https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMMphBe36FQIt's a windy night. You're sitting on top of a grassy hill, wind playing with your hair as you take a long, deep breath. The scent of flowers and herbs and onion grass
and blood fills your nose, and you feel content. From the current hill you’re standing on top of, this shot could look like a brochure for good ol' Santa Destroya. The wind rushes past you, barreling downwards to the city where the strong devour the weak. It’s a crazy struggle, making you wonder just how the fuck you survived this place. But here on this grassy knoll, it just seems to wind down…
You take one more sniff and speak a loud, "This is real nice..." the wind whistles as if accenting your sentences, "The city lights are always so harsh, but here, under the moon like this... feels good, don't it?" You feel like you’re just speaking to the cameras at this point. Course this ain’t no public access shit, oh no, this network, UAATV, is exclusive. Banana republic dictators, drug lords, mob bosses, the occasional world leader, corporate heads, and of course, other assassins are the only ones with enough dough to subscribe to this exclusive program. The only people here
are dead are the camera crew, you, and your opponent.
She’s a buxom beauty, D cup you had to guess, in a playboy bunny outfit with huge fucking clawed rabbit paws. The people they let into these fucking rankings. She does one of those little cute maid poses and does a heart symbol with her rabbit paws. The gap fills into a pink heart, where she lets go and jabs it onto the tip of her finger. She aims the heart at you, and lets an imaginary hammer hit the finger gun. A pink heart shaped beam shoots at you with tremendous speed, speeding at you. You barely manage to roll out of the way, the hard light construct going on for a few more yards before finally dissipating.
And this bitch is only Rank 99.
>What do boyo? (cont.) 