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Hello, this is Gracie Liang, and welcome to NDBC News. Tonight’s top stories:
In news which is sure to shake up the landscape of Dornieland fast food, a local branch of Rohanian fast food chain Mr. MooCow’s has opened in Oceanside. Mr. MooCow’s specializes in a variety of beef-based products, ranging from hamburgers to steaks, and joins a very competitive market alongside other chains such as Porkwich’s, BurgerShot, In-N-Out and Cluckin’ Bell.
When asked about the viability of opening a new hamburger restaurant chain in Southern California--a region known for a love of hamburgers--Anita Persky of Rohane Alista Industries Dornalia, based out of San Diego, had this to say.
*image cuts to an attractive young human woman with a pair of dogs' ears on her head and a tail, whose ancestry is well, Slavic-ish. She's wearing a suit with a skirt, and is standing in front of the Oceanside location.*
“We recognize that the people of this region know what makes a hamburger work. But I think we’re game for it. Mr. MooCow’s brings a level of quality you’re not going to get at the other chains. Besides, Porkwiches is pork, and we sell beef. We’re not overly concerned, since we stand by our burgers and know that people are gonna come around to them.”
Persky noted that the Oceanside location is only one of several such initial restaurants.
“We’re going hard, and we’re going deep. Simple as that. We’re opening the Oceanside location as part of a simultaneous rollout, with locations in Long Beach, Chicago, Ft. Casimir Pulaski in New Chi-town, Hammertongs, New Sapporo, Alvaria City and other major Dornalian cities.”
*Anita holds up hamburger, and bites it, chewing and swallowing*
“I mean, for God’s sakes--we’re not bogarting something this good. Seriously. Best hamburger I’ve had in ages.”
Competitors of course, are nonplussed. Said Ramona Sin, CEO of the Dornalian branch of Porkwich’s:
*Image cuts to Dornie catgirl, sitting at a desk with a suit, with a Porkwich on her desk*
“I like Ms. Persky’s attitude but look--I think if you’ll look at our totally unbiased survey, people totally dig ground pork sandwiches. I mean, fuck, we’ve got a Teri-pork sandwich unique to Dornieland, people. You think some hamburgers cooked up by a buncha nudists are gonna beat that?”
Still, Mr. MooCow’s people are optimistic.
*cuts Anita in front of the Oceanside location, drinking a shake*
“So, a catgirl thinks she can swear on live TV, and use that to promote her ground pork patties? Please. That kind of swagger, they gotta be hiding something. We just offer good food, at a most pleasant price. Don’t need any fucking language for that.”
Rumors have it that rival chain Nyan Nyan, based out of Hajarra, has challenged members of the Mr. MooCow’s staff to a “rumble” to be held somewhere in the LA River, with the statement saying “We will abide by all rules of Dornie Rumbles--no touching of the hair or face.” No commentary has been issued by either side.
Konoha Constabulary police today arrested fifty two individuals attending the Konoha Comiket, an annual science-fiction convention held in that County. The individuals, arrested on various charges including disorderly conduct, assault, and jaywalking, belonged to two groups of fangirls--the National Socialist Japanese Animation Appreciation Society, and the local chapter of the Citizens Raging Against Powermongers, who happened to be browsing the dealers' hall.
*image cuts to Konoha Constabulary policeman, dressed in a manner similar to RL Japanese police officers. He’s behind a podium, and clearly not enjoying the cameras or the task ahead*
“The fifty two individuals were arrested engaging in a brawl, using fists, knives, and what appeared to be a mixture of small arms, ranging from Kalashnikovs to lasguns and even a live proton torpedo launcher. The cause of the brawl….Jesus, I can’t even believe I’m saying this….was over whose favorite bishie was cuter with cat ears.”
*Cop can be heard muttering under his breath about not being paid enough as he opens a flask of Everclear and downs it in one go. Gracie speaks again*
Reports indicate that multiple individuals were injured in the fight, and tens of thousands of Dornie Dollars worth of expensive cosplay armor and garage kits were destroyed in the melee. Said Attorney Kyle Hersch of Hersch and Associates, representing the members of the NSJAAS:
“Look, while my clients engaged in conduct some may find objectionable--I’m not sure if insulting someone’s heritage was necessary--I find it hard to believe that spraying someone with Cheez Whiz and using doujins as a shield qualifies as battery in a criminal context. Besides, everyone knows that Johan from the series Mecha Defenders Doomsday is clearly the cuter bishie when you put cat ears on him. Suck it, assholes.”
In a major development for the young County of Nickopolis, Tyrol City is hosting the 1st Annual Power Armor Show in the County Arena. The Power Armor Show, much like others of its ilk, has seen a large number of attendees show up for what can be best described as a three-day celebration of all things power suit, ranging from competitions for “Most Distinct Custom Paint Job” to power armor footraces and feats of strength.
Said organizer Michaela Roxas, head of the New Counties Power Armor Society:
*Image cuts to a catgirl in front of an old timey T-45 armor suit, customized with gold filligree and so on*
“Yeah, well, this is a big thing, you know? I mean ,you usually have the big shows in Los Angeles and New Leningrad, but I think it’s time we brought some of that goodness to the New COunties, you know?”
*cuts to b-roll footage of various power armor suit types running about, leaping over and under obstacles, being showed off in style competitions, etc.*
Power Armor shows like this draw competition of all sorts, including some rather unusual characters.
*cuts to images of a group of consisting of a mixture of 50’s greasers and rougher-looking bikers aping the outlaw look, next to suits of T-51 power armor painted with garish flame paint jobs with a logo prominently on the chest--an angry duck-looking creature kicking a stick figure in its privates and holding a Tommygun in its hands, firing wildly in the air. The logo says, “Platypus Empire, PAC." A central figure stands in biker gear, leaning next to a particularly mean-looking suit of armor. He looks strangely like Henry Winkler, and even talks like a certain TV show character.*
“Yeah, we’re here because we wanna represent the Platypus Empire, ya got that? The Empire don’t care who you is, as long as you’re cool--and not a square. Squares ain’t got a place here in the Empire. Otherwise? Platypus don’t judge. You got a hot suit? We can help ya make it hotter. Observe.”
*Guy walks up to power armor suit which is malfunctioning. There’s a biker dude next to it, and he thanks the guy talking to the camera for showing up, mentioning something about ‘power feed couplings’ and ‘misaligned framework.’ The Winkler lookalike nods, and motions for the guy to get back. Walking to the back, he elbows the armor suit forcefully, and sticks in a fresh Fusion Core.*
“Try that.”
*Biker gets inside the suit, which works just like new. As the man profusely thanks the Winkler lookalike immensely, he smiles at the screen*
“I got the magic touch, ya know? Trust me. Chapter-Master Donny Bukowski don’t lie. Lyin’s for squares.”
*Image cuts to Gracie Liang*
“The Power Armor show is expected to run until Sunday.”
*Image cuts to a sobbing woman in a wood-paneled office, next to a man in what looks like an uncomfortable powered exoskeleton, with attachments clearly meant to compensate for missing limbs. The woman bawls, as if to curse the air in a gesture which makes milking the giant cow seem calm.*
“I sure hope this lawyer can help us. I’m tired of lawyers that always promise the moon, and barely can get you a cloud! Will someone help my husband find justice, and get the money we deserve from our insurance company!? WHAT DID WE PAY THEM FOR!!!!?”
*A door in the room opens. The woman turns to it. We don’t see who it is, until a figure leaps dramatically onto the desk. It’s a kobold, of the friendlier Dystean persuasion. He is wearing a fedora, and an appropriately sized business suit. He bows, tips his head, and shouts!*
“Lawbold! Justicebold! Faircompensationbold!”
*The woman’s mood brightens considerably, and she embraces the lawbold heartily, partly because darnit, he’s so adorable in that suit.*
“Thank you, Lawbold!”
*Image then cuts to a picture of the same lawbold, pointing to the screen. He speaks in excellent Common.*
“If you’re a lawbold like me, you know oppression when you see it. You know injustice when you see it. Whether the injustice is being done by racist gnomes or insurance companies that see you as a number, you need a goodbold on your side when bad things happen. With Lawbold, Lawbold and Epstein, you’ll get goodbolds, and then some. Because you come first.”
*Contact information flashes by, as do disclaimers*