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You are Shinji Ikari... No, let's start again, you are a Shinji Ikari...
“As of 12:30 PM today, a special state of emergency has been declared for the Kanto and Chubu regions surrounding the Tokai district.” The woman’s recorded voice is tinny through the receiver, “All residents must evacuate to their designated shelters immediately. *Click*. Due to the state of special emergency, all lines are currently unavailable. Please try again later. The cost of your call has been refunded. *Click*.”
You hang up the phone, stumbling back in shock. You were... you were doing something... somewhere else... you remember having rough sex with Asuka, but then you do that a lot... something vast... lying on your back, a hazy band of red light across the night sky... your mother? a mother, certainly, a warm, maternal embrace enfolding you... there's a vague memory of Rei, speaking to you, uncharacteristically direct and forceful, but as you try to hold on to it, examine it, it fades, evaporating like morning mist under the sun...
You look around the empty plaza. You recognize it, of course. Tokyo-3, just outside the mainline railway station. Absolutely deserted, a ghost town...
For a moment, you think you see Rei, a little way off, seemingly floating above a road, wearing a school uniform for some crazy reason. You prefer more exciting and revealing costumes, like a bunny girl or a French maid, but it'll do. Startled by a distant, loud boom, a flock of birds on a telephone line takes off, the noise of screeching and wings fluttering drawing your eyes to them for a moment. You blink, return your attention to the street, and then there's nothing there. If there ever was.
'What the absolute fucking fuck is going on?'
On edge, heart racing, you start to walk across the open space, your feet subconsciously leading you home. When you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the windows of a nearby store, you stop again, staring in amazement. It's you... fourteen-year-old you! You snort in disgust at your skinny frame, shapeless haircut, boring clothes. You, before you discovered the true meaning of life: getting your dick inside a tight, squealing bitch as often and as brutally hard as possible.
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You're snapped out of your stupor by another boom, closer this time. Then, the continuous whistle and rumble of heavy ordnance. An eerie shriek, echoing back and forth down the canyon formed by the tall buildings. You turn around, confused, trying to work out which direction the sound is coming from.
Down a long vista between the skyscrapers, emerging from a valley with thunderous footsteps, you see the giant figure of Sachiel, the first Angel you fought. It slowly shambles forward, arms swinging loosely, a cloud of Heavy Fighter VTOLs swarming around it.
Seeing it from ground level, right here in the centre of Tokyo-3, rather than from inside an Evangelion, gives you a new appreciation for how unbelievably huge it is. 'Shit! If... fuck... what's going to happen now, where are the Evas? Who...? Is... what...'
A group of cruise missiles pass directly over your head with a roaring woosh, swerving up before detonating around it in bright explosions. The Angel hunches down, staggering slightly as the VTOLs also unload a heavy barrage of missiles at it. It turns, reaching out with one lanky arm. You’re in a perfect position to view the lance inside its arm shoot out, propelled by a pinkish light, smashing into one of them. The falling fighter tumbles out of control, towards you, careening off an office block, slamming into the ground, bouncing once, landing almost right in front of you with a loud crash, before you can even twitch a muscle to get out of its path.
Sachiel leaps, a shock wave radiating out from it, scattering the remaining VTOLs in all directions, landing on the broken wreck with a crunch, its fuel tank igniting. You uselessly fling up your hands in front of your face, feeling the heat of the flames, smoke still billowing from a mangled engine. The Angel wails again.
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There's a squeal of tires, as a familiar blue Alpine A310 drifts around in a tight turn, coming to a halt at the kerb right beside you. The passenger door swings open.
“Sorry, didn't mean to keep you waiting.”
“Misato!” you shout, incredibly relieved at seeing a familiar figure, the creepy atmosphere of the evacuated city unsettling you more than you like to admit, even before this sudden, explosive violence. You hastily leap into the vehicle, flinging your bag into the back seat, struggling out of your backpack while she drives in reverse, looking over her shoulder.
Accelerating hard, the car barrels through a cloud of dust, just avoiding Sachiel’s stomping foot. She turns the steering wheel sharply, slamming on the brakes, quickly switching into forward gear as the front swings around, expertly executing a J-turn.
As you gain a little distance, you look back, seeing another rapid-fire barrage of rockets impacting the Angel, then an enormous missile - almost as long as its torso, which Sachiel meets with a punch, crumpling it before it detonates, the whole scene disappearing in a blinding explosion.
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It's Misato Katsuragi, no mistake, but her face seems slightly younger, a few years, perhaps. Which makes sense, as much as anything does in this crazy situation. The same, absolutely banging body, her buxom figure squeezed into a tight, black dress.
As she heads for the GeoFront, your heart gradually stops racing, and you start to take stock of your situation. First off, an Angel is marauding around Tokyo-3. Worse, Asuka is probably still in Germany, and also fourteen. But it's going to take at least a year to get into shape to give her the unbelievably savage pounding she deserves. Your mouth starts to curl into a smile which would absolutely terrify anyone who was in a position to see it, as the potential dawns on you. You thought you did a number on her last time around. But, with four years to prepare... Gods... your mouth goes dry at the possibilities... Off the Over The Rainbow and straight into your sex dungeon for a thorough brainwashing, just for a start... You shift uncomfortably in your seat with a sudden, stiff, throbbing erection...
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[ ] Don't get in the robot. (warning: may lead to bad end)
[ ] Get in the robot.
[ ] Negotiate with Gendo Ikari before getting in the robot.
- write in details.
[ ] Something else.