Talk:Oomukade/@comment-26376061-20160731211403

You have been best friends with an Oomukade and a Kejourou for many years. One day, you are at the arcade, checking out some of the new VR gear created by Necro Inc. Suddenly you are pulled out of the RPG you're playing, and dragged somewhere by the Kejourou. With her cheeks redder than a blushing Oni, she confesses. "I love you." She kisses you. While this is happening, the Oomukade is watching from behind an arcade cabinet.

A few days later, you wake up...in a basement. Tied to a chair. The Kejourou is tied up as well, still in tranquilizer induced dreamland. The door opens, revealing the Oomukade. "Oh, you're awake! The tranquilizer must have worn off...anyway, I was just about to set up. Sit tight." She walks towards a table, and sets down...a variety of sharp objects. Scissors, knives, shavers, and about a dozen other implements. "I was thinking that she needed a trim. And after I'm done...well...I've got a whole day planned for us...romantic dinner, an hour or two in VR, just the two of us. You'll enjoy it. And I'll enjoy what I'm about to do to the girl who STOLE you from me." She says this cheerfully, but her eyes are like a broken doll's. She picks up the scissors.

WDYD?