So I decided to write a little something about my drow cleric Thuss of house Ihlagho, that I'm currently playing in a campaign, it's focusing on some of his fears and issues since he's not ver outspoken about them in-character and well... things got a bit out of hand length-wise and ended up a bit more dramatic than I'd liked; but it works out decently for its purpose.
Note: I also decided to take a bit of liberty in describing a certain deity because I can't picture spiders with drow heads in a serious light. it just seems silly.
“Todayhas been a fairly good day”, the cleric mused as he watched the sky shift through a myriad of colours; shades of bright orange that forced him to avert his eyes to softer pinks and purples, before finally melting away into the darkness of night time. In fact, the day had been a rather uneventful one. But compared to the stresses of fighting cultists or golems or, Vhaeraun forbid, having to enter streams or bodies of completely mundane water, a day spent doing much of nothing aside from resting was a welcome break.
Sighing softly, Thuss leaned back against the wall of the airship in which he seemed to have found a at least somewhat lasting residence, letting the wind play with long strands of white hair for a few minutes as he savoured the evening air. Had it been any other day, he could, and probably would have, remained in place for hours, if not the entire night. Reverie had not been peaceful as of late and it was beginning to take its toll on him, but tonight was too important to waste on such trivial matters as further rest. The reason being clear to him as he, after a few minutes of relaxation, opened his blank white eyes to regard the night sky.
A myriad of stars were beginning to dot the blackening sky, growing in numbers by the minute, though the light they supplied wasn’t much as they stood alone against the darkness. Tonight was a new moon, the night of the hunt; and with a bit of luck it would be the first time he’d see the ritual to completion. For it had seemed that all the forces in the realms had tried to keep him from doing so the three chances he’d had since learning of how to carry it out.
The first time, he’d been surprised by a storm and left utterly miserable to huddle up inside a hollow tree like some sort of godforsaken wood elf; the storm had lasted for a grand total of two days, robbing him of any chances he might’ve had at tracking down the appropriate prey in a timely manner. The second time around, he’d sworn to do better, and so he had, why he’d even managed to track down a stag… and gotten so excited about the prospect of actually doing something right in the name of his new god that he’d completely disregarded just how idiotic it was to take down a mere animal with something as powerful as a Boneshatter spell. The effect had been… impressive, in a way, though there hadn’t been enough left of the animal to actually use.
So he’d bought a shortbow, learned to use it to a decent degree (though he still wouldn’t call himself proficient with the weapon) and sworn to himself that next time he’d do better.
… Only to then completely miscalculate how much time he and his newfound allies had spent chasing after a rather ruthless cultist inside a cave system. That he’d been frustrated upon noting his error would have been the understatement of the millennia understatement.
He let out another sigh at the recollection of his past failures, reaching for the bow to string it and prepare for the hunt. Frustration hadn’t been all he’d felt during those moments though, in fact, that was preferable to the fear he’d felt at each failure. Ten months had passed since he’d fled the underdark and arrived on the surface, not much less since he’d cried about his fears and frustration before a masked deity while deep in reverie, and soon after pledged his loyalty to the first person (if one would be so bold as to refer to a deity in such a manner) he’d ever met who’d shown him understanding and spoken to him not as a tool, servant or slave, but an individual with value. A small smile crossed his features as he let his thoughts cling to that first meeting for a few seconds, before it was replaced with a frown.
Ten months, and he’d yet to do much of anything in the name of the masked lord. Hell, he’d failed all three times he’d even attempted one of the few rituals he knew of. If he’d shown such incompetence whilst he was still in the service of Selvetarm…
A cold shiver ran down his spine and Thuss opted to bury the nails on his left hand in his palm, letting the slight pain distract him from that line of thought. He didn’t want to go there, didn’t need the reminders, not when they were already frequent enough that he’d half expected to be turned into a drider after each of his failures; despite Vhaeraun having seemed more amused than angered each time… particularly during the storm.
Scoffing at the memory, he rose from his seat with bow in hand and newfound determination in his heart. Tonight he’d hunt down one of those damned animals, tear the antlers off its head and dig out its heart; then he’d offer his praise and prayers to the masked lord as a proper cleric would! Pausing only to cast one glance back towards the door of the ship, he then leapt off the railing and began his trek into the dark woods.
Today might’ve had been fairly good, but tonight would be fantastic.
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Tonight was turning to be absolutely terrible.
The chill night air did well at keeping his built up weariness away, and for that we was grateful. But that seemed to be the only mercy to be granted to him too. Every tree and bush seemed to have some sharp branch dedicated solely to clawing after his hair or cloak… or face, damn it all. Two small cuts already marred the black skin above his left eye and his right ankle was giving him more than just a little pain after he’d fallen, fallen! Like some… some race that did such things! over a tree root that he could’ve sworn had not been there only moments before.
“Where in the nine hells am I anyway?...” That was another thing about the surface that he still hadn’t gotten used to yet. He could find his way and memorize the tunnels of a cave with ease, but in a forest each tree or clearing looked the same, and tonight the absence of a moon made it difficult to figure out how long he’d been at his task. Not that Thuss was overly worried about getting lost; Vhaeraun provided spells and abilities well suited for travelling distances both long and short, a single teleportation spell could take him back to the airship in a heartbeat if necessary.
Not that he had any thoughts of giving up, not again, his pride and devotion would not allow such a thing. Though as another branch whipped dangerously close to his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder just how far those qualities would be tested this time. “I swear these damned trees have it out for me.” Talking to himself wouldn’t help, he knew that, if anything it might be counterproductive. But he’d gotten used to having voices around him as of late, to the point where the silence became almost bothersome. “Makes sense though, I bet they’re allied to some group of tree-hugging elves, would be just my luck too if I ran into some of those now.”
Of course that wasn’t likely to happen, not a second time at least. Unlike the area where he’d met his travelling companions, this area was rather well mapped, and those maps had shown no settlements of any kind nearby. Now if he could just tone back his irritation and paranoia a little bit, perhaps he’d actually be able to focus-
The feeling of something small and systematically moving against his face where the branch had hit him cut that thought short, drawing another curse from the drow as he reached up to brush the offending item away. He had expected a leaf or something, but as he lowered his hand again, he couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of the half-crushed spider that his fingers had closed around. In its throes of death it kept flailing those thin legs about, as if trying to reach for a proper hold on him once more.
He suppressed a shudder and instead crushed the arachnid in his grasp before hastily whipping it clean against a nearby tree trunk. A little over ten months ago, he wouldn’t have minded its presence. Spiders had been part of the everyday life in the underdark. They’d been practically everywhere, both indoors and out in the streets. Back then he’d been a warrior priest in the clergy of the spider that waits, and even now he still wore a house insignia that depicted a spider masquerading as a surface flower. Though he’d never found much joy in their presence, he’d still met them with the same accepting indifference as he had so many other aspects of life. Nowadays however, he couldn’t even look at the damn things without being overcome with revulsion and paranoia. They reminded him too clearly of a life he’d been forced to flee, gods that had abandoned him when he’d most needed them and that he, in turn, had cast aside.
Even so, there was something different this time, a sort of unease that he couldn’t quite define or identify. Different from his usual paranoia… “Or maybe imagining so is just another sign of it.” He chuckled at the futility of trying to make sense of it. For a hundred and twenty-seven years he’d been taught to expect danger where there was none, and it made relaxing, even during the best of times, somewhat of a chore.
Shaking his head slightly, the cleric was just about to continue on his path when his gaze drifted towards the trunk with the smeared spider again; another arachnid had crept forth at some point and began feasting on the remains of its fallen cousin. This time there was no use suppressing the shudder, and it was with a bit more hurry to his pace than necessary that he continued on.
However long his trek continued, he had no idea. There were a few places where the tracks of the animals he sought could be spotted in the grass or dirt, but each time they would either lead to terrain that made tracking impossible or just straight up seemed to vanish into thin air. Of course such a thing was impossible, but that didn’t do much to help him in his endeavour; he was a cleric after all, not a ranger. But eventually it seemed that he might finally have been granted some amount of luck. One set of tracks, fresh and easily spotted even to an inexperienced tracker brought his hopes up as he eagerly took up the chase; a small smile growing on his face, though he still couldn’t quite seem to shake his previous unease.
The tracks eventually lead out into a small clearing, and he paused briefly to scan it for wildlife that his appearance might scare away before making his way out of the thicket of trees to continue on the trail… only for the tracks to suddenly end into nothingness once more. His eager smile was immediately replaced with a frustrated scowl, though traces of concern made themselves evident as well as he started searching for where the tracks might be continued. Something wasn’t right, sure, he was not used to neither the terrain nor the creatures of the surface, but surely he should not have lost such an obvious trail so quickly? His search, however, proved futile, for the tall grass of the clearing revealed no more tracks apart from those he added. There were no brooks or streams that an animal might’ve bounced off into and the only thing breaking up the grass in the clearing was a large tree stump with some sort of surface flowers growing around its roots. His eyes narrowed as he gave the aged stump and then the surrounding area a doubting look. Had the animal leapt onto that and somehow bounded off into the forest somehow? That didn’t seem likely, and even then he should surely have seen some signs of continued tracks…
Another chill went down his spine and he paused to consider it, there was something else added to his unease now, a familiarity of some sort, though what had triggered it he couldn’t tell. The feeling persisted though, and by now Thuss was more scanning his surroundings for threats rather than his prey. Though of course nothing showed itself; that would’ve made things easy and more bearable, now however he felt almost like he was back in the Underdark, trusting his instincts over reason just like he’d been taught by-
He blinked, tearing his eyes away from his surroundings to focus on the plants near the stump. Though half-closed for the night, he could still see the resemblance between them and the masked spider on his house insignia, a subconscious reminder that he hadn’t picked up on until now; it almost made him want to laugh that he’d be so easily spooked by nothing more than a mere reminder of his past.
He might have, too, if the feeling of familiarity hadn’t taken on an even more ominous tune. This too, was familiar.
Something was wrong, that was a thought he’d revisited several times this night but now it struck harder than ever before. The flowers were familiar, that much he could explain. What he couldn’t explain, however, was the familiarity with that realization, with that unmistakable feeling that he’d been in this very spot facing these same very emotions in the past. Contradicting that though, was the knowledge that he and his companions had arrived in the area only this morning, and that he had never, could never have, set foot in this clearing before.
“An illusion…” he wasn’t aware that he had spoken aloud, but hearing the words spoken made them at least seem real, jolting his thoughts out of trying to work out if this was reality or mere imagery and onto the task of actually finding it out. Grim determination bubbled up amongst his confusion and distress, and as he reached into a pocket for the symbol he required to cast his spells he was well on the track of picturing how he’d tear the offending caster apart.
All those feelings, however, came to a screeching halt as his hand closed not around the black leather mask he should’ve had, but around a pendant carved out of smooth cold stone. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity he couldn’t feel his heart beating at all, but then suddenly it began to make up for its error by racing uncontrollably. Thuss didn’t need to look at the pendant to know what it was, for it was just as familiar, no, even more so, as the back of his hand. Still, even with fear reclaiming a grip on him much more firmly and far colder than before, he shakily withdrew his hand and opened it. His white eyes widening in recognition he’d already anticipated but against all odds hoped to be proved wrong.
The pendant simple, carved out of pure black onyx and its only decoration being the flawless depiction of a crossed sword and mace, with a spider lying in wait over where the weapons intersected. Or at least, it had been flawless once… Now a deep crack split the spider over the middle, and several smaller fractures branched out from there; courtesy of an enraged drow who’d been lost and abandoned all remnants of his faith on his seventh day on the surface. A drow who’d taken to defacing this holy symbol of Selvetarm with nothing more than the mundane rock that he’d repeatedly smashed against the stone spider; and who’d later thrown the remnants as far into a deep cold lake as he could muster.
Yet now the pendant was back in his hand, somehow, and the spider seemed to glare up at him menacingly even though it wasn’t real, couldn’t be real, and yet-
A movement registered in the edge of his range of vision and the cleric tentatively raised his gaze from the pendant, only to see a black, fist-sized spider crawl up onto the tree stump and stop there as if content with its new perch, but even if he hadn’t been blessed with his superior darkvision, Thuss would still have known that the spider’s placement was no mere coincidence. It was watching him with as much intent and focus as its multiple eyes could allow. For a second, the drow and spider merely stared at one another in silence. Then the flowers beneath the stump began to move, revealing legs that hadn’t been there before as they stirred from their hiding spot, all whilst the black spider remained in place.
Thuss on the other hand, turned and began to run.
The roots underfoot were as treacherous and the branches as sharp as before, if not more so. But now he didn’t pay either any heed, even if the former sent painfully careening to the forest floor and the latter added one stinging cut after another to his ebony skin. There was no time for curses, not that he would’ve been able to think of any anyway with how all his mind was screaming at him was to flee as fast as possible. The forest that had been almost eerily quiet before seemed to now be coming to life, with the rustling of thousands of hidden eight-legged creatures coming to join the hunt. They were crawling on the ground, on tree trunks and branches and hanging from the canopy like the worst kind of fruits imaginable. And though Thuss hardly took any time for observing his surroundings, he could see the leaves of each spider-decorated tree grow thinner, the green seemingly being sapped from them to the point where they’d resemble spiderweb replicas of their true selves. At first he’d been able to keep ahead of the corruption, but now it seemed to be everywhere. He didn’t know what it all meant, honestly didn’t want to know either, no matter what, he was sure that the answer would bring him even more despair than what was currently filling his heart alongside bone-chilling fear.
He had to get away, had to get back to the others, there was safety in numbers after all, right? Yet he couldn’t find any sort of comfort in the thought of his companions; for he couldn’t imagine that he would get a chance to see them again. Earlier, the forest had made him lost, and now he was running in a blind panic until his lungs hurt from the strain he put on them and then pushing himself beyond that. To stop was to die, that much he was convinced of, his only chance was that he’d somehow make it out of this wretched place before he tripped up too badly, or grew too tired, or-
Then, suddenly, the diseased trees disappeared from around him as he reached the end of a tree line he hadn’t even noticed. Suddenly the air around him was free from webbed trees and spiders as he stumbled out into tall soft grass, and almost tripped over the tree stump he’d left behind at the start of his escape.
“What?...” His voice was a trembling, barely above a whisper as he stumbled back a few steps, steadying himself as he got a proper look at his surroundings. Sickened trees lined the clearing now, the flower-spiders were gone, probably having taken up the hunt for him amongst their brethren, but what truly made his heart sink with renewed terror was the sight of that one black spider still sitting on the tree stump, still staring intently at the exhausted cleric who responded to its presence by reflexively backing away.
Then the ground crumbled beneath one of his legs, sending him crumbling down with a scream of chock and fear. For a split second of merciful distraction, he assumed that he must’ve stepped into one of those long eared animal’s holes, but his trapped leg found no support, no walls or bottom to the space beneath the surface of the ground. This was no animal’s nest, he realized in something almost akin to defeat, and his first attempt at pulling himself free only served to shred what thin disguise of surface there was as the ground gave away again, sending him screaming into a pitch black abyss.
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The only sound he could hear was that of his own breathing, shallow and ragged from the stress his lungs had been put through earlier. Still though, the sound was a curse and a reassurance as it confirmed one thing; he’d survived the fall, somehow. That in itself was a surprise, for his rapid descent had seemed to gone on for ages. The feather falling effect of his house insignia had failed him and without his holy symbol there had been no possibility of casting a spell to potentially save himself. He could vaguely remember the feeling of falling through several spider webs on the way down, the sticky webbing still clinging to him in several places, but they had all been of the flimsy variety and couldn’t possibly have served to break his fall.
How then, was he alive?
“Maybe if you’d actually open your eyes, you could start working on figuring that out.” A sarcastic voice in his mind chided, perfectly identical to the tone he’d use whenever his comrades did something he deemed foolish… which was often. Funny, he couldn’t remember closing his eyes, but that was understandable he supposed, and easily enough remedied. And after taking a few deep breaths to brace himself against the inevitable pain, the cleric slowly pushed himself to a kneeling position, opening his eyes as he went, though he was more so focused on the expected crunching of broken bones and flaring pain of pierced or crushed organs.
Neither of those things came to him though. Though the seconds ticked by, no injuries made themselves known to the drow, in fact, he felt perfectly fine, with the only exception being the exhaustion from before. “That’s… this can’t be right” he couldn’t help but protest this revelation. It wasn’t that he wanted to be hurt or anything, but to be uninjured after such a fall was downright impossible.
A sound caught his attention then, a sort of rhythmic tapping sound, along with light scraping and that of small objects shifting against one another. Whatever its origin, it very effectively pulled him out of his musings and made him raise his gaze towards his surroundings.
The sight that greeted him made his blood run cold. The cave that Thuss now found himself in was massive, such that he couldn’t see the far edges, and he didn’t think it caused by the range of his darkvision. What he could see, however, was bones of all shapes and sizes littering the cave floor, some of them impaled upon the vicious-looking stalagmites that rose like fangs from the ground; and all of it covered in spider webs, which in turn housed thousands of arachnids of varying size. All of this registered at the outline of his vision though, for the cleric found himself unable to tear his eyes from the driders that were observing him with equal parts hatred and jealousy.
He’d seen such creatures before, and heard stories of them even more often. Always as a warning example about what might happen to those that erred in their service to the spider queen. But never before had he seen the cursed beings in such numbers as now. They were clinging to stalagmites, coming out of hiding from web-covered hideouts, many simply wandering into his range of vision from the darkness outside. All of them were glaring at him with the outmost contempt and longing, hating him for not having shared their misshapen fate; some snarled at him, others cried out with words that seemed half-forgotten or no longer possible for the driders to pronounce. A few of them started moving towards him.
A sudden wave of dread overcame him then, almost to the point of making him nauseous. It was understandable, of course. The driders would tear him apart in the most savage way and he had no means whatsoever to defend himself, not against these numbers. It was hopelessness beyond despair, though he still found himself reaching for his shortsword, only to find the scabbard empty.
He almost laughed then, at the futility of it all, though the sound that escaped him was something more akin to a strangled sob. He had no spells at his disposal, no weapons, and he was about to be torn apart by these wretched creatures, truly he’d never felt more vulnerable or alone in his entire life. Closing his eyes, all he could think of to do was brace himself against the inevitable and pray to the masked lord that it would be over with quickly.
“Do you really think that bastard can help you now...?”
Time seemed to stop for a few horrible seconds as the words, no, the voice, registered; and the nausea from before returned in full force. He knew that voice, there had been times in the past when he’d heard it clearly, though then it had always screamed for the death and destruction of all things.
Thuss knew he didn’t want to look, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. The same feeling of familiarity from before was back, and now it seemed to pull his eyes open, as if he was nothing more than a puppet following a script. The driders were still there, he realized, though their approach had stopped after a few steps; now they seemed frozen, a few backing away, and all of them staring in open fear at something behind the cleric.
There was nothing more he wanted than to look, already knowing what he’d find, who he’d find. Yet, he couldn’t help but turn around to face the being whose presence was quickly becoming overwhelming.
It, no, he, was a drider, but so very different from the others that the word could only be applied in the loosest of sense. Indeed, the being’s lower body tapered off into that of a spider, like some sort of wicked parody of a centaur. Its carapace was pitch black and the legs sported wicked claws that could, and probably would, easily tear him apart at a moment’s notice. But it was the form above the spider’s body that set this one apart from the others. This one wasn’t distorted or misshapen, instead sporting a well muscled torso and ebony face framed by a mane of stark white unkempt hair. Like the trembling cleric, the being’s eyes were as white as its hair, but that’s where the similarities ended; for while the former was staring at this godform in absolute terror, the latter regarded his prey with barely withheld fury.
“-And did you really think you could escape?”
The cleric shuddered at the voice that somehow seemed like a hiss and a roar at the same time, spoken with intense hatred and wicked joy alike. The deity however, did not seem to actually want an answer, for before Thuss could even think to respond, the other lashed out with a clawed hand, grasping his throat in a vice-like grip and lifting the drow high above the ground before slamming him against a nearby stalagmite. Now deeming his capture at even enough eye-level the deity stepped closer, leaning in to let his gaze burn into the terrified cleric’s.
“She wants you dead, you know.” The voice came again, uttered from a mouth filled with wicked fangs that simply did not belong in the face of a drow. “And so do I.” The latter part went unsaid, but it was no less clear to the captured cleric who’d begun to struggle weakly against the hold on his neck. Of course, matched against a deity his struggles amounted to nothing but putting a wicked spark in the eyes of the godform.
A soft scraping sounded again, though by now the cleric’s attention was too focused on his struggles and the immediate view of the spider deity. Anything beyond those horrible eyes and the fanged grin that was spreading across the other’s face was secondary priority at best. Or at least it was, until the deity stepped back a little bit, allowing the cleric a good view of the weapon that his previously unoccupied hand was now lifting high into the air.
“Venommace” The name rang through Thuss’s mind. He’d learned about it at some point during his prior clerical training- though that was about as far as his thoughts got before the mace was brought down upon him, crashing into his right arm and crushing it against the stalagmite with a sickening crack. The spikes of the weapon embedded deeply into the stone, though the deity seemed to pay this little mind as he effortlessly pulled it free again; sending the tattered and severed remains of the drow’s arm to the cavern floor.
The cleric stared almost dumbfounded at the torn stump that remained of the arm, sinevs and torn mucles hanging freely into the dusty air, yet the pain didn’t register. He supposed on some level that it was chock causing it, but couldn’t figure out if that was a blessing or a curse. Almost as if to try and determine if this was actually happening, Thuss tried to reach for his bleeding appendage with his one remaining hand.
Reality, however, came crashing down again alongside the mace as it pinned his left arm to the stalagmite in a similar fashion to the first. The blow hadn’t been so clean this time though, but the effect it had on the drow was more notable. This time he snapped out of his chocked state, his white eyes widened at the sound of the deity once more dislodging the weapon only to bring it upon him again in a more hurried fashion; this third blow tearing both the remaining arm and a strangled scream from the pinned drow.
The deity’s grin grew ever wider, seemingly savouring the other’s anguish along with the sight of spilled blood. Never having been one known for self restraint, the deity sent the mace down again on his victim, drawing more sounds of bones breaking as the weapon collided with one of the cleric’s knees. This time, however, simply severing a limb wouldn’t do, drawn out and systematic torture wasn’t his way. Unlike his grandmother, Selvetarm had never had the patience for it, at least not for as far as his twisted memory could reach.
The next blow came down upon Thuss’s chest, utterly crushing the ribcage and many of not all organs beneath, the mace was then pulled upwards instead of simply out, its spikes leaving deep gashes across his neck and face. He tried to scream again then, once more unable to feel the pain, but the horror of the mutilation and swift approach of inevitable death drove all reason from the drow’s mind. But all he could manage was to send a stream of blood and bits of flesh from his mouth, as his lungs were not only non-functioning, but smashed beyond repair.
Perhaps the only mercy then was the knowledge that then surely his heart must be in pieces too, and that he’d only have seconds at most left to endure of this horrible nightmare. In fact, he couldn’t tell that or the blood pooling down into his eyes were the reason for his vision to blur and turn red, though not to the point where he couldn’t see the deity raising the mace again while looking straight into his eyes. Neither was he spared the sight of the mace’s descent or the sickening crack of its impact against his skull.
After that though, everything finally went blissfully dark.
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A heartbeat or an eternity later, his eyes sprang wide open. Though a flash of something impossibly bright forced Thuss to shut them tightly again with a pained cry, whilst raising an arm to shield himself against the onslaught. Slowly and painfully did his vision return, although purple spots still danced in front of his eyes and obscured the limited sight of his ebon-skinned hand.
“Wait… hand?” Blinking away at least some of the obscuring spots, the drow stared in utter bafflement for several seconds at the limb that was once again attacked to his body. Then the sensation of wooden planks beneath his other hand, one that he’d subconsciously been using to lean against in his sitting position, finally registered and he spared a glance down at that too. Finally the facts started to add up in his mind. The fact that he still had all his limbs intact, that he was breathing freely, and that it was the rising sun and not the cruel eyes of a deity that was glaring at him. Beyond this he also took note of the wooden planks beneath him and against his back, along with the unstrung bow lying beside him.
Last came the memories and knowledge that he’d suffered this exact same nightmare every other day for at least two fortnights now.
Letting himself fall back against the wall, Thuss couldn’t tell if he should laugh and cry, though the latter seemed infinitely more tempting. Somehow, he’d slipped off into reverie without even noticing, only to both suffer a reoccurring hell and fail his duties in one fell swoop. The last part sent a cold chill down his spine and without even thinking, he reached into his pocket, much like he had in the dream. This time, however, his fingers didn’t close around a marred onyx pendant, but against the comforting texture of leather, and with one swift motion, the black mask was staring up at the cleric with empty eyes. Odd as it might seem, the drow still found relief in this, for the holy symbol radiated no displeasure or anger, so very much unlike the one in his dream had.
The feeling of something moving down his face did almost send him into a panic again, though this time when he reached to brush it away, his hand didn’t come away wet with spider guts, but rather with tears. If they were due to fear, relief or caused by the sunlight, Thuss couldn’t tell, though he liked to believe it was due to the last option, even if the sun surely shouldn’t be drawing as many more as followed, as well as the muffled sniffles as the drow curled up against the wall.
He remained like this for several minutes, silently weeping for his fears and exhaustion, for he felt as he’d truly spent the night running, instead of resting from dusk to dawn. And even though he continuously chided himself for acting so weak and… un-drow-like, going against everything he’d been taught of how to handle emotions; it wasn’t until the sound of approaching footsteps reached him that he finally managed to force his tears to cease. And as the door to the deck swung open, the drow hurriedly wiped away any remnants.
The pair that stepped out of the ship was an odd one, a far too chipper who went by the name of Dolgrim, and Lariam, an elven wizard who seemed as though he could fall asleep where he stood. Both dressed in some odd sort of clothing that the dwarf had picked up shortly after Thuss had joined and that the drow completely failed to appreciate or find any sort of sensibility in. He did however know that he did not desire the company of either individual right now, no matter what the annoying little voice at the back of his mind had to say about it.
Of course, as with Thuss’s usual luck, his wish was not one to be granted so easily; which became apparent when Dolgrim finally took note of his presence. “Aye lad, didn’t see you there. Admiring the sunrise, are we?” In all honesty, Thuss couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, and he also didn’t have enough energy to try and figure it out with. So his response came in the form of an uncertain look followed by a shrug. “Hardly… I simply haven’t had the time to retire yet; what with the hunt and all, remember?” Thuss could see from the small frown on the dwarven cleric’s face that yes, he did indeed remember about the ritual that the drow had told he would be performing for that dark masked lord; a religious choice that Dolgrim couldn’t quite agree with, but had come to accept as long as no openly evil deeds were performed. It was a sort of unspoken agreement between the clerics of Truesilver and Vhaeraun, and it had worked well enough so far.
The dwarf nodded slowly, as a more open means of acknowledgement, and added, for the sake of politeness. “And did ye have any good hunting luck?” though the souring look on the drow’s face told him that the answer was a negative one. “Well, you’ll get ‘em next time, lad.” Thuss on the other hand, chose to remain nonverbal and simply nodded, unable to help a small shudder at the thought of who’d ended up being the hunted one this night.
The drow’s white eyes drifted to the elven wizard who’d remained quiet up until now, though Thuss could see a sort of questioning look in those bright blue eyes. He cursed mentally, hoping that the perceptive elf hadn’t spotted any signs of his earlier weakness, or that he hadn’t been able to mask his emotions just now as well as he’d hoped; but before Lari could open his mouth to speak any unwanted questions, the drow intercepted by making a show of stretching and yawning as if exhausted… which he damn well didn’t need to fake. “Well, I won’t be getting in the way of your little morning routine, in any case…” He began pushing his way past the duo, pausing only to the elf a half-hearted grin. “Rather, I will be heading to bed.”
His mood lightened a bit at seeing how the wizard’s thoughtful expression turned into something more akin to a pout. Thuss might now be free of the spider gods and the forced animosity towards surface elves, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy messing with his fair-skinned brethren on occasion. Besides, Lari would probably find the means to return the favour somehow anyway.
No others of his companions seemed to be awake as of yet, a fact that Thuss was immensely grateful for as he made his way back to his quarters. Once inside, he made it a point to pull the black, sun-blocking curtains shut and to lock the door as per his usual paranoid habit. Finally feeling secure enough in his isolation, the let the mask of alertness and general discontent fall from his exhausted features and he let his shoulders slump as a deep sigh escaped him. “Now what?” He honestly wasn’t sure of what to do next, over all else Thuss knew that he required rest, least he lose focus next time something ridiculously dangerous attacked the group, and it damn well would, it was an inescapable constant it seemed. But he also couldn’t shake the feeling of dread at the thought of sleeping, not wanting to risk another go at the nightmare that had become almost a constant by now.
He spent a good ten minutes or so in contemplation of this, torn between his choices, before he finally stumbled over to the bed and practically collapsed onto it; what little energy he still possessed quickly fleeing him. This time, however, before allowing himself to drift off into reverie, the the drow clumsily pulled the mask of his deity up to his face and tied it in place; all the while quietly praying, nay, begging the masked lord for a dreamless rest. It was ridiculous, of course, to ask a god for something so trivial, especially after having failed a ritual for the fourth time around. But at this point, Thuss was well beyond reasonable thinking.
And whether it was due to Vhaeraun’s mercy or his own complete exhaustion, the cleric soon found himself drifting off into a proper rest, distinctly lacking in spiders or any who would claim rule over them.
Though he had no doubt that they would return later on.
Makai Kingdom Re-release Bonus Storyline: Papa is The Strongest Overlord - TRANSLATED
Well here we go, all the parts have been edited and posted, so I figured I’d make a masterpost for easy navigation to the various chapters. Thanks for your interest, everyone, and I hope you will enjoy reading this storyline that never made it out of Japan!
CREDITS:
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
Editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you’d-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays more active on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing! Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software!
aka the I’M NOT OKAY GIVEAWAY in which one of you lucky bastards is gonna get a survival pack for when the end comes
what you get:
(2) homestuck t-shirts, from whatpumpkin or topatco
(1) homestuck hoodie from whatpumpkin
(1) drawing of your homestuck OTP by indigonite
(3) albums from the homestuck bandcamp
(1) sbahj magnet pack OR a captchalogue board
assorted brazilian candy
(1) vial of my homestuck-loving tears
if you are following me you also get:
(1) large pizza. i will order you a pizza.
(1) homestuck official poster
50 dollars worth of merchandise from ANOTHER FANDOM (cause we’ve gotta move on, kids)
rules motherfricker:
it ends when homestuck ends. the last upd8. the final animation.
likes count, reblog as much as you want, i don’t care
giveaway blogs count too i don’t care
i will ship anywhere in the world i don’t care
you have to have your ask box open so i can get your shipping info. if you don’t reply in three days i will pick someone else. sorry!
you can choose the t-shirt prints, pizza flavor, etc
also, hussie said new homestuck stuff is going to be added soon, so i might throw in a few more items later. don’t worry, you will get the updated bonanza bundle no matter which version you reblogged
if someone calls you a slut, break their fucking neck without even hesitating or saying a single word and as they lay there on the ground dead, lean down close to their corpse and whisper
First, sorry if this post is in bad quality because I’m on mobile right now. (Please forgive me for any spelling errors or shitty quality photos)
This giveaway will end at 9:00 pm CHRISTMAS EVE and winners will have until Midnight on New Years to respond! I live in Toronto Ontario so you can figure out the timezone there.
I will ship anywhere, and the winners will be chosen by a random generator. I will also make a post announcing the winners.
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- One consort OR scalemate plush of your choice
- One backpack of your choice
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- No giveaway blogs (and I will check).
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Makai Kingdom Re-release Bonus Storyline: Papa is The Strongest Overlord - TRANSLATED
Well here we go, all the parts have been edited and posted, so I figured I'd make a masterpost for easy navigation to the various chapters. Thanks for your interest, everyone, and I hope you will enjoy reading this storyline that never made it out of Japan!
CREDITS:
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
Editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you'd-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays more active on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing! Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software!
Okay everyone, you know how the Makai Kingdom re-release for the PSP in Japan had an alternative storyline tagged on as a bonus? Well, sadly that version of the game never made it out of Japan and overseas (or at least it hasn't as of the moment of me writing this). So unfortunately we haven't been able to truly enjoy the storyline where Petta first starred in all its langage-comprehensive glory.
So to remedy this, a couple of friends and me decided that no, this will not do. Or well, at least I kinda did. My friends have never actually played the game and have a bit limited knowledge on the game mechanics and whatnot. But they are awesome people who study and speak Japanese much better than I could ever hope to, so they helped out anyway with translating it.
You should totally love on them for it later, or now. Eventually at least.
Anyhow, the way this is gonna be done is that I will attempt to write down the general events and add those at appropriate times to the scripts provided by my buddies, As well as add a script-only version after that for the convenience of anyone who happens to be viewing the videos.
Yes, there are videos of this storyline available, not courtesy of me, but still. If you look around a bit for videos titled with "Phantom kingdom", Makai Kingdom's Japanese name. And the added on storyline title of "Papa is the strongest Overlord" you'll probably find them.
I'll be making separate posts for each chapter 'cause otherwise things would get messy, and when it's all done I'll add a masterpost linking to the various parts for easy findings. And yes, this little mass of text will be on every post, what you are probably looking for will be down there underneath the cut.
Enjoy.~
Well, first of all. Credit goes where credit's due.
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
And me, editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you'd-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays I tend to reside more on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/ in case you wish to reach me.
Oh, and we own nothing. Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software.
NOW however you are free to enjoy the real stuff. c:
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(Editor’s note, this last chapter was translated by Sneeki/Hirakegoma instead of Swizz, who handled the earlier chapters and the prologue. So there might be some minor differences. Still, it’s all very well done and we hope you will enjoy the end of this storyline. C: )
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Final Chapter
The Battling Overlords and the Conclusion of it All
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The chapter begins with Salome waking up from her impromptu little nap. Petta is at this point no longer to be seen, so presumably the little one went on to tend to her own devices, which we will see in a little bit. But for now, Salome is the one in the spotlinght.
SALOME: Oh dear, I can't believe I've been asleep in a place like this...
SALOME: I must still be exhausted. It feels as though I've just awoken from a terrible,
terrible dream...
SALOME: Oh, well. ...In any case, I had better rest for a while.
As Salome begins walking to be on her way to a good place for resting up in, she quickly comes across Trenia, who at this point is apparently done with just idly walking by in the background and waves Salome over for a small chat. However, we don’t get to see or hear any of their conversation, because Zetta demands that the spotlight is switched over to him instead.
So we are treated to a scene change, over to our literary protagonist who is standing in some random location, possibly one of those battle maps that the videos exclude.
ZETTA: HAHAHAHAHAH! Finally, I have reached the Overlord's Castle! Hey Alex!
Why don't you tell me about what you've been doing these past thousand years! About how you became the Most badass Overlord! Let's hear it!! Let's hear everything, everything, EVERYTHING!!!
ZETTA: In the mean time, you'd better prepare yourself! HAHAHAHAH!
However, Zetta’s little tirade is interrupted by a loud noise, not entirely unlike the one from earlier that indicated fierce battles occurring. But since Zetta isn’t fighting right now, surely that can’t be the case…
ZETTA: Hn? What the hell was that? Sounds like a quite a commotion in the castle...
Did something happen?
To shed some light on this, the scene switches over to the inside of the Badass Overlord’s castle, a rather ornate map if I may say so. And of course Alex is there, waiting for Zetta to show up. But the visitor that does show up isn’t the one he’d have expected. No, rather than Zetta, it is Pram who approaches Alex, a fact that he doesn’t seem all too happy with.
PRAM: Good day, Alex.
ALEX: Tch. Pram...
PRAM: ...Quite the style of living, isn't it. Not exactly what you expected after becoming the most Badass Overlord?
ALEX: What the hell do you want?
PRAM: Can't you be a little more subtle? You're sad, aren't you? Just like me.
ALEX: ...out with it.
PRAM: Today I will rid the MakaiKingdom of its disgrace!
ALEX: Hmph. What an obstinate woman. I've already got the upperhand, but you still wanna go at it?
PRAM: Oh, my. Is the mighty Badass Overlord too afraid to fight?
ALEX: ...what was that?
PRAM: You can't hide your weakness anymore.
ALEX: Weakness? I don't have anything like that!
PRAM: You will see when we do battle. Now, prepare yourself. I will rend you limb from limb.
ALEX: ...tch!
However, before the two of them has the chance to clash, Petta teleports in, much to their surprise. And the little one proceeds to approach Pram to confront her in Alex’s stead. Pram is, of course, not very impressed by this development.
ALEX: Petta...!!
PRAM: What are you doing, little girl?
PETTA: Overlord Pram, I will be your opponent.
PRAM: Ha. You must be joking. A runt like you wants to elbow her way into a fight between Overlords? Stand aside!
PETTA: No, I will not!
PRAM: Insolent girl...You do know that I'll kill you?
PETTA: ...My magic has just been restored, so you don't have to go easy on me.
PRAM: ...What?
PETTA: If you don't take this seriously.../you're/ the one who will die.
PRAM: What did you say!? You little brat, how dare you screw around with me!
The two of them clash in a violent and rather flashy display of mana power. And surprisingly (or at least to Pram), Petta appears to have the upper hand, despite her young age. But then again, Pram if anyone should know not to underestimate someone judging on their age, so she really only have herself to blame.
PRAM: khh--! I can't possibly loose to such a, such a......
But to further Pram’s surprise, it turnes out that Petta hasn’t even been going all out. A fact that soon changes as the little demoness decides to up the ante (and amount of shiny effects used).
PRAM: Wh-! Th-This power is....Zetta's!?
PRAM: N-No. I-it's not!? It's out of control! At this rate, I'll...!!
And thus, with a bright flash and a scream from the oracle, Pram is no more (present? She might just have been killed but I’m not sure). In any case, Petta and Alex are now left in peace, with Alex expressing some concerns over what just went down.
PETTA: You underestimated me, Ms. Pram. I forgot to mention it, but I too am an Overlord...
PETTA: In the future, I will be known as Overlord Petta.
ALEX: You okay, Petta?!
PETTA: Yes, I am unhurt.
ALEX: Gotcha. But man you kicked that Pram's ass like it was nothing... Wouldn't expect anything less of Zetta's kid.
PETTA: .......
Unexpectedly, Petta responds to this by once again allowing her mana to flare up as a sign of readiness to battle. Although this time, her target is none other than Alex; much to his surprise.
ALEX: H- hey, Petta, what's wrong?!
PETTA: Overlord Alex. You are an hindrance to Overlord Zetta.
ALEX: ...huh? What're you talking about?
PETTA: As his daughter, I will remove all obstacles in his way.
PETTA: Prepare yourself!
With that as her only warning, Petta suddenly lunges forward at Alex, quite clear in that her threats just now were no idle matters. However, Alex is able to dodge out of the way before the attack hits and, rather than fight Petta, attempts to put some distance between the two of them.
ALEX: ...Wha-!!
ALEX: Ghh, knock it off, Petta. What the hell are you tryin' to do?!
PETTA: For father to vanish would mean for me to vanish. I have come from the future in order to prevent this from happening.
ALEX: I know that!! But you're my subordinate! So why would you...
PETTA: Father told me about how you tried 20846 times to have him assassinated, about how you started 6413 wars against him!
ALEX: Huh? Twenty-thousand eight-hundred...??
PETTA: 20846!
ALEX: Gah! that's way too fuckin' precise!
PETTA: And it is /because/ of those countless battles you instigated that you must vanish from existence!
ALEX: ...!
PETTA: Now that the greater portion of my powers have returned...
PETTA: Overlord Alex, for the future of myself and of my father, I will destroy you!
Petta launches into another series of attacks, and yet Alex dodges each and every one of them. However, despite the seriousness of the situation, he makes no attempts whatsoever at actually fighting back, a fact that even Petta deems shocking. Does he simply not wish to fight his rival’s daughter, or could Alex have some other reason for avoiding wasting his time and mana on combating Petta?
PETTA: Overlord Alex! Why won't you attack? Could it be that you, too, are underestimating a little girl like me?
ALEX: Huh, not a chance!
PETTA: Then please fight me seriously! I have no intention of claiming victory against an opponent who goes easy on me.
ALEX: Cut it out already, Petta.
ALEX: No matter how much you try to attack me, I'm not gonna.....
PETTA: ...Then I suppose I have no choice.
PETTA: I will kill you here!
ALEX: P-Petta...!
PETTA: I hope you regret making such a foolish decision!
However, when Petta leaps in to attempt to land a killing blow, the screen momentarily flashes to white due to the (late) arrival of none other but the guest of honour; our protagonist, Zetta.
Zetta: ENOUGH!! Hold it right there!
When the light clears and the screen returns to normal, it is revealed that Zetta has not only made his entrance, but also managed to get between the two would-be combatants in time to effectively (text-)wall Petta’s attack and knock her back a bit.
PETTA: Father...!
ALEX: Zetta, huh...!
ZETTA: Petta, this is not a chapter for children to appear in.
PETTA: F-Father...why? I-I just...I just wanted to.....
ZETTA: No matter what reason you may have, I will not allow anyone to interrupt OUR battle! (Editor’s note: HELL YEAH!)
PETTA: ...B-But, if you lose, not only will you vanish from existence, but so will I...!
ZETTA: Do not fret. I will not be defeated!
ZETTA: I am Overlord Zetta! The most badass Overlord in the universe!
ZETTA: Now then, Alex! COME AT ME (BRO)!
ALEX: Heh! You sure said it. But you got one thing wrong.
ALEX: /I'm/ the most badasst Overlord in the universe!!
ALEX: You're the one who oughta come at ME, Zetta!
Yep, now that his true rival and opponent has finally shown up, Alex no longer has any reason to hold back. And so the two Overlords finally clash for the title of “The Most Bdass Overlord in the Entire Cosmos”! Truly a sight to behold!
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…Or that’s what I assume at least. I’m actually fairly certain that this is an actual in-game battle map and as such, the videos that we were using for translating from didn’t include it. But let’s face it, this is two Overlords facing off, it must have been epic.
… albeit perhaps not quite as much so as it could have been, for as the next scene comes into view, Alex and Zetta both appear to be a bit worse for wear; though Alex is by far the one worst off, as he is grievously injured while Zetta only appears to be a bit winded. A fact that is quite odd, given Alex’s new title, and enough so that even Zetta is left both confused and infuriated.
ZETTA: Hey, Alex. What is this meaning of this?
ALEX: The..meaning of what.
ZETTA: ...Don't play dumb! You've never looked this pathetic in the past!
ALEX: ........
ZETTA: Hearing that you had become the most badass Overlord, I had such high hopes...
ZETTA: So why the HELL is your magic so pitifully weak!?
SALOME: Zetta, it's useless to ask Alex. He has no intention of telling you.
In a twist of events, Salome suddenly teleports in to save the day, or at least explain a few things before it is over; talk about good timing!
ZETTA: Salome?
SALOME: I will tell you instead.
SALOME: Alex used the entirety of his magic over the course of this long war. But by the time he become the ruling Overlord, his body had reached its limits. Isn't that right, Alex?
ALEX: ...Who'd you hear that from?
SALOME: Trenia.
ALEX: Tch, that bitch...she didn't have to go and.....
ZETTA: ...I see. But you got what you deserved, didn't you!
SALOME: No, Zetta. There is a reason Alex continued to fight for so long.
ZETTA: A reason...?
SALOME: When you began to disappear, and I was healing you...it was thanks to Alex that we had no need to fear an attack from anyone.
ZETTA: Wh- what!?
ZETTA: Wh-- why did Alex think he needed to protect me!?
SALOME: It's very simple, Zetta. Alex would not allow anyone else to defeat you while you were so weak.
ZETTA: ..........
SALOME: That's not all.
SALOME: When you disappeared, the balance of power in the MakaiKingdom crumbled at once.
SALOME: And that is precicely why, in order to restore balance, he began to fight...
SALOME: ...and eventually became the strongest overlord.
SALOME: But only once his body had reached its limits did he realize this.
ZETTA: Y-You expect me to believe such a ridiculous story!?
SALOME: But it's the truth, Zetta.
Quite a lot to take in, no? Not only had Alex been trying to keep the universe running smoothly and prevent endless infighting, but he also went out of his way to keep Zetta and Salome safe to the point where the strain has become such that despite his flashy title, he hardly even had the strength to put up a real fight anymore. Which was why he had to avoid fighting Petta and try to preserve what little power he had for his duel with Zetta.
In fact, even Zetta doesn’t seem entirely sure what to think of it all as he turns his attention from Salome and back to Alex.
ALEX: What, don't look at me like that.
ALEX: B-Besides, it's not like I wanted you to owe me or anything...
ZETTA: But, you...even if I hadn't known the reason, I still...(Translator’s note: owe you? was saved by you?)
ALEX: Shut up. Just so you know, this battle's a draw.
ZETTA: .........
ALEX: I don't wanna admit it, but like she said...I wasn't really at the top of my
game, either.
ALEX: Even if you beat me...you...
However, what he would have said next is lost as exhaustion and injuries, presumably both from a millennia of fighting and the previous duel, sends Alex into a painful coughing fit. Which actually manages to evoke concern from the source least expected (?).
ZETTA: Alex...keep it together!
ALEX: [gasping for air] H-hey, Zetta...let's continue this in the next life.
ZETTA: Alex...!
ALEX: I'll be waiting for you…
ALEX: Heheh...
And with those as his last words, Alex finally succumbs to his wounds as well as fatigue and collapses onto the floor, where he immediately starts to fade away.
Salome: ...We must not let him die. For your sake, too, Zetta
Thankfully (and just a tiny bit anticlimactically) Salome is quick enough to cast a powerful healing spell on Alex, pulling him from the brink of death and back to a more solid state of existence.
SALOME: With my current magic, this is all I can do. But...it should be enough.
ZETTA: ...Well done, Salome.
SALOME: It will take time for him to heal, so we must be patient.
SALOME: Although, it will be difficult if the enemy attacks us in this condition...
Since Alex is now back to a somewhat stable condition (albeit still unconscious), Zetta appears to have gotten back into his usual high spirits. So this doesn’t seem to concern him much.
ZETTA: Hmph! What nonsense. The outskirts of the MakaiKingdom were once under MY jurisdiction! I will allow nothing of the sort!
At this point Petta seems to be done with standing back and letting the adults take the spotlight in what is supposed to be her storyline. So she hesitantly approaches Zetta… much to Salome’s apparent shock and despair.
And with that, Salome teleports out in a puff of glowy feathers, leaving Zetta and Petta alone to talk things over as father and daughter.
ZETTA: Petta! It would seem that you are indeed my child. However...
ZETTA: In that case, who on earth is the mother? (Editor’s note: GOOD QUESTION!)
PETTA: If that's what you want to know, then..
However, rather than answering him directly, Petta instead casts a healing spell of some sort on Zetta, which allows him to take on something of a ghostly image of his true form for a short while; although he does eventually fade back into his book form.
ZETTA: !?! Th, this power...! In merely an instant, I have regained my former body...
PETTA: It is [one of] mother's abilities. Do you understand now?
ZETTA: ...I see. There is only one woman I know who possesses such incredible restorative powers.
PETTA: Father, it seems the time limit has nearly arrived.
ZETTA: Time limit?
PETTA: I do not exist yet in this time period, so I cannot stay for a long period of time.
ZETTA: Must you leave so soon?
PETTA: We will meet again.
ZETTA: ...I see. That's right.
PETTA: Bye-bye father! Bye-bye mother!
And so the storyline comes to an end, with Petta returning to her own time and the remaining cast… probably being left to figure out the mess that is their current situation, what with Zetta being stuck in his book form still and Alex needing to recover his strength during what I assume will be one long vacation from having to deal with covering for his rival.
But that is a story for another day…
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(…I WISH, BUT THE STORY ENDS HERE, FOLKS. HOPE YOU ENJOYED! Now if you haven’t already, either go look for those videos of the storyline or send the TRANSLATORS your thanks. They deserve all the love in the world for helping out with this.)
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SCRIPT FRIENDLY VERSION HERE
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-Chapter starts with Salome waking up from her little nap, Petta is nowhere to be seen now.-
SALOME: Oh dear, I can't believe I've been asleep in a place like this...
SALOME: I must still be exhausted. It feels as though I've just awoken from a terrible,
terrible dream...
SALOME: Oh, well. ...In any case, I had better rest for a while.
-Salome begins walking but soon runs into Trenia. The two get together for a chat and the scene switches over to Zetta-
ZETTA: HAHAHAHAHAH! Finally, I have reached the Overlord's Castle! Hey Alex!
Why don't you tell me about what you've been doing these past thousand years! About how you became the Most badass Overlord! Let's hear it!! Let's hear everything, everything, EVERYTHING!!!
ZETTA: In the mean time, you'd better prepare yourself! HAHAHAHAH!
-RUMBLE-
ZETTA: Hn? What the hell was that? Sounds like a quite a commotion in the castle...
Did something happen?
-Scene switches to inside the castle, where Alex is being approached by pram-
PRAM: Good day, Alex.
ALEX: Tch. Pram...
PRAM: ...Quite the style of living, isn't it. Not exactly what you expected after becoming the most Badass Overlord?
ALEX: What the hell do you want?
PRAM: Can't you be a little more subtle? You're sad, aren't you? Just like me.
ALEX: ...out with it.
PRAM: Today I will rid the MakaiKingdom of its disgrace!
ALEX: Hmph. What an obstinate woman. I've already got the upperhand, but you still wanna go at it?
PRAM: Oh, my. Is the mighty Badass Overlord too afraid to fight?
ALEX: ...what was that?
PRAM: You can't hide your weakness anymore.
ALEX: Weakness? I don't have anything like that!
PRAM: You will see when we do battle. Now, prepare yourself. I will rend you limb from limb.
ALEX: ...tch!
-Petta teleports in and gets between the two of them before the battle starts-
ALEX: Petta...!!
PRAM: What are you doing, little girl?
PETTA: Overlord Pram, I will be your opponent.
PRAM: Ha. You must be joking. A runt like you wants to elbow her way into a fight between Overlords? Stand aside!
PETTA: No, I will not!
PRAM: Insolent girl...You do know that I'll kill you?
PETTA: ...My magic has just been restored, so you don't have to go easy on me.
PRAM: ...What?
PETTA: If you don't take this seriously.../you're/ the one who will die.
PRAM: What did you say!? You little brat, how dare you screw around with me!
-FAITO!-
PRAM: khh--! I can't possibly loose to such a, such a......
-Petta goes Super Saiyan-
PRAM: Wh-! Th-This power is....Zetta's!?
PRAM: N-No. I-it's not!? It's out of control! At this rate, I'll...!!
-Bye bye, Pram! Oh, and Alex is worried-
PETTA: You underestimated me, Ms. Pram. I forgot to mention it, but I too am an Overlord...
PETTA: In the future, I will be known as Overlord Petta.
ALEX: You okay, Petta?!
PETTA: Yes, I am unhurt.
ALEX: Gotcha. But man you kicked that Pram's ass like it was nothing... Wouldn't expect anything less of Zetta's kid.
PETTA: .......
-Wild Petta wants to battle!-
ALEX: H- hey, Petta, what's wrong?!
PETTA: Overlord Alex. You are an hindrance to Overlord Zetta.
ALEX: ...huh? What're you talking about?
PETTA: As his daughter, I will remove all obstacles in his way.
PETTA: Prepare yourself!
-Petta attacks and Alex dodges-
ALEX: ...Wha-!!
ALEX: Ghh, knock it off, Petta. What the hell are you tryin' to do?!
PETTA: For father to vanish would mean for me to vanish. I have come from the future in order to prevent this from happening.
ALEX: I know that!! But you're my subordinate! So why would you...
PETTA: Father told me about how you tried 20846 times to have him assassinated, about how you started 6413 wars against him!
ALEX: Huh? Twenty-thousand eight-hundred...??
PETTA: 20846!
ALEX: Gah! that's way too fuckin' precise!
PETTA: And it is /because/ of those countless battles you instigated that you must vanish from existence!
ALEX: ...!
PETTA: Now that the greater portion of my powers have returned...
PETTA: Overlord Alex, for the future of myself and of my father, I will destroy you!
-Petta attacks several times and Alex keeps dodging instead of fighting back-
PETTA: Overlord Alex! Why won't you attack? Could it be that you, too, are underestimating a little girl like me?
ALEX: Huh, not a chance!
PETTA: Then please fight me seriously! I have no intention of claiming victory against an opponent who goes easy on me.
ALEX: Cut it out already, Petta.
ALEX: No matter how much you try to attack me, I'm not gonna.....
PETTA: ...Then I suppose I have no choice.
PETTA: I will kill you here!
ALEX: P-Petta...!
PETTA: I hope you regret making such a foolish decision!
-Petta attempts a critical hit and the screen goes white-
Zetta: ENOUGH!! Hold it right there!
-The screen fades back to show that Zetta has arrived and leapt in between the two to stop the fighting-
PETTA: Father...!
ALEX: Zetta, huh...!
ZETTA: Petta, this is not a chapter for children to appear in.
PETTA: F-Father...why? I-I just...I just wanted to.....
ZETTA: No matter what reason you may have, I will not allow anyone to interrupt OUR battle! (Editor’s note: HELL YEAH!)
PETTA: ...B-But, if you lose, not only will you vanish from existence, but so will I...!
ZETTA: Do not fret. I will not be defeated!
ZETTA: I am Overlord Zetta! The most badass Overlord in the universe!
ZETTA: Now then, Alex! COME AT ME (BRO)!
ALEX: Heh! You sure said it. But you got one thing wrong.
ALEX: /I'm/ the most badasst Overlord in the universe!!
ALEX: You're the one who oughta come at ME, Zetta!
-Overlordly battle ensues offscreen!-
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-Next scene shows Alex and Zetta having finished or paused their battle, Alex being badly injured and Zetta not quite so… which pisses him off because he thought Alex would have more to offer now and yet it seems that he is actually weaker!-
ZETTA: Hey, Alex. What is this meaning of this?
ALEX: The..meaning of what.
ZETTA: ...Don't play dumb! You've never looked this pathetic in the past!
ALEX: ........
ZETTA: Hearing that you had become the most badass Overlord, I had such high hopes...
ZETTA: So why the HELL is your magic so pitifully weak!?
SALOME: Zetta, it's useless to ask Alex. He has no intention of telling you.
-Salome teleports in to save the day and provide plot exposition-
ZETTA: Salome?
SALOME: I will tell you instead.
SALOME: Alex used the entirety of his magic over the course of this long war. But by the time he become the ruling Overlord, his body had reached its limits. Isn't that right, Alex?
ALEX: ...Who'd you hear that from?
SALOME: Trenia.
ALEX: Tch, that bitch...she didn't have to go and.....
ZETTA: ...I see. But you got what you deserved, didn't you!
SALOME: No, Zetta. There is a reason Alex continued to fight for so long.
ZETTA: A reason...?
SALOME: When you began to disappear, and I was healing you...it was thanks to Alex that we had no need to fear an attack from anyone.
ZETTA: Wh- what!?
ZETTA: Wh-- why did Alex think he needed to protect me!?
SALOME: It's very simple, Zetta. Alex would not allow anyone else to defeat you while you were so weak.
ZETTA: ..........
SALOME: That's not all.
SALOME: When you disappeared, the balance of power in the MakaiKingdom crumbled at once.
SALOME: And that is precicely why, in order to restore balance, he began to fight...
SALOME: ...and eventually became the strongest overlord.
SALOME: But only once his body had reached its limits did he realize this.
ZETTA: Y-You expect me to believe such a ridiculous story!?
SALOME: But it's the truth, Zetta.
-Alex is revealed to be both responsible and caring, wild Zetta is confused and perhaps a bit moved by this-
ALEX: What, don't look at me like that.
ALEX: B-Besides, it's not like I wanted you to owe me or anything...
ZETTA: But, you...even if I hadn't known the reason, I still...(Translator’s note: owe you? was saved by you?)
ALEX: Shut up. Just so you know, this battle's a draw.
ZETTA: .........
ALEX: I don't wanna admit it, but like she said...I wasn't really at the top of my
game, either.
ALEX: Even if you beat me...you...
-Foreboding coughing fit-
ZETTA: Alex...keep it together!
ALEX: [gasping for air] H-hey, Zetta...let's continue this in the next life.
ZETTA: Alex...!
ALEX: I'll be waiting for you…
ALEX: Heheh.
-Exhaustion and weariness finally takes its toll and Alex is pretty much dying right before his rival’s eyes.-
Salome: ...We must not let him die. For your sake, too, Zetta
-Healing spells for everyone! or at least for Alex. He’s still out of it but alive.-
SALOME: With my current magic, this is all I can do. But...it should be enough.
ZETTA: ...Well done, Salome.
SALOME: It will take time for him to heal, so we must be patient.
SALOME: Although, it will be difficult if the enemy attacks us in this condition...
-Zetta lightens the mood by going back to being his usual arrogant self-
ZETTA: Hmph! What nonsense. The outskirts of the MakaiKingdom were once under MY jurisdiction! I will allow nothing of the sort!
-Petta wants some of that spotlight and approaches Zetta-
Okay everyone, you know how the Makai Kingdom re-release for the PSP in Japan had an alternative storyline tagged on as a bonus? Well, sadly that version of the game never made it out of Japan and overseas (or at least it hasn't as of the moment of me writing this). So unfortunately we haven't been able to truly enjoy the storyline where Petta first starred in all its langage-comprehensive glory.
So to remedy this, a couple of friends and me decided that no, this will not do. Or well, at least I kinda did. My friends have never actually played the game and have a bit limited knowledge on the game mechanics and whatnot. But they are awesome people who study and speak Japanese much better than I could ever hope to, so they helped out anyway with translating it.
You should totally love on them for it later, or now. Eventually at least.
Anyhow, the way this is gonna be done is that I will attempt to write down the general events and add those at appropriate times to the scripts provided by my buddies, As well as add a script-only version after that for the convenience of anyone who happens to be viewing the videos.
Yes, there are videos of this storyline available, not courtesy of me, but still. If you look around a bit for videos titled with "Phantom kingdom", Makai Kingdom's Japanese name. And the added on storyline title of "Papa is the strongest Overlord" you'll probably find them.
I'll be making separate posts for each chapter 'cause otherwise things would get messy, and when it's all done I'll add a masterpost linking to the various parts for easy findings. And yes, this little mass of text will be on every post, what you are probably looking for will be down there underneath the cut.
Enjoy.~
Well, first of all. Credit goes where credit's due.
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
And me, editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you'd-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays I tend to reside more on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/ in case you wish to reach me.
Oh, and we own nothing. Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software.
NOW however you are free to enjoy the real stuff. c:
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EPISODE 3: The Overlord’s Urgency and his Daughter’s Plot
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Since the last chapter left off with Zetta being on his own, this chapter instead focuses the first scene on Petta where she is sitting on her own and considering the prior events.
PETTA: That one time…Daddy actually called me his “daughter”.
And so one line and barely twenty seconds into the chapter we are treated to a flashback of earlier events; specifically when Petta started to fade from existence because of Zetta’s stubborn disbelief. Anyhow, flashback.
PETTA: Daddy….
Cue the whole fading thing.
ZETTA: What!? P-Petta’s body is fading?! What does this mean…!?
ZETTA: No way…is the prophecy coming true?
ZETTA: The disappearance of my daughter, Petta…will also cause me to disappear?
And on that note, the flashback ends; with Petta actually seeming quite happy about this turn of events.
PETTA: …that means that Daddy has finally recognized me as his daughter.
PETTA: I’m so glad… I’m so glad that I came to this era and met my Daddy.
Petta isn’t left on her own for long though, for suddenly Alex makes his reappearance to approach Petta for some small talk.
ALEX: Yo, Petta. Looks like that pain in the ass Zetta’s come back.
PETTA: Daddy?
ALEX: Wants to up and fight me, just like old times…
PETTA: Alex, sir, Most Badass Overlord in the Universe, you also seem happy about Daddy’s reappearance, do you not?
(Editor’s & Translator’s note: HE’S NOT EVEN GONNA DENY)
ALEX: You could say that.
ALEX: …‘cause that bastard had kept me waiting so damn long.
ALEX: Hey Petta. Is it really true that he’s gonna disappear?
PETTA: “Overlord Zetta will screw himself over”.
PETTA: Pram the Oracle’s prophecies are always right.
ALEX: So it ain’t bullshit, then…
PETTA: …however! That’s why I came here from the future, to protect him from his fate.
ALEX: If that’s the case, then that’s all the more reason to find a quick fix….
At this point, the two are interrupted by a loud rumble, presumably along the lines of what it might sound like when overlordly destruction is in the process of being wrecked. And going by the conversation that follows, it seems like it might be a by-product of those battle maps that the videos don’t show.
PETTA: Wh-what!? What was that dreadful noise…!? I could feel it rattling my very bones!
ALEX: Tch! That bastard Zetta is knocking on my doorstep, no doubt!
ALEX: His square bookish ass is standing in the way of my title!
ALEX: We’ll settle this once and for all with a smackdown!!
The scene shifts to another map that gives the editor war flashbacks of a level 200something samurai that needs to be bypassed in the original storyline. This time, however, only Petta, Zetta and Alex are the ones occupying it. Presumably the two mentioned above went to see Zetta after his little bout of destruction. And once again, you guys should really be watching this because this part is funny. It’s like a tennis match in who gets the angriest first between Zetta and Alex while Petta just looks back and forth in the background.
ZETTA: Oi, Alex! I thought you said you were soooo busy you couldn’t fight! Or, did you by chance come here just to spectate?
ALEX: What the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole!? Are you just being a big whiny baby and mouthing complaints?
ZETTA: Heh! So I take it you ain’t as busy as you said you were! Why don’t you take a tumble off that throne of yours and come at me, bro!
ALEX: Shut the fuck up you dumbass overlord! I said we could fight if you managed to make it to my Badass Overlord castle!
ZETTA: Huuuuh? Ain’t that gonna make it a bit one-sided?
ALEX: I said shut the fuck up! I’m a man who keeps his promises!
ZETTA: Exchanging mere words, mere “promises” don’t mean jack shit to me!
ALEX: Ach, whatever! Just hurry your ass up to my Badass Overlord castle!
With that, Alex takes his leave via means of jumping on one of those mechas that happen to be passing by, leaving Petta and Zetta alone once again. And before anyone asks, no I’m not entirely sure why Alex is so adamant about their match taking place at the castle. It’s possible that he wants to make sure that Zetta is fit for fight by having him fight his way there as some sort of trial, but it’s hard to say. Anyhow…
ZETTA: -teeth grinding anger- Nghhh…! That Alex thinks he’s such hot stuff! I’d chase after him and beat his ass so hard he’d cry like a baby if only I weren’t stuck in this godforsaken book…!
PETTA: Um, Daddy? I have a bit of an awkward question.
ZETTA: What is it, Petta?
PETTA: Do you perhaps…enjoy fighting with Overlord Alex?
Somehow Zetta seems shocked that Petta has come to this conclusion; because that is totally not completely obvious to anyone. (Not)
ZETTA: -SHOCK-
ZETTA: Heh……….Petta! You may say you’re my daughter, but you don’t know so much about me, do you?
PETTA: Pardon, Daddy?
ZETTA: HEY, that doesn’t mean I enjoy fighting him!!
ZETTA: That asshole has sent 20,846 assassins after me and started 6,413 wars with yours truly!
ZETTA: I’m fucking fed up with all the times that brat Alex comes to attack me!!
ZETTA: -pant pant pant-…..
PETTA: I see. So Daddy really hates fighting with Overlord Alex…
And with that, the scene shifts away from father and daughter to instead focus on Salome, who now appears to be on her own. Presumably, Pram has gone off to tend to her own devices.
SALOME: Mickey, Babylon, and Seedle are all missing. Pram is also up to something…
SALOME: Alex is controlling other netherworlds and he became the new…”Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”.
SALOME: That Alex sure is something, isn’t he.
SALOME: This universe, too, has changed much in the past thousand years.
SALOME: Well. I must depend on the other overlords and their judgments for now, as my mana has all but dried up…
SALOME: I wonder how we will ever be able to tell whether or not Zetta’s prophecy will come true…
SALOME: Hm? What’s that….drawing near…? Could it be that this mana is…Zetta’s!?
It is, in fact, not Zetta, but Salome gets points for being as close to the truth as she probably could given her current knowledge on the current events; in any case, Petta is the one who teleports in to address Salome.
SALOME: -thinking- (I-it’s not Zetta!? But…there’s no doubt that this mana is his…! Who in the world is this young girl…!)
PETTA: Hello, Miss Salome. I am Overlord Zetta’s daughter, Petta!
SALOME….huh????
And once again, Trenia takes the opportunity to leisurely walk across the screen simply because she can, and possibly to emphasize the pause.
PETTA: Um, Miss Salome…?
SALOME: A-ah….th-there must be something wrong with me. I have aged over the last thousand years, so perhaps my hearing has grown somewhat bad…
PETTA: Ohh…
SALOME: U-um, I do apologize. Could you please repeat that? You are…Zetta’s…who now?
PETTA: I am Zetta’s daughter, Petta.
SALOME: Ohh, that’s nice, Zetta’s…..
At this point there’s a drawn out pause for effect before this finally sinks in.
SALOME: ZETTA’S DAUGHTER!!!?!??!?
Presumably this was a bit too much too quickly, for the news causes Salome to faint, much to Petta’s confusion. I guess Salome wasn’t quite expecting Zetta to be a family man at this point.
And with that, chapter 3 comes to a close as well!
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Script-friendly version below here!
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PETTA: That one time…Daddy actually called me his “daughter”.
-Flashback-
PETTA: Daddy….
-Petta begins to fade-
ZETTA: What!? P-Petta’s body is fading?! What does this mean…!?
ZETTA: No way…is the prophecy coming true?
ZETTA: The disappearance of my daughter, Petta…will also cause me to disappear?
-End flashback-
PETTA: …that means that Daddy has finally recognized me as his daughter.
PETTA: I’m so glad… I’m so glad that I came to this era and met my Daddy.
-UH OH HERE COMES TROUBLE AKA ALEX-
ALEX: Yo, Petta. Looks like that pain in the ass Zetta’s come back.
PETTA: Daddy?
ALEX: Wants to up and fight me, just like old times…
PETTA: Alex, sir, Most Badass Overlord in the Universe, you also seem happy about Daddy’s reappearance, do you not?
(Editor’s & Translator’s note: HE’S NOT EVEN GONNA DENY)
ALEX: You could say that.
ALEX: …‘cause that bastard had kept me waiting so damn long.
ALEX: Hey Petta. Is it really true that he’s gonna disappear?
PETTA: “Overlord Zetta will screw himself over”.
PETTA: Pram the Oracle’s prophecies are always right.
ALEX: So it ain’t bullshit, then…
PETTA: …however! That’s why I came here from the future, to protect him from his fate.
ALEX: If that’s the case, then that’s all the more reason to find a quick fix….
-RUMBLE-
PETTA: Wh-what!? What was that dreadful noise…!? I could feel it rattling my very bones!
ALEX: Tch! That bastard Zetta is knocking on my doorstep, no doubt!
ALEX: His square bookish ass is standing in the way of my title!
ALEX: We’ll settle this once and for all with a smackdown!!
-Alex and Petta go to see Mr. Book-
ZETTA: Oi, Alex! I thought you said you were soooo busy you couldn’t fight! Or, did you by chance come here just to spectate?
ALEX: What the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole!? Are you just being a big whiny baby and mouthing complaints?
ZETTA: Heh! So I take it you ain’t as busy as you said you were! Why don’t you take a tumble off that throne of yours and come at me, bro!
ALEX: Shut the fuck up you dumbass overlord! I said we could fight if you managed to make it to my Badass Overlord castle!
ZETTA: Huuuuh? Ain’t that gonna make it a bit one-sided?
ALEX: I said shut the fuck up! I’m a man who keeps his promises!
ZETTA: Exchanging mere words, mere “promises” don’t mean jack shit to me!
ALEX: Ach, whatever! Just hurry your ass up to my Badass Overlord castle!
-Alex jumps on a plane and leaves-
ZETTA: -teeth grinding anger- Nghhh…! That Alex thinks he’s such hot stuff! I’d chase after him and beat his ass so hard he’d cry like a baby if only I weren’t stuck in this godforsaken book…!
PETTA: Um, Daddy? I have a bit of an awkward question.
ZETTA: What is it, Petta?
PETTA: Do you perhaps…enjoy fighting with Overlord Alex?
ZETTA: -SHOCK-
ZETTA: Heh……….Petta! You may say you’re my daughter, but you don’t know so much about me, do you?
PETTA: Pardon, Daddy?
ZETTA: HEY, that doesn’t mean I enjoy fighting him!!
ZETTA: That asshole has sent 20,846 assassins after me and started 6,413 wars with yours truly!
ZETTA: I’m fucking fed up with all the times that brat Alex comes to attack me!!
ZETTA: -pant pant pant-…..
PETTA: I see. So Daddy really hates fighting with Overlord Alex…
-Suddenly scene shift to Salome-
SALOME: Mickey, Babylon, and Seedle are all missing. Pram is also up to something…
SALOME: Alex is controlling other netherworlds and he became the new…”Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”.
SALOME: That Alex sure is something, isn’t he.
SALOME: This universe, too, has changed much in the past thousand years.
SALOME: Well. I must depend on the other overlords and their judgments for now, as my mana has all but dried up…
SALOME: I wonder how we will ever be able to tell whether or not Zetta’s prophecy will come true…
SALOME: Hm? What’s that….drawing near…? Could it be that this mana is…Zetta’s!?
-Wild Petta appears-
SALOME: -thinking- (I-it’s not Zetta!? But…there’s no doubt that this mana is his…! Who in the world is this young girl…!)
PETTA: Hello, Miss Salome. I am Overlord Zetta’s daughter, Petta!
SALOME….huh????
-Trenia strolls by again-
PETTA: Um, Miss Salome…?
SALOME: A-ah….th-there must be something wrong with me. I have aged over the last thousand years, so perhaps my hearing has grown somewhat bad…
PETTA: Ohh…
SALOME: U-um, I do apologize. Could you please repeat that? You are…Zetta’s…who now?
Okay everyone, you know how the MakaiKingdom re-release for the PSP in Japan had an alternative storyline tagged on as a bonus? Well, sadly that version of the game never made it out of Japan and overseas (or at least it hasn't as of the moment of me writing this). So unfortunately we haven't been able to truly enjoy the storyline where Petta first starred in all its langage-comprehensive glory.
So to remedy this, a couple of friends and me decided that no, this will not do. Or well, at least I kinda did. My friends have never actually played the game and have a bit limited knowledge on the game mechanics and whatnot. But they are awesome people who study and speak Japanese much better than I could ever hope to, so they helped out anyway with translating it.
You should totally love on them for it later, or now. Eventually at least.
Anyhow, the way this is gonna be done is that I will attempt to write down the general events and add those at appropriate times to the scripts provided by my buddies, As well as add a script-only version after that for the convenience of anyone who happens to be viewing the videos.
Yes, there are videos of this storyline available, not courtesy of me, but still. If you look around a bit for videos titled with "Phantom kingdom", MakaiKingdom's Japanese name. And the added on storyline title of "Papa is the strongest Overlord" you'll probably find them.
I'll be making separate posts for each chapter 'cause otherwise things would get messy, and when it's all done I'll add a masterpost linking to the various parts for easy findings. And yes, this little mass of text will be on every post, what you are probably looking for will be down there underneath the cut.
Enjoy.~
Well, first of all. Credit goes where credit's due.
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
And me, editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you'd-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays I tend to reside more on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/ in case you wish to reach me.
Oh, and we own nothing. Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software.
NOW however you are free to enjoy the real stuff. c:
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EPISODE 2: The Doubtful Overlord and his Thoughts about his Daughter
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The chapters starts out with Petta and Zetta hanging out at some random point in space… pretty literally. But even though our protagonist doesn’t seem to care much for basic laws o biology and whatnot, he is at least showing signs of starting to catch a clue about the truth of Petta’s relation to him.
ZETTA: So, you’re really my daughter who came from the future…?
PETTA: Haven’t I been saying that all along, Daddy?
ZETTA: Suddenly, I have some doubts…
ZETTA: If that’s all true, then why the hell did you come here?
PETTA: …
PETTA: Daddy. You will disappear very soon.
ZETTA: !!
And then we are treated to a flashback to the moments before Zetta’s little book burning ceremony. Which is just about as well since it’s been about two chapters since that took place by now.
ZETTA: “STOP FUCKING AROUND…!!!!”
ZETTA: “You say I’m a dumbass!? And, on top of that, you go and say I’ll destroy the netherworld!?”
And just as quickly, we’re back in both the present and random point in space with the little family.
PETTA: If the current Daddy disappears, then naturally, I will too.
PETTA: I came from the future to prevent that from happening.
ZETTA: -angry- That’s all fine and dandy for YOU, Petta, but you never said a word about what happens to ME!
PETTA: Daddy…!
ZETTA: The danger’s already passed. Besides, my new body feels so lively!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
To prove his words, the booky Overlord does a twirly little dance around the general location, although this doesn’t appear to convince Petta much. (Really, you should be watching the videos for these).
PETTA: Daddy….
However, it appears that Zetta’s refusal to take his daughter seriously comes with some consequences because very soon after this, Petta starts to fade away.
ZETTA: What!? P-Petta’s body is fading?! What does this mean…!?
ZETTA: No way…is the prophecy coming true?
ZETTA: The disappearance of my daughter, Petta…will also cause me to disappear?
PETTA: …Daddy. If you reject my word, then I will fade away as you’ve witnessed just now.
PETTA: Please, please believe what I’m saying…
ZETTA: ……
Thankfully Petta ceases to fade and return to normal before the scene cuts away from them and instead focuses on two other Overlords, located at some other random point in space; the two in question being Salome and Pram, who appears to finally have decided to make her presence known.
PRAM: It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Salome?
PRAM: It seems as if your mana has withered away considerably since the last time I saw you. Hehe~
SALOME: Yes, just a bit…
SALOME: On another note, Pram…you seem to have changed a lot too.
SALOME: And that’s not all! Because your netherworld was taken over by Alex, I had no idea where you wandered off to.
SALOME: I was looking for you for quite a while.
PRAM: Heh….
PRAM: -miffed- Are you perhaps teasing me about it? (the fact her land was taken)
SALOME: You misunderstood me, Pram. I only came here to speak with you about your prophecy.
PRAM: Prophecy?
SALOME: A thousand years ago, you foretold of a prophecy, did you not? “Overlord Zetta would screw himself over” , it said…
PRAM: Oh…that.
SALOME: Certainly, because Zetta burned the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Tome, he erased his physical body.
SALOME: But, I went to check on him.
SALOME: A thousand years have passed since then. I wonder if your prophecy has yet to come true…?
PRAM: Hehe…I’m sorry, Salome. It’s been so long that I’ve already forgotten!
SALOME: Pram…
PRAM: That’s my name, don’t wear it out. What happened in the past isn’t worth fretting over.
PRAM: What happens in the present is worth taking interest in. Like what’s going on with Alex!
PRAM: That repulsive Overlord Alex, snatching MY own netherworld from me!
…no no, not “repulsive”, “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”. –mocking tone-
PRAM: -anger rising- Whether he’s a bratty dictator or “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”, I still can’t believe it! On top of that, he DEFEATED me…!
PRAM: But…I know a little something that he doesn’t.
PRAM: Even Alex, “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”, has an obvious weakness. Fufufufu~
SALOME: ….
Foreshadowing much? In any case that is a matter for later, because the scene switches back to Zetta who is now alone with his thoughts.
ZETTA: -thinking- (Could Petta really be my daughter…? Did she really come to save me from my fate to disappear…?)
ZETTA: (If that’s the case, then why did she become Alex’s minion?)
ZETTA: (I don’t understand…)
Or well, he’s not entirely alone; Trenia can be seen walking by in the background. Presumably just to show everyone that yes, she is actually out and about in this storyline too, even if she doesn’t play a very active part.
ZETTA: (But…she no doubt has the same powers as I.)
ZETTA: (She may not be strong now, but her mana gets a little stronger every time we meet.)
ZETTA: (No, that’s not it. Her mana isn’t getting stronger…)
ZETTA: (Could it be that as she wastes mana, it replenishes itself?)
And that is where the chapter is over. I admit that his reasoning there at the end seemed a little bit odd, but neither I nor Swizz could make much better sense of it, so we just left it as such.
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Script friendly version follows here.
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EPISODE 2: The Doubtful Overlord and his Thoughts about his Daughter
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-Chapter starts with Zetta and Petta hanging out in space-
ZETTA: So, you’re really my daughter who came from the future…?
PETTA: Haven’t I been saying that all along, Daddy?
ZETTA: Suddenly, I have some doubts…
ZETTA: If that’s all true, then why the hell did you come here?
PETTA: …
PETTA: Daddy. You will disappear very soon.
ZETTA: !!
-Flashback to before book burning ceremony-
ZETTA: “STOP FUCKING AROUND…!!!!”
ZETTA: “You say I’m a dumbass!? And, on top of that, you go and say I’ll destroy the netherworld!?”
-End flashback-
PETTA: If the current Daddy disappears, then naturally, I will too.
PETTA: I came from the future to prevent that from happening.
ZETTA: -angry- That’s all fine and dandy for YOU, Petta, but you never said a word about what happens to ME!
PETTA: Daddy…!
ZETTA: The danger’s already passed. Besides, my new body feels so lively!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
-Zetta does a little dance-
PETTA: Daddy….
-Petta begins to fade-
ZETTA: What!? P-Petta’s body is fading?! What does this mean…!?
ZETTA: No way…is the prophecy coming true?
ZETTA: The disappearance of my daughter, Petta…will also cause me to disappear?
PETTA: …Daddy. If you reject my word, then I will fade away as you’ve witnessed just now.
PETTA: Please, please believe what I’m saying…
ZETTA: ……
-Petta returns to normal and scene cuts to Pram & Salome-
PRAM: It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Salome?
PRAM: It seems as if your mana has withered away considerably since the last time I saw you. Hehe~
SALOME: Yes, just a bit…
SALOME: On another note, Pram…you seem to have changed a lot too.
SALOME: And that’s not all! Because your netherworld was taken over by Alex, I had no idea where you wandered off to.
SALOME: I was looking for you for quite a while.
PRAM: Heh….
PRAM: -miffed- Are you perhaps teasing me about it? (the fact her land was taken)
SALOME: You misunderstood me, Pram. I only came here to speak with you about your prophecy.
PRAM: Prophecy?
SALOME: A thousand years ago, you foretold of a prophecy, did you not? “Overlord Zetta would screw himself over” , it said…
PRAM: Oh…that.
SALOME: Certainly, because Zetta burned the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Tome, he erased his physical body.
SALOME: But, I went to check on him.
SALOME: A thousand years have passed since then. I wonder if your prophecy has yet to come true…?
PRAM: Hehe…I’m sorry, Salome. It’s been so long that I’ve already forgotten!
SALOME: Pram…
PRAM: That’s my name, don’t wear it out. What happened in the past isn’t worth fretting over.
PRAM: What happens in the present is worth taking interest in. Like what’s going on with Alex!
PRAM: That repulsive Overlord Alex, snatching MY own netherworld from me!
…no no, not “repulsive”, “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”. –mocking tone-
PRAM: -anger rising- Whether he’s a bratty dictator or “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”, I still can’t believe it! On top of that, he DEFEATED me…!
PRAM: But…I know a little something that he doesn’t.
PRAM: Even Alex, “The Most Badass Overlord in the Universe”, has an obvious weakness. Fufufufu~
SALOME: ….
-Back to Zetta-
ZETTA: -thinking- (Could Petta really be my daughter…? Did she really come to save me from my fate to disappear…?)
ZETTA: (If that’s the case, then why did she become Alex’s minion?)
ZETTA: (I don’t understand…)
-Trenia casually walks by-
ZETTA: (But…she no doubt has the same powers as I.)
ZETTA: (She may not be strong now, but her mana gets a little stronger every time we meet.)
ZETTA: (No, that’s not it. Her mana isn’t getting stronger…)
ZETTA: (Could it be that as she wastes mana, it replenishes itself?)
Okay everyone, you know how the MakaiKingdom re-release for the PSP in Japan had an alternative storyline tagged on as a bonus? Well, sadly that version of the game never made it out of Japan and overseas (or at least it hasn't as of the moment of me writing this). So unfortunately we haven't been able to truly enjoy the storyline where Petta first starred in all its langage-comprehensive glory.
So to remedy this, a couple of friends and me decided that no, this will not do. Or well, at least I kinda did. My friends have never actually played the game and have a bit limited knowledge on the game mechanics and whatnot. But they are awesome people who study and speak Japanese much better than I could ever hope to, so they helped out anyway with translating it.
You should totally love on them for it later, or now. Eventually at least.
Anyhow, the way this is gonna be done is that I will attempt to write down the general events and add those at appropriate times to the scripts provided by my buddies, As well as add a script-only version after that for the convenience of anyone who happens to be viewing the videos.
Yes, there are videos of this storyline available, not courtesy of me, but still. If you look around a bit for videos titled with "Phantom kingdom", MakaiKingdom's Japanese name. And the added on storyline title of "Papa is the strongest Overlord" you'll probably find them.
I'll be making separate posts for each chapter 'cause otherwise things would get messy, and when it's all done I'll add a masterpost linking to the various parts for easy findings. And yes, this little mass of text will be on every post (Toldya it would), what you are probably looking for will be down there underneath the cut.
Enjoy chapter 1.~
First of all. Credit goes where credit's due.
Translator for chapters 0 - 3: Swizzle - http://bakaunagi.tumblr.com/
Translator for chapter 4 - end: Sneeki/Hirakegoma - http://mayoukai.tumblr.com/
And me, editor/coordinator/assitant whatever-you'd-call-it: Lini - http://sagiso.tumblr.com/ though nowadays I tend to reside more on http://overlord-alexander.tumblr.com/ in case you wish to reach me.
Oh, and we own nothing. Game, story, characters: they all belong to Nippon Ichi Software.
NOW however you are free to enjoy the real stuff. c:
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CHAPTER 1: The Overlords of Book and Badass
Now, as Pram said in the end narration, there has been something of a time skip between the prologue happening and when the rest of this storyline goes down. This is going to be plot relevant, so don’t forget about that. Anyhow, the chapter starts out with Salome and Zetta chilling at some random point in space after having spent the last thousand years in hiding while Salome was tending to Zetta. Our protagonist, of course, takes these news in good stride.
… NOT. Honestly, did you really think that he would? Oh, and he’s still trapped in his book form, so there’s that. I guess that doesn’t exactly help his mood. Anyhow...
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ZETTA: A-augh…the hell are you saying?!
ZETTA: I can’t fuckin’ believe this!
SALOME: Now now, Zetta. How about you calm down a bit?
ZETTA: -flops- It’s a millennium, A MILLENIUM since this happened!
ZETTA: And you think you can tell me to CALM DOWN?!
SALOME: Nevertheless, Zetta…don’t you think it’s more preferable than being erased from existence?
ZETTA: H…hggh…
At this point, Salome starts to walk away, presumably to get a bit of peace and quiet after having spent the better part, if not all, of a millennium keeping watch over Zetta. Our literary Overlord however, finds this development rather surprising for some reason.
ZETTA: Oi, Salome! Where do you think you’re going?
SALOME: “Where am I going”, you say? Could you possibly be /worried/ about me?
ZETTA: I…th-that doesn’t necessarily mean…
SALOME: It was just a jest, so don’t trouble yourself over the implications, all right? On a more serious note…I wanted to go and rest for a little while.
ZETTA: Rest? What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well..?
SALOME: That’s…
ZETTA: -sudden realization- I see…in order for you to have saved me, you used up your mana…
SALOME: Don’t worry about me, dear Zetta. This is nothing new to me.
SALOME: But, right now…
ZETTA: I understand, Salome. It’d be best to take it easy until your strength returns.
SALOME: Thank you, Zetta.
With that, Salome takes her leave and Zetta is thus left to his own devices… which may or may not be a good thing, judging earlier events. But surprisingly enough, it appears that a millennium of downtime has made him mature a little bit. (Editor’s note: I strongly advice watching a video for what happens next, if only because there is absolutely no way for written text to describe the sheer hilarity of how Zetta shouts Mickey’s name. It’s a very high-pitched MIH-KAY! That sums up everything I love about Zetta’s Japanese voice actor.)
ZETTA: I’m sorry, Salome…I’m only a burden to you.
ZETTA: But, a millennium…that’s certainly a long time to be conked out, ain’t it.
ZETTA: During all that time, this netherworld probably changed a lot.
ZETTA: OK! I’ll go check on how everything’s doing. Even though I don’t doubt that my troops are still kicking ass…
ZETTA: The quickest way to understand the current state of affairs would be to just ask whoever’s around.
ZETTA: OI! ANYBODY, ANYBODY! ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT! MICKEY! OPHELIA!
ZETTA: OOOOIIIII! IS NOBODY AROUND? SEEDLE! DRYZEN! MICKEEEEEYYYYY!!!
Unfortunately for Zetta, while in the original storyline he was constantly swarmed by the presence of unwanted company; In this storyline, no one seems willing to come to his aid, which again, leaves Zetta completely to his own devices.
ZETTA: Kh…why? Why isn’t anyone answering?
ZETTA: Un-fucking-belivable, are they really ignoring me, Overlord Zetta, the most badass overlord in all of the universe?
ZETTA: Guess I’ve got no choice, then. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Maybe I should go to Pram’s netherworld. It’s the closest to get to from here.
And because quite frankly, he probably doesn’t have anything better to do, Zetta does just this. So we get a scene change to him arriving at and looking around in Pram’s netherworld. His findings appears to confuse him, for reasons unknown. Although comparisons between the in-game picture of Pram’s world compared to the one in the trailer, it appears to be a lot greener now. Which is odd, since you know, Pram’s favoured element is ice…
ZETTA: -looks around- Th-this is…
ZETTA: Christ. Is this really Pram’s netherworld?
ZETTA: It’s completely changed, hasn’t it?
ZETTA: What the hell happened while I was sleeping?
Zetta is in luck, however, because at this point someone does decide to show up and shed some light upon the situation. On a less fortunate note, however, that “someone” is the one Overlord that he didn’t attempt to summon earlier (No, it’s not King Drake. That guy barely counts as an Overlord anyway), namely Alexander, the God of Destruction; who casually flies in on one of those nifty mechas that MakaiKingdom favoured. Though upon spotting Zetta, he is quite quick to jump off it to properly face and greet his rival after his long absence.
ALEX: Yooooo! Well well well, if it ain’t Death’s little escape artist, Zetta.
ZETTA: Alex?!
ALEX: Look, ain’tcha coming a bit too close to my personal bubble there, pal?
ZETTA: Tch, “too close”? Oi, windbag. Your mouth sure is spewing some awfully arrogant things. Even more than usual.
ALEX: Heh! You were sleepin’ like a baby for so long, I’ll betcha didn’t know what happened after you went beddy-bye in your crib! I ain’t the guy I used to be!
ZETTA: What the fuck did you say to me just now!??!
ALEX: You didn’t hear the oh-so-wonderful news?
ALEX: I became the Most Badass Overlord in the Universe!
ZETTA: -disbelief- WH-…ALEX STOLE MY THUNDER?!
ZETTA: STOP FUCKIN’ AROUND!
ALEX: You may think it’s all a joke, but why don’tcha ask the other overlords about it?
ALEX: Every single one of ‘em agrees with me. All the netherworlds are mine now!
ZETTA: Kh…you’re so full of yourself. What a cocky attitude! I refuse to recognize you as the Most Badass Overlord in the Universe, however the hell it happened!
ALEX: HAHAHAHAHA! Refusing to accept the truth for what it is means that you still believe it!
ZETTA: Hnnnnghhh…Alex, that bastard…he says he controls—dictates—all the netherworlds…
ZETTA: No, wait…this netherworld is Pram’s, so that means he…
ALEX: Ah, you finally get it, you dumbass! In fact, I took over this netherworld first! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
ZETTA: HEY, ASSHOLE!
ALEX: Too bad for you, Zetta. You snooze a thousand years, you lose. I thought you’d dropped dead.
ZETTA: That’s…
ALEX: Heh. Seems like you got nothin’ else to argue with. Did I hit the bullseye?
Apparently deeming their little meeting done and over with, Alex attempts to take his leave, though his departure is interrupted by Zetta, who doesn’t seem quite satisfied with this development of events.
ZETTA: W-WAIT, ALEX! OUR CONVERSATION AIN’T OVER YET!
ALEX: Oh, shut the fuck up! I’m a busy guy and you’re wasting my free time!
ZETTA: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??!
ALEX: How’s about this! If you can defeat my little minion, your sorry ass can come all the way to ~my~ Badass Overlord castle.
ZETTA: ~YOUR~ Badass Overlord castle?
ALEX: Hell yeah! You might even say it WAS Salome’s Badass Overlord castle! Heheheh!
ZETTA: So your position’s changed with a little “promotion”. Big deal! You have no idea who you’re dealing with!
ALEX: Heh, whatever you say.
Alex doesn’t seem very intent on wasting more time, as in a flash of light, he proceeds to summon the aforementioned little minion. A pink-haired girl with white eyes who bears a striking resemblance to a certain protagonist for some mysterious reason... Oh who the hell am I kidding, everyone reading this knows who Petta is by now. But try to look surprised for the sake of the story, okay? In any case, Alex addresses the new arrival, giving her some orders.
ALEX: Hey, you! Fight this little bitch. (translator’s note: 2-for-1 pun)
ALEX: See ya later, Zetta!
And so Alex finally takes off, leaving Zetta and the mysterious girl alone to fight it out as according to his orders… much to Zetta’s dismay.
ZETTA: O-oi!!
ZETTA: That bastard. He mouths off whatever he wants and then leaves!
Finally, Zetta turns his attention to the girl before him, and is somewhat surprised by what he sees, although not for the reasons that he should be paying attention to, such as her resemblance to him.
ZETTA: What’s this? He says she’s his minion, but she’s just a little girl, ain’t she.
PETTA: ……
ZETTA: Hey, kid. Where are your parents? Don’t fight with me, go home!
PETTA: ….I am called Petta. Pleased to meet you.
PETTA: My parent is Overlord Zetta…you.
ZETTA: WHAAAAAAAT!?
PETTA: Now’s my chance, while you’re distracted! Here I come!
Now, here’s one of the problems we came across while working on these translations. The videos that we were working off off had cut out all the battles, so we have no idea when actual in-game combat actually happens. Though judging by the dialogue above, I’d say one probably happens in between the above part and the next. In any case, when the scene cuts to them again, they both appear to be quite alright, although Petta appears somewhat concerned about Zetta… And pets him, because why not.
ZETTA: What the hell are you doing!? Quit it! Stop petting me!!
PETTA: Not yet, I want to make sure you feel better.
ZETTA: What the hell are you sayin’, brat!! I toldja to stop petting me!
PETTA: Well…if you say so, Daddy. Rebellious daughters care for their father’s wellbeing. I’d like for you to be a little more careful with how you talk though.
ZETTA: But, I don’t have a kid!!
At this point, Petta appears to start becoming a little bit annoyed with Zetta’s behavior.. as well as his inability to catch a clue, though to be quite honest. The truth is a bit of a far stretch, so I can’t very well blame him for that.
PETTA: …certainly you don’t have one /now/.
ZETTA: Huh? “I don’t have one now”? What’s that spoesta mean?
PETTA: You understood it right, Daddy. You don’t have a child /now/, but you will later.
ZETTA: Oooh. If that’s the case, then there’s absolutely no doubt about it: you ain’t my kid.
PETTA: Why do you think that?
ZETTA: “I don’t have one now”, you said it yourself! Yet, you’re standing here now. Ain’t that pretty contradictory?
PETTA: -sigh- …you still don’t understand, do you? I came from the future, Daddy.
ZETTA: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
ZETTA: I think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!
ZETTA: You’re saying you came from the future? Heh, there’s nobody else in this universe who can do such things but me!
ZETTA: Don’t tell me such complete bullshit!
PETTA: Oh, Daddy! I’m the daughter of the strongest overlord in the universe, right? I can do things like Time Slip!
ZETTA: “Time Slip!?”
PETTA: That’s right! Of course, I can do many other things as well. For example…
ZETTA: For example?
However, before elaboration or examples are allowed the time to follow, the sound of a bell ringing interrupts their conversation.
PETTA: Oh!
ZETTA: What is it this time!?
PETTA: Overlord Alex is calling me!
PETTA: It’s too bad, but I must go.
ZETTA: Oi! Wait--!!
PETTA: -glows- Goodbye. We’ll meet again soon, Daddy!
And with that, Petta teleports away and leaves Zetta on his own… again. An arrangement which he doesn’t seem to be very fond of, all things considered.
ZETTA: Hey, you can’t just leave like that! “For example”…don’t think I didn’t notice you were cut off!
ZETTA: Ah, whatever. I can still attest to what that little girl said.
ZETTA: On another note, Alex. That asshole said Salome’s castle became his Badass Overlord castle.
ZETTA: Hah! How utterly disgraceful! ….but I have nowhere else to go.
I assume some battle maps might be following this, but regardless, the next scene that we are treated to is Zetta, Petta and Alex standing in some castle-like map by the looks of it.
ZETTA: What the hell is this, Alex. Why the hell is this place deserted?
ZETTA: You said you were busy, but from the looks of this place, you seem surprisingly full of leisure time—and full of shit.
ALEX: Shut the fuck up! How dare you come here to see me with your hideous book-face!
PETTA: We meet again, Daddy!
ZETTA: You’re so obnoxious, Petta! I said I’m NOT your “Daddy”!
PETTA: This is a problem, isn’t it. How can I make you believe me…?
ZETTA: AHA! I just thought of something good.
PETTA: What is it?
ZETTA: I’m saying you ain’t my kid, but if you can prove it, that’d be evidence I can’t deny.
PETTA: That’s certainly a roundabout way of saying it, isn’t it Daddy…
ZETTA: ANYWAY, Petta! I wonder if you can really show me some proof!
ALEX: Hm?
At this point, Zetta turns his attention, and ire, in Alex’s direction. And well, it’s not that hard to figure out what follows next, is it?
ZETTA: ZETTA BEEEEEAAAAAM!!!
However, Alex is quick enough on the uptake that he is able to jump out of the way of Zetta’s attack. Though then again, given their backstory and track record, it only makes sense that Alex would have gotten some practice over the course of all those wars he’s started… Not that this makes him any happier though.
ALEX: Y-YOU BASTARD!! CAN’T YOU SEE IT’S DANGEROUS HERE!?! YOU COULDA BURNED THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND YOU DUMBASS!!
ZETTA: How’s about THAT, Petta? If you can do THAT...!
PETTA: Hehe~ Well, I can’t necessarily do THAT…
PETTA: PETTA BEEEAAAAAAAAM!!
On the flip side, Alex does NOT have as much experience dodging that same attack from Petta. So she is able to perfectly nail the shot, much to Alex’s dismay… and pain. Lasers do burn quite a bit after all.
ALEX: OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!
So with that, Alex takes his leave in a manner that isn’t quite as dignified as he would probably have hoped. In all likelihood to search for something to aid his bruised pride… and scorched bod. Leaving Petta and Zetta alone again, the latter of which seems quite shocked by recent developments.
ZETTA: -in disbelief- Th-that was…
PETTA: When I was 5 years old, Daddy taught me that trick!
PETTA: Was that convincing enough for you to believe me, Daddy?
ZETTA: ……..-choking sounds-
ZETTA: -thinking (That ability just now…it may not have been as strong, but could it be the same as my Zetta Beam…?)
ZETTA: (Is this kid really my daughter…?)
And with that, chapter 1 meets its end.
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And here’s the video-friendly script version.
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ZETTA: A-augh…the hell are you saying?!
ZETTA: I can’t fuckin’ believe this!
SALOME: Now now, Zetta. How about you calm down a bit?
ZETTA: -flops- It’s a millennium, A MILLENIUM since this happened!
ZETTA: And you think you can tell me to CALM DOWN?!
SALOME: Nevertheless, Zetta…don’t you think it’s more preferable than being erased from existence?
ZETTA: H…hggh…
-Salome tries to leave-
ZETTA: Oi, Salome! Where do you think you’re going?
SALOME: “Where am I going”, you say? Could you possibly be /worried/ about me?
ZETTA: I…th-that doesn’t necessarily mean…
SALOME: It was just a jest, so don’t trouble yourself over the implications, all right? On a more serious note…I wanted to go and rest for a little while.
ZETTA: Rest? What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well..?
SALOME: That’s…
ZETTA: -sudden realization- I see…in order for you to have saved me, you used up your mana…
SALOME: Don’t worry about me, dear Zetta. This is nothing new to me.
SALOME: But, right now…
ZETTA: I understand, Salome. It’d be best to take it easy until your strength returns.
SALOME: Thank you, Zetta.
-Salome leaves-
ZETTA: I’m sorry, Salome…I’m only a burden to you.
ZETTA: But, a millennium…that’s certainly a long time to be conked out, ain’t it.
ZETTA: During all that time, this netherworld probably changed a lot.
ZETTA: OK! I’ll go check on how everything’s doing. Even though I don’t doubt that my troops are still kicking ass…
ZETTA: The quickest way to understand the current state of affairs would be to just ask whoever’s around.
ZETTA: OI! ANYBODY, ANYBODY! ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT! MICKEY! OPHELIA!
ZETTA: OOOOIIIII! IS NOBODY AROUND? SEEDLE! DRYZEN! MICKEEEEEYYYYY!!!
-Nobody answers-
ZETTA: Kh…why? Why isn’t anyone answering?
ZETTA: Un-fucking-belivable, are they really ignoring me, Overlord Zetta, the most badass overlord in all of the universe?
ZETTA: Guess I’ve got no choice, then. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Maybe I should go to Pram’s netherworld. It’s the closest to get to from here.
-PRAM’S UNDERWORLD-
ZETTA: -looks around- Th-this is…
ZETTA: Christ. Is this really Pram’s netherworld?
ZETTA: It’s completely changed, hasn’t it?
ZETTA: What the hell happened while I was sleeping?
-HAHA OH SHIT HERE COMES ALEX-
ALEX: Yooooo! Well well well, if it ain’t Death’s little escape artist, Zetta.
ZETTA: Alex?!
ALEX: Look, ain’tcha coming a bit too close to my personal bubble there, pal?
ZETTA: Tch, “too close”? Oi, windbag. Your mouth sure is spewing some awfully arrogant things. Even more than usual.
ALEX: Heh! You were sleepin’ like a baby for so long, I’ll betcha didn’t know what happened after you went beddy-bye in your crib! I ain’t the guy I used to be!
ZETTA: What the fuck did you say to me just now!??!
ALEX: You didn’t hear the oh-so-wonderful news?
ALEX: I became the Most Badass Overlord in the Universe!
ZETTA: -disbelief- WH-…ALEX STOLE MY THUNDER?!
ZETTA: STOP FUCKIN’ AROUND!
ALEX: You may think it’s all a joke, but why don’tcha ask the other overlords about it?
ALEX: Every single one of ‘em agrees with me. All the netherworlds are mine now!
ZETTA: Kh…you’re so full of yourself. What a cocky attitude! I refuse to recognize you as the Most Badass Overlord in the Universe, however the hell it happened!
ALEX: HAHAHAHAHA! Refusing to accept the truth for what it is means that you still believe it!
ZETTA: Hnnnnghhh…Alex, that bastard…he says he controls—dictates—all the netherworlds…
ZETTA: No, wait…this netherworld is Pram’s, so that means he…
ALEX: Ah, you finally get it, you dumbass! In fact, I took over this netherworld first! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
ZETTA: HEY, ASSHOLE!
ALEX: Too bad for you, Zetta. You snooze a thousand years, you lose. I thought you’d dropped dead.
ZETTA: That’s…
ALEX: Heh. Seems like you got nothin’ else to argue with. Did I hit the bullseye?
-Alex tries to leave-
ZETTA: W-WAIT, ALEX! OUR CONVERSATION AIN’T OVER YET!
ALEX: Oh, shut the fuck up! I’m a busy guy and you’re wasting my free time!
ZETTA: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??!
ALEX: How’s about this! If you can defeat my little minion, your sorry ass can come all the way to ~my~ Badass Overlord castle.
ZETTA: ~YOUR~ Badass Overlord castle?
ALEX: Hell yeah! You might even say it WAS Salome’s Badass Overlord castle! Heheheh!
ZETTA: So your position’s changed with a little “promotion”. Big deal! You have no idea who you’re dealing with!
ALEX: Heh, whatever you say.
-Mysterious pink-haired girl appears!-
ALEX: Hey, you! Fight this little bitch. (translator’s note: 2-for-1 pun)
ALEX: See ya later, Zetta!
-Alex flies off-
ZETTA: O-oi!!
ZETTA: That bastard. He mouths off whatever he wants and then leaves!
-Looks at girl-
ZETTA: What’s this? He says she’s his minion, but she’s just a little girl, ain’t she.
PETTA: ……
ZETTA: Hey, kid. Where are your parents? Don’t fight with me, go home!
PETTA: ….I am called Petta. Pleased to meet you.
PETTA: My parent is Overlord Zetta…you.
ZETTA: WHAAAAAAAT!?
PETTA: Now’s my chance, while you’re distracted! Here I come!
- Insert fight scene???-
- Scene cuts to Zetta and Petta –
-Petta is patting Mr. Book-
ZETTA: What the hell are you doing!? Quit it! Stop petting me!!
PETTA: Not yet, I want to make sure you feel better.
ZETTA: What the hell are you sayin’, brat!! I toldja to stop petting me!
PETTA: Well…if you say so, Daddy. Rebellious daughters care for their father’s wellbeing. I’d like for you to be a little more careful with how you talk though.
ZETTA: But, I don’t have a kid!!
-Petta gets frustrated-
PETTA: …certainly you don’t have one /now/.
ZETTA: Huh? “I don’t have one now”? What’s that spoesta mean?
PETTA: You understood it right, Daddy. You don’t have a child /now/, but you will later.
ZETTA: Oooh. If that’s the case, then there’s absolutely no doubt about it: you ain’t my kid.
PETTA: Why do you think that?
ZETTA: “I don’t have one now”, you said it yourself! Yet, you’re standing here now. Ain’t that pretty contradictory?
PETTA: -sigh- …you still don’t understand, do you? I came from the future, Daddy.
ZETTA: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
ZETTA: I think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!
ZETTA: You’re saying you came from the future? Heh, there’s nobody else in this universe who can do such things but me!
ZETTA: Don’t tell me such complete bullshit!
PETTA: Oh, Daddy! I’m the daughter of the strongest overlord in the universe, right? I can do things like Time Slip!
ZETTA: “Time Slip!?”
PETTA: That’s right! Of course, I can do many other things as well. For example…
ZETTA: For example?
-bell rings-
PETTA: Oh!
ZETTA: What is it this time!?
PETTA: Overlord Alex is calling me!
PETTA: It’s too bad, but I must go.
ZETTA: Oi! Wait--!!
PETTA: -glows- Goodbye. We’ll meet again soon, Daddy!
- Petta disappears -
ZETTA: Hey, you can’t just leave like that! “For example”…don’t think I didn’t notice you were cut off!
ZETTA: Ah, whatever. I can still attest to what that little girl said.
ZETTA: On another note, Alex. That asshole said Salome’s castle became his Badass Overlord castle.
ZETTA: Hah! How utterly disgraceful! ….but I have nowhere else to go.
- And so he goes after them, scene change to Zetta, Petta and Alex in some castle-y map -
ZETTA: What the hell is this, Alex. Why the hell is this place deserted?
ZETTA: You said you were busy, but from the looks of this place, you seem surprisingly full of leisure time—and full of shit.
ALEX: Shut the fuck up! How dare you come here to see me with your hideous book-face!
PETTA: We meet again, Daddy!
ZETTA: You’re so obnoxious, Petta! I said I’m NOT your “Daddy”!
PETTA: This is a problem, isn’t it. How can I make you believe me…?
ZETTA: AHA! I just thought of something good.
PETTA: What is it?
ZETTA: I’m saying you ain’t my kid, but if you can prove it, that’d be evidence I can’t deny.
PETTA: That’s certainly a roundabout way of saying it, isn’t it Daddy…
ZETTA: ANYWAY, Petta! I wonder if you can really show me some proof!
ALEX: Hm?
ZETTA: ZETTA BEEEEEAAAAAM!!!
-Zetta shoots beams at Alex but he jumps away-
ALEX: Y-YOU BASTARD!! CAN’T YOU SEE IT’S DANGEROUS HERE!?! YOU COULDA BURNED THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND YOU DUMBASS!!
ZETTA: How’s about THAT, Petta? If you can do THAT...!
PETTA: Hehe~ Well, I can’t necessarily do THAT…
PETTA: PETTA BEEEAAAAAAAAM!!
-Petta shoots at Alex, who obtains quite literally a Hot Bod-
ALEX: OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!
-Alex runs off-
ZETTA: -in disbelief- Th-that was…
PETTA: When I was 5 years old, Daddy taught me that trick!
PETTA: Was that convincing enough for you to believe me, Daddy?
ZETTA: ……..-choking sounds-
ZETTA: -thinking (That ability just now…it may not have been as strong, but could it be the same as my Zetta Beam…?)
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