphlets, here's the basics: Ten orbs to pull three capsules from the machine, cross your fingers to get an item, ability, or memory that actually belongs to you. If you're REALLY lucky, you might even pull a piece of the Escape Key. Do quests to supplement your daily login orbs. Beyond that, just try to have some fun, eh? It's not like we put you in a murder dungeon, you have apartments and extra lives and everything."

"Speaking of quests, I've got one for you already! Things went a little haywire with the connection to Slimeworld, and we've got something of a slime infestation in the city right now. Fortunately, if you all work together, then you can surelY HAHAHAHA just kidding! Nah, your quest is to catch a slime or three, sneak up on one of your fellow rare drops and just splash that sucker right onto their head when they're least expecting it. There's up to 2 bonus Orbs in it for you."

At this point, the camera is pulled away from Smokey and on to a rather old-looking man. Liver spots, hair in ears, and all.

"Or, if you're a little more proactive, you can listen to ol' Sensei and head out in to that Slimeworld! You all may not be what we were hopin to roll, but that doesn't mean you can't impress us! Smokey, Chika - you'll meet her later, she's out fixing her hair I believe - and I would like to see exactly what you're made of, and this is an excellent opportunity.

"Now, the easiest way to do that is to mix with those locals, get a feel for everything - how they work, how they live - and then, by golly, get right in to the midst of it! But with conditions."

That sure is a twinkle in his eye. That sure is somehow forboding. Sensei's grin broadens even more as he reaches down...and pulls up a pink slime.

"This here is one of the local favorites, mainly for how cute it is! Cute'n useless. Lucky for it, I'm of a mind that even the most one-star of folks can still be useful, so you're gonna go out and impress me by using these poor unwanted fellows - 'jokes', they call 'em, can you believe it? - to clear some dungeons. Every dungeon cleared with a team of 'em gets an orb, so go out and get sliming!"

There's a pause, a loud cough from offscreen, and then a shrug from Sensei, followed by a fierce claking of heels as a woman's voice comes from just off-screen.

"Oi oi! I'm here! Gimme that! You two have no patience-"

The camera swivels sharply, focusing on a young woman - brown hair with red highlights, glinting green eyes, and a full-toothed grin that could make a shark nervous.

"Why hello Gacha City~! It's your new favorite Chika, here! Don't listen to those two, I for one am sure to be very impressed with your hard work from here on out!"

"Smokes and the old man are the ones giving you quests this time around, but don't you worry~! Once I see just how talented you all are, I'll give you something appropriate to your skill level~"

"But, if those spare orbs are burning a hole in your otherwise empty pockets, you can always pitch a few to the local Orbstarter Campaign~! Sure, you won't have them for the next pull, but I'm sure there's something that'll tickle your interest!"

The monitor returns to Smokey. "All right, that's a wrap! If you have any questions, I'll take them later. If I feel like it." Without any chance to talk back, the monitor goes blank.

☆ GACHA CENTRAL

Food from a dozen worlds and cultures is laid out in an extravagant spread for all of the newly-rolled characters to enjoy. Beverages as well - there's no concept of a drinking age in Gacha City, so booze is included and available to whoever wants it. All of it is free, as a sort of impromptu welcoming party for the newcomers.

There's nothing forcing you to stay here, though. Whenever you want, you can head out and see Gacha City itself, or find Gacha Heights to check out your new home.

Prompt 1 - Do a Pull. Each of you has a ticket for a free pull, equivalent in value to ten orbs. They expire in a few hours, so quick, line up to get your three capsules of fate. Your results are here - will you open them now, or wait until you reach your apartment? Either way, the results are bound to be worth something, right?

Prompt 2 - All You Can Eat. What better way to acquaint yourself with your stranded comrades than this? Stack your plate high, get totally wasted, and introduce yourself to a stranger. There's not enough tables for everyone to eat alone, anyway.

☆ GACHA CITY

Your situation doesn't get any less weird once you leave the building. You're armed with an Orb Card with six orbs on it, a paltry sum of Gold, and the address to your new home (the Orb Card acts as your key, too). If you want to live comfortably, you'll have to find a new job in the city to supplement your basic allowance.

To make things more complicated, just like Smokey said, there are invasive slime species clogging up the city at random. Where did all these things come from? They're delaying the subway, holding up traffic, and making a total mess of Gacha National Park. Until this is dealt with, you'll have to try to dodge your way through roving bands of out-of-control slimes if you want to get anywhere without getting doused in goo.

Prompt 3 - Late for School. For all minors, or people who look like minors, it seems like you have mandatory school attendance! It starts the day after you arrive, but there's a catch - some kind of system error seems to have set everyone's alarm clocks ahead. Almost every teen in Gacha City is looking like they're gonna be late for school on their first day! Toast encouraged but not required, hope you don't crash into anyone. It happens more often than you might think. Also, once you arrive, you might find that your class list is a little bit strange...

Prompt 4 - Slimehaver's Creed. There's a quest afoot! Stalk your new friends from the shadows. Then, when they're least expecting it, slam a big, gooey slime into their head. It doesn't hurt, but it's super gross and takes forever to wash out. Or, you can try to talk someone into taking the hit willingly, for partial credit. This'd be a good one to do some advance plotting on.

☆ EVENT WORLD

It seems like the teleport station is already powering up. Where will it take you? Step through and find out.

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Falulu has no idea what many of those words mean, so she just sits up and puts the book in her lap. "Oh....."

She thinks about this. Then she smiles. She has slime all over her face, dripping off her bangs, so she picks up the book to make sure it doesn't get dirty. That would be a terrible thing to happen to a talking book. "Thank you very much!"

The book was both remarkably outsized and strikingly heavy, but fortunately for her efforts to pick it up, it had gone completely still at her words.

"What the--?! Hey!" Zetta glared at her. "You're not supposed to be grateful! You're supposed to gnash your teeth and rue the day you ever encountered the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos! I mean..." he added, a bit more hesitantly, "I admit I didn't destroy your planet and condemn your soul to an eternity of tormented servitude, so I can't claim this is my best work -- but you got hit with a slime! It's totally disgusting!"

"Mm-hmm." Falulu nods along. This book is heavy, so she doesn't feel she can hold onto it for very long. She'd better find whoever dropped it. "Thank you for not doing any of those things, either."

Now, to get up. Falulu has to set the book down to pick herself up, but bending her knees carefully, she hoists her heavy new acquaintance up, too. "Did you fall out of somebody's house?"

She does not know many things, but she is pretty sure books don't belong in the street. School is important, and she has to get there - but so is making sure people don't get lost.

"I didn't not do them because I didn't want to!" Zetta protested, wondering why he had to get picked up by some, like, twelve-year old girl. Where were the busty vixens? "And I didn't fall! I hurled a slime at you! I'm not anyone's possession either, so don't even think of trying to return me to some arbitrary owner you just imagined in the depths of your madness!"

Falulu thinks about all this. Then, she brightens. "Got it."

And she continues, slimed state and all, down the path she'd been heading when the book had first fallen into her life. "Books nobody else owns belong in the library. Falulu will take the book to school. You can make lots of friends!"

"I'm NOT A BOOK NOBODY OWNS!" Zetta began to squirm in her arms, even as the slime surrounding her began to slowly congeal back to an actual slime monster. "I'm an OVERLORD! That also means I don't make friends, damn it! I'm a tyrant and a monster!"

"Oh..." Falulu seems more disturbed by the fact that holding onto the book just got harder than by the content of what it's saying.

Then a piece of it sinks in, and her face falls for the first time. "You don't make...friends?"

Her grip on the book wavers. This is a concept she just. Does not understand. He doesn't....he doesn't make friends? At all?

"That's right," Zetta said, settling down from his struggles as they seemed to be making process. "Demons don't do friendship or any of those 'positive' emotions. Especially not Overlords. Everyone is either our enemy or our tool, and sometimes both."

"Falulu doesn't understand." She no longer looks discouraged. Just confused.

She is also still walking towards the school, and therefore, the library. "If you've never...ever had friends..."

There is a Revelation coming. The air is rife with it.

"That's right. I'm an ideal demon and Overlord," the book boasted. "You know, except for being a book at the moment. But that's temporary!"

Falulu mulls this over. "Ideal....demon...."

And then, it comes. The Revelation.

"Then, you're just starting out! Falulu will be your first friend!"

She is so proud of herself. She has never been anyone's first friend before.

That she remembers. And she doesn't remember much. But this decision gives her such a warm, fuzzy feeling, that it has to be a good one.

"Hey! Whoa! Time-out!" Aaaand right back to struggling. "Didn't I just say demons don't DO that sort of thing? I'm an Overlord, for Magog's sake! A peerless, FRIENDLESS force of nature! All I have are enemies and minions! Not friends! No friends!"

Oh, dear, she's going to drop this book soon at this rate.....Falulu ends up zigzagging into the street in her attempt to hold onto the book.

"It's all right," she reassures him with a small, pleasant smile. "What's your name?"

She doesn't seem to mind that she's standing right where traffic would go, if any traffic felt like coming by.

Zetta rightfully assumed all traffic would stop for him, the almighty Overlord -- and also assumed his general survivability was pretty high.

"Take heed, human! You are in the presence of the almighty Overlord Zetta, the most badass freaking Overlord in the cosmos!"

Being called 'human' pretty much makes Falulu's day. She is, therefore, enthralled by this self-introduction, standing here, in the street.

"What is 'badass'?" she asks. And is promptly drowned out by a car horn.

Oh...?

"...get out of the street, kid," the book said with a weary sigh. "As for 'badass', it's a combination of being incredibly powerful, amazingly handsome, impossibly cool, and generally epic."

"You are all those things?" That is a lot of things for one book to be. Falulu pauses, now stepped back onto the curb, to try and...open the book.

She is sure it will be impressive.

"Hey! Hey! Stop opening me! I'm not opening you!" The book obstinately held itself shut, out of principle more than any other reason. "Why are you doing this!?"

GACHA CITY MINGLE - EARLY JULY

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