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we HAVE to keep this up. Pastiches, anyone?
Name 10/02/28(Sun)07:11 No.56256
THE EVANGELION WARRIORS
with suitable apologies to JACK VANCE
Misato Katsuragi sat in her battered blue Alpine, chugging femininely from a bottle of Blue Ruin. At her back rose the gleaming plasteel spires of Tokyo-3; before her spread the ruins of Old Tokyo, with the crater in the center like an old puckered scar. A magnificent blue sky extended overhead; and beneath her feet, below the tires, lay the cracked grey pre-Impact concrete of the pavement. Misato Katsuragi sipped her breakfast and pondered the psychological dossier of the Third Child, describing a condition barely distinguishable from suicidal depression.
She had been perhaps too trusting with her allegiance. A few months previously... |