I don’t know where I am. I don’t know why we’re here. I cannot conceive of a good reason why I ended up in a, as far as I can tell, post apocalyptic techno virus city, with my brother.
But I do know that there’s a LOT of VERY inappropriately dressed young ladies with swords here and I’m DEEPLY concerned I’ll walk out of here with another nephew given Vergil’s track record with color-schemed chicks.
Still stuck, still confused. I’m not sure if Vergil is being a creep to this white haired heterochromatic girl, or if he’s being a psychopath.
Annnd that’s a building. He just Judgement Cut a skyscraper down. THAT IS A TEENAGER VERGIL. YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO HAVE A COOL TEENAGE LADY WITH DIFFERENT EYES AND COMBAY SKILLS HANG AROUND 20 YEARS AGO.
That’s it I’m throwing the sword like a Pokémon.
Dear Diary.
Do not involve teenagers in world ending events.
You will always end up with a child in unholy possession of the power of God and a chip on their shoulder. Or worse, without the chip.
Would anyone know if combat robot people like ice cream? This 6-year-old 17 year old robot clone needs a hug.















