Story: Megatokyo: Gameworlds (all chapters)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Megatokyo, they all belong to Fred Gallagher. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. lol

Megatokyo: Fail Condition

Piroko smiled innocently as she adjusted the ribbon at her throat, her hair safely tied up out of the way by two hair clips. Walking beside her Largo looked about them warily, his boy’s uniform looking awkward on the taller reddish brown haired boy.

“Relax,” Piroko hissed to him under her breath, “you’re going to give us away before we reach our objective.”

“Th3r3 is much 3vil h3r3,” Largo looked around warily at the crowd of boys and girls that they were trying to blend in with.

Piroko grit her teeth in annoyance. “Come here,” she firmly hauled Largo aside from the milling crowd. “What’s the objective?” she asked grimly.

“To go rescue the chixor,” Largo conceded reluctantly, his unique stalk of hair standing up and to the side.

“And what gets us the high score?” Proko pressed him, looking up at the taller boy with a no nonsense expression.

Largo reluctantly added, “Minimum casualties to NPCs.”

“Exactly,” Piroko nodded with satisfaction as she said, “so restrain yourself and we may just win this thing.”

“AIEEEEE!” a girl cried out in alarm, making both of them jerk in alar,

“Then again,” Piroko said as they both bolted down the sidewalk towards the screams, “maybe not.”

“Zombies!” Largo roared as they saw the black clad figures swarming over the students, fighting to get to a single girl.

“Get away,” the brown haired girl being attacked club a man with her school bag, then surprisingly kneed another painfully.

“You know what I said about restraining yourself?” Piroko said as she drew her pistol from a concealed holster in her school uniform.

“Yes?” Largo asked with a wolfish grin.

“Forget about it,” Piroko aimed and fired, dropping a black masked man in a burst of red. Fighting against the tide of fleeing students they reached the enemy even as Largo whipped out a fearsome looking shotgun.

“D13,” Largo fired, exploding a foe back and making a gap to reach the target of the attempted kidnapping.

“Thank you,” the light brown haired girl blinked, smiling greatfully as Piroko gently helped her up from where one of the attackers had managed to knock her down. She wore the same school uniform as Piroko, but a length of black ribbon had been tied n her long hair.

“No problem,” Piroko said calmly as she fired her pistol again, stopping another enemy from closing even as Largo went berzerk nearby, blasting away at the enemy gleefully. She looked around them, a van nearby releasing more of the black clad figures as she frowned, “We’ve got to get out of here...”

“The school?” the girl suggested, staying close by Piroko’s side.

“Better than nothing,” Piroko agreed. Raising her voice to be heard over shotgun blasts, “Largo! We’re going.”

“Right,” Largo answered with a smile as he fired one handed into a attacker then hurried to follow them.

“Who are you?” the young woman asked as they hurried through the gates towards the now evacuated building.

“Piroko,” she answered as she shouldered the door open, looking down both sides of the hall to see if it was clear, “my partner is Largo.”

“Yuriko,” the young woman said, giving Piroko a greatful smile.

A faint blush colored Piroko’s cheeks, then she shook it off. “Nice to meet you,” she answered, “let’s hope we can get you out of this.”

“I sense 3vil here,” Largo frowned as he followed them in.

“The game tips say they can’t attack us in the school office or library,” Yuriko informed them seriously, “there’s power ups there too.”

Largo looked at her in surprise, “You’re no NPC.,”

Yuriko smiled slightly as they headed down the hall, “Never said I was.”

“Heh,” Piroko actually found herself smiling in amusement at the faintly disgusted look on Largo’s face.

Largo kicked the outer office door open with a single kick, the three hurrying in to search the room. “Ah ha,” he declared, finding ammo and food in one of the desks.

“Not the most realistic of scenarios,’ Yuriko looked amused.

“True,” Piroko collected a share of food and ammo. She looked at Miho curiously and asked, “Are you armed?”

“I’m not alowed to be,” Yuriko said with some regret, “my character type can’t equip weapons other than items at the school.”

“Suxor,” Largo said with a frown.

“Well, our job is to get you out of here,” Piroko said with a reassuring smile, “and we’ll do our best for you.”

“Thank you,” Yuriko flashed one of those small smiles again.

“We need the high ground,” Largo pointed out seriously, “or to get out of this building. The zombies will be coming again soon.”

“Zombies?” Yuriko asked.

“Those goons that attacked us,” Piroko said briskly. “Let’s go,” she lead the way out of the office into the hallway, looking about warily.

“This way,” Largo led the way to the left.

“Wait, we need to check the map,” Piroko said as she followed, Yuri behind her.

“Wait, this leads towards the cafeteria,” was all that Yuriko managed to get out before another group of black clad men appeared.

“Bad guy central?” Piroko asked with remarcable calm.

“Yes,” Yuri said as the enemy charged.

“Know ph34r,” Largo roared as he fired his shotgun, sending one enemy reeling away to block a few others.

“He fights like a maniac,” Yuriko swung her book bag to clobber a attacker in the face, “but he’s really quite good, isn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t be fighting beside him if he wasn’t,” Piroko said as they did a fighting retreat, both she and Largo laying down suppression fire.

Just then another group of men in black appeared to block them off, this time carrying guns too. They raised them to fire, Piroko saw where they were aiming and responded without thinking, shoving Yuriko behind her.

“Piroko!” Yuriko cried out as she was shot.

Seeing her life points spiralling downward Piroko knew she was done as she collapsed to the floor, Yuriko kneeling down beside her. “Why did you...?” Yuriko demanded, looking tearfully into her eyes.

“S’posed to prot’ct,” Piroko managed, “sor’y we c’ldn’t.”

“More coming,” Largo growled, “what I wouldn’t give for a respawn point.” He and Yuriko fought valiantly but in the end there were too many, and finally they were brought down.

GAME OVER

Sitting in a apartment in Tokyo a dark purple haired girl frowned at the screen as her character Yuriko died, her expression pensive. “Those two,” she murmured, black ribbons entwined in her hair, “I wonder who were they?”

Tracking the IP addresses she found a US location, and a bit more work gave her a rough idea of their online identities. The quirky tall boy seemed to be a real male and almost always played under the name Largo, often in Quake and other first person shooters.

The other operated under Piroko, Pirogeth and other variations, and seemed to be more of a enigma. No gender was listed, no photos, just a character description. She played in Quake like Largo, but also in role playing games and other communities. A recent game she has signed up to was called ‘Endgames.’

“Well, Piroko,” Miho murmured as she registered a player character for Endgames, “I can’t wait to play with you again.”

End

Notes: This is based off a piece of art called Megatokyo: Fail Condition, posted on the Megatokyo site. The idea of them ‘failing’ came from the title of the pic, and I liked the idea of this being a early encounter with you-know-who.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Megatokyo or the Grand Theft Colo Omake, they all belong to Fred Gallagher. I’m just borrowing them like the dojin makers do, and plan to return them just a bit worse for wear.

Grand Theft Colo: Just another Day

Gunfire rang out in the streets of Tokyo, but then again, there was always guns going off there somewhere. Piroko leaned around the corner they were taking cover behind, her gothic lolita clothes swirling around her as the blonde calmly fired at their opponents.

“Give it up, you little hos!” Fro-daddy Largoshin yelled, his massive afro and seventies clothes making him stand out in the mad Shinjuku mob. Still, despite his foolish looks he used his pistols like a pro, helping keep them pinned down.

“You know, Sugardrop” Himiko noted mildly as she brought her Benelli up and fired from her spot beside Piroko, “They’re actually beginning to annoy me.”

“They did that to me a while ago,” Piroko said dryly.

“Hey Lollipop, wanna come play?” Pimp Dom welled, his black hair styled in a rediculous looking pompadour.

“No,” Piroko leaned over to take a few more shots, wishing he’d stick his head above cover for just a moment.

“Which one do you want, then? Largo or Dom?” Himiko asked calmly.

“I get to pick?” a slight smile teased Piroko’s lips.

“I always take care of my girls,” Himiko answered softly as she reached out to stroke Piroko’s fair white skin.

Piroko smiled, “Largoshin, then.” Her eyes narrowed a bit, “He still owes me for losing the server Makoto-rin.”

Himiko reloaded as she rose, her tight skirt hugging her hips as she purred, “Then let’s do this.” Little jacket flapping as she moved she and Piroko burst from cover, both laying down suppression fire as the few innocent bystanders raced to safety.

The streets of Shinjuku are a crazy place, one where the only law is maintained by a gun and the strength to stand up for yourself. Rival gangs roamed the streets freely, staking out their territories and watching out for their own and unleashing bloody vengeance on those that dared to cross them.

Oince upon a time Fro-daddy Largoshin had attempted to steal a valuable server named Makoto-rin, then foolishly ventured through Himiko’s territory. Making a snap decision she and Piroko had attempted to liberate Makoto-rin for themselves, but Fro-daddy Largoshin had proved a more dangerous opponent than expected and the server escaped.

“Yo, wait just a mo, babe,” Fro-daddy Largoshin said weakly a few minutes later, his exo-armor a smoking ruin and his famous fro ruined.

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” Piroko said as she fired, capping him in the head with a ruthless sort of efficiency.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Himiko gleefully fired as Dom tried to crawl away from her, splattering the street with red blood. Looking up she sweetly asked her partner, “You done with yours, hon?”

“Yeah, he’s down for now,” Piroko agreed as both women walked away from the bloody scene, the onlookers gazing at them with fear and rspect.

Of course, Fro-daddy Largoshin and Pimp Dom would both be back eventually, the respawn points set all around the city would see to that. However a temporary death was enough to satisfy both women, at least for now.

“You got splattered again,” Himiko noted disapprovingly as they strode away, soon disappearing into the crowded streets.

“I know,” Piroko smiled slightly as she note the blood staining her dress so artistically, “but I rather like it.”

“It does look good on you,” Himiko agreed, drawing the girl close in a one armed hug, brushing her lips across Piroko’s cheek.

As they passed the street corners certain girls would nod respectfully, members of Himeko’s network of girls. Some were street walkers, others runners for the bookies in the neighborhood, others running the gambling parlors and brothels, but all of these ladies answered to Himeko and her partner Piroko.

“Hey, you two!” A voice called, “Hold it right there!”

“You want me to...?” Piroko covertly went for her pistol as they turned towards the direction the voices were coming from.

“No,” Himiko put a steadying hand on her arm, “I think our friends are just here for their weekly bribe.”

“I’d still like to shoot them,” Piroko murmured coldly.

Erica Hayasaka was a police lieutenant, high enough in rank that the tall, brown haired woman had learned exactly how the world really worked. She along with her young protege Yuki were the law here in Shinjuku, however little there actually was, and the local criminals all knew to keep her happy.

“Been busy I hear,” Erika noted, the taller woman looking down at them both with a slight smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Yuki noted, a pice of straw dangling from between her lips as she crossed her arms in front of her in a confrontational way.

“Just a little discussion,” Himeko waved it off.

Yuki snorted loudly. A faint smile tugged at Erika’s lips, “I doubt Fro-daddy Largoshin would describe it that way.”

Piroko’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Oh?”

Yuki made a soft fearful noise, quickly moving to hide behind Erika. Everyone knew about the deadly enforcer Piroko, about her fatal temper and nearly perfect kill record. If she decided you were dead you would die, it was all just a matter of time.

Erika just smiled, her own rep on these streets nearly as good as Piroko’s. “You did good work,” she noted, “the Fro-daddy has had that coming for awhile.”

Himiko smiled in her most charming way as she asked, “So what can we do for you on this fine day?”

In a almost self mocking way Erika said, “Well, we’re collecting money for the police benevolence fund...”

“The customary amount?” Himiko asked as she drew out a envelope from a pocket in her stylish dress jacket.

“Thank you,” Erika took it and calmly tucked it away into her uniform. Noting that Piroko had moved off a bit, watching their surroundings she asked, “Does Piroko... ever do work like your other girls?”

“You mean as a date?” Himiko asked, a smile teasing her lips. “I wouldn’t have thought she was your type.”

“She isn’t my usual type,” Erika admitted quietly, “but there’s... something about her.”

“I’ll ask her,” Himiko shrugged, “I can’t promise anything.”

“Good enough,” Erika said as she collected her mildly stunned partner and headed off.

Piroko returned to her side in a soft rustle of black skirts. “What was that about?” she asked as they set off once more.

“Erika would like for me to arrange a date with you,” Himiko noted with barely concealed amusement.

Piroko raised a single eyebrow, “Not interested.”

“She is attractive,” Himiko noted as they moved through the crowds.

Piroko shrugged slightly as she answered, “There’s only one woman I’m interested in, and that’s you.”

Himiko drew them aside from the crush, the two women standing at the mouth of an alley. She stroked Piroko’s hair tenderly as she drew her close, “Me too.” The kiss that followed was both tender and lingering, promising later passion.

“I knew I’d find you too somewhere around here,” Fro-daddy Largoshin growled as he staggered out of the crowd.

“Doesn’t know when to quit does he?” Himiko asked as she drew her benelli.

“Nope,” Piroko drew her own pistol, both women ready to fire.

BLAM!

End

Notes: Based on the Megatokyo omake “Grand theft Colo” reimagined as a games world. Implied lesbian/bi for Piroko, Himiko and Erika, more or less, and all drawn from my overactive imagination.