Play with Mad Scientists!

Cornelis Van Damme met the goddess.

Van Damme was experiencing death at that time. One death in the name of heartbreak. The sadness that love ends. It was then that he was thirty years old and had begun to taste the immeasurable damage, and he went on a tour with the goddess.

The presence of the goddess was a shock to Van Damme. He has a sober heart than anyone else, even admits to being a cold, thin person like himself, and wraps it up.

Immediately after a broken heart, there is a cliché that makes it easier to fall in love, but maybe there was that too. His mind was defenseless at that time, but the words and eyes of the Goddess were therefore directly pierced by Van Damme's heart.

Van Damme is aware of his evil, etc. The satanic self was attracted to the goddess and the hilariousness she loved, but the thought could not be stopped. Fearing it would be a secondary victimization of his broken heart, he whispered a word of love to the goddess.

And the devil was bound unto the goddess. Her heart was sober enough to tolerate and accommodate the heart of the devil as well.

She knows Van Damme is the man who makes wealth out of people's good intentions, but she retains it as if she cares less about pranksters.

Atheist Van Damme thinks. Assuming that God was really there, there would be no such thing as a substitute that would never go beyond the realm of the product of a man's clichéd ideas, like that arrogant and utterly dictator who appears in the Bible. Without an uninterrupted, merciful, warm, soft, deep nostalgia, and wise being, we cannot call ourselves God.

Vandamm, who was an atheist, thought at the wedding when the priest made him take an oath before God. It is this woman whom I have chosen - that God dwells in her purifying her own heart, which is the devil.

That was about twenty years ago.

The news show was still circulating some news today. News streamed many times a week on any station show these days.

That day, the news show was even organizing and covering the feature. The screen shows a large crowd marching in rows all over the city. It's called a demonstration march.

The cross sections and placards they list include words such as "protect the planet," "reconcile with nature," "the natural environment is much more important than human civilization," and "drown in cheap and convenient science".

"More and more students seem to be attending Grimm Penis demonstrations these days. What do they think and participate in this activity '

When the narration speaks that way, he thinks he is around twenty years old and the face of a young man with an indescribable face goes up on the screen.

'I don't think the dark cloud development of scientific civilization makes man happy'

Make your eyes sparkle and the youth assure you in a tone that will not precipitate.

"Wow, I wonder where the word of the knowledgeable man could be received"

Midori, who was watching TV while picking up lunch in the living room, whines with a smile.

"I asked them how they felt about continuing to participate in this demonstration"

Narration speaks, the faces of different students appear one after the other, and words flow.

'Cause each of us is acting serious with our own heads!

'Yeah, well, I don't know if I'd be proud of you, but I think we're more conscious and better at using our heads than we are at our age. Fuhihihi......'

'Cause I don't want to be a puppet of society, not having my own thoughts, just being flushed'

Every one of them was a doorman like he ate a man.

"What are you talking about when it comes to puppets?"

Zuo runs his mouth in a frigid manner.

"Grimm Penis seems to have taken in some of the student base by orgging it good while temporarily having a bad reputation because of the other day's assault on the Dream Popus."

and Junko.

"Demos are getting more and more active... and Grimm Penis is getting momentum back..."

Tired sees Junko.

"Later, at this time, Cornelis Van Dam, Chairman of Grimm Penis, is coming to Japan"

"I guess the aim is to inspire students who just took in directly."

Received true words, says Zuo.

"If the top of the organization - it was also inspired by world-renowned outsiders coming to Japan, the effect would be surface. Because the Japanese are weak."

And, Zuo.

"Ababa, and if you're dealing with all those pure hungry ghosts, it's going to be extra effective."

Midori makes a funny laugh.

'What has the rapid development of civilization in neighboring China brought? It must have been self-destruct by pollution, right? The sick, teratogenic children and the dead from pollution continued as a price for the development of scientific civilisation. Is that a happy shape?'

Commentators wielding hot valves in the studio. He, too, apparently, is an ecologist in tune with the idea of grim penis.

"I only grow up because of my failures. Of course it's not a good idea to overdo it, but I don't know if it's a good idea not to overdo it. Whatever the idea, I wonder if it's extreme hitting one axis, and I think running into these extremist ideologies is itself the worst evil of humanity."

He gave a rare and blatantly fed up look for Junko and developed a theory.

That was three days ago.

"Hey Kiyojiro, would you like to be a member of Grim Penis?

Upon leaving the university canvas, Kiyojiro Kujukuri received such an invitation from his friend Seita Ichikawa, who had always been the same as high school college from middle school.

Kiyojiro had a pure and moderate personality, but had no initiative, and neither high school nor university made their own decisions. It wasn't even decided by parents or teachers. It was all invited by Seita, but it remained.

"I've actually been a member of Grimm Penis since yesterday. I also participated in the demonstration. No, that one's gonna burn. I felt like I was part of the protection of the planet, and I was impressed with whether it was the most dynamic or fulfilling."

Seita speaks in an exciting tone, but that emotion cannot be conveyed to Kiyojiro.

"After all, environmental protection is important, and humankind is just a living organism in this natural environment, so you can't unilaterally feed nature. You have to realize that. The benefits of scientific civilization must be lived in harmony with nature."

Kiyojiro wondered whose recipient that was, but didn't say it in front of Suntae, who was in a good mood to talk. Seeing from Kiyojiro's eyes, Seita just seemed to be rising sensibly to the idea of being heard.

"Let's fight together for that. The power of each and every one is important. You should do it too."

"Yeah, fine."

Kiyojiro agrees perfectly, even though he thinks it's frigid.

Kiyojiro has no confidence whatsoever. The future is full of anxiety, and I can't find anything I want to do. I don't sympathize with the idea of grim penis, but I vaguely thought that I wanted something rewarding or worthy of life.

It's a boring day anyway. It was such a mild feeling that there might be such a stimulus in the days of just being flushed and living.

That was two months ago.

Kanagawa Pharmaceutical Buddha City.

Killing is unfolding tonight, especially in that city, which the residents of the back streets call a dark city that bounces.

Since the city of Pharmaceutical Buddha is adjacent to the harbour section, it was a relay point for the overseas mafia and, at the same time, a city serving as a breakwater. A diagram of the conflict between the Japanese society behind it and the overseas forces that are trying to feed Japan has been made possible.

The enemy he is currently fighting is not the Mafia. But it does not change that it is an overseas force.

Brown skin illuminates the lights. I won't forget to stroke my red-brown hair behind me drooling in one room during the intense movement as well.

As he moves, he also dances a choker of leather strings with white fang embellishments. Shortly after the ornament shined white in the light of the light, it abruptly stopped dancing. It was smashed by a bullet that flew in.

"Shit."

Abominably tongue-in-cheek your favorite accessories and look to your enemies.

There is one enemy. One from the beginning.

"This price is going to be high. The big potty."

The man, one of the particularly dangerous strong, designated 'taboo' in the back streets - the viper shrugged looking at his enemies.

"You're a big guy, too, so you're just fine."

With a tall and lovely voice, the woman at the end of Viper's gaze replied.

In a nutshell, she was dressed as a cowgirl. He is wearing a white tengalon hat, strangled with a water-coloured necka chief, and a western shirt with a large cut into his chest, wearing torn coaled jeans. Even more politely strangled to the gun belt, the revolver that fit in the belt is gripped in the right hand and is real, not a crop. Furthermore, on the left hand side, the throwing rope (Lariat) had been turned.

For the record, not all hats worn by cowboys are tengalon hats. It is a kind of nomenclature, in a cowboy hat. But as far as Japanese perception goes, it has become a tengalon hat.

Her appearance doesn't even look adorable, but she will be resistant to calling her beautiful. Anyway, the face has meat on the bread. The body is also very thick, and its upper arm would be thicker than the fat crotch of a poor woman. But the thick arms and legs are covered not only with fat, but with forged muscles.

The woman's name is Catherine Crystal. He is an executive and a warrior of the ecological terrorist Sea Chihuahua.

Viper attempts several approaches today. Immediately afterwards, Katherine's left hand throwing rope is released and she tries to wrap it around the neck of the viper.

Shortly after the shooting took place elsewhere. patterns several times today. There is nothing serious about the bullet being hit, but it seems to contain a powerful solution and is damaged once and for all. The place where the shot was shot is melting out. I want to avoid anything that can be avoided because the damage has accumulated after a few rounds.

But more troublesome than that was Lariat dancing like a creature on Catherine's left.

Once that rope wrapped around the viper's body, the viper swung it off while using one of the trump cards, a long needle. Catherine's power was also considerable, even though she couldn't pull it off with Viper's powers.

"Whoa!?

The part of the rope ring that I thought I had scratched will not return to Catherine's hand, but will show an unusual movement in the air, resting on the viper's neck and instantly tightening it up.

While attempting to untie the restraint with both hands, Viper simultaneously advances with Catherine in mind. This aimed to loosen the rope, but Catherine fired many times with a gun in her right hand, with the viper facing her.

It is received in the head, chest and abdomen, where it is shot dissolves out and the blood blows out. But with his whole body bloody, he bearded an awesome grin, and Viper approached Catherine.

"Wow, I'm gonna fall in love"

Catherine laughs too. Viper's fist creeps me out.

Catherine took the blow of a viper that literally crushed the rock with both hands. Both the gun and the rope remain in the hand.

Shortly after the gun was destroyed, Catherine was moving without flickering at all. Katherine, who has been an offense until now, turns her back on the viper and escapes at a glance.

Viper didn't go after it. Because he was severely damaged himself.

"Damn... it's a sore division. Not at all."

As the adrenaline runs out, it hurts all over my body. I had a particularly bad head bleed. Not visible from the viper himself, but the meat had melted and the skull was exposed to a large extent.

"It's been a terrible thing. But thanks to the fat."

I look at both hands as I run, and Catherine squeaks. With Viper's fist, the bones seemed to be crushed in both hands, but with a simple fracture.

"He was a cool, wild, powerful, dangerous guy inside. Woohoo...... even the enemy, could I have fallen in love? Is this the beginning of a forbidden love?

When he approached me, he remembered the evil face of the viper, and was Catherine, who dyed her cheeks red.

That was two weeks ago.

The white man and woman were facing each other at a luxury café in Italy.

Women are in their twenties. He has an impressive long wavy redhead, wearing a light pink sweater and a dark blue coat. The face remains somewhat obnoxious.

Men look in their fifties. He is in a suit, his eyes open tightly, his mouth is stretched with makeup laughter, and his spine is stretched out. Impressions like vigorous businessmen.

"So, won't you cooperate?

"Why do we have to cooperate -?

To the man's inquiry, the woman inquired in a slightly prolonged tone.

"You are a narrow man at the gates of heaven, who deals in people's good intentions. There is no point in helping such a person. Your wife is such a fine man."

Woman - one of the fixers who cows the world from behind, called Sister, told him in a chilled tone.

"I respect the Wife thing, too. There is still much to learn from her. And I worship you as the only goddess in this reality."

Male - Cornelis Van Dam, president of the environmental protection group Grimm Penis, said without embarrassment in a grand tone, while turning his tenacious grin into a bitter laugh.

"Then why don't you apprentice your wife a little?"

"Hmm. The head of a group of petitioners who preach to me to worship the phantom of God?

"If you fool God, it's a butt pen."

"If you are seriously saying that fooling the phantom is a sin, it is an extremely primitive thought circuit. It can also be called madness. Besides, you and I are doing the same for good intentions. No matter how much you deny it, it just looks the same to me."

"Mm."

In Van Dam's sarcastic rhetoric, Sister swells her cheeks and gently stares at Van Dam.

"We've already declared war on Junko Yukioka. Until one of us perishes, by the way or by the curtain."

Van Damme continues his conversation while thinking of Sister, who looks blatantly dissatisfied, as an inner cutie.

"It is unfortunate that she and you, the enemy, will not ask me out. Can you tell me why you've been judged powerless or simply don't like it? I don't like things that are unclear, and I want to refer to them."

"In both."

Sister answered Van Damme's question clearly.

That was ten days ago.