It isn't UmammeumeFFS.

It isn't UmamyouumeFFS.

It's UmamusumeFFS.

Happy half-aniversary!

Q&A, you know what to do!

“They finally dealt with the Abno, eh?”

The child wandered through the empty halls of Lobotomy Corporation, looking around at the bodies laying around the floor.

It was a bloodbath, gore strewn everywhere.

“Y.M.I.”

“Yeah, yeah... I know I missed the fight. Was dealing with some other bastard, give me a break. Stupid Welfare Team... Need you guys always point out the obvious?”

The child rolls her eyes, annoyed. Her job had her running around the whole facility all the time, which was getting a bit tiring. At least she got to kick some monster ass every so often.

She turns her attention to the bodies before her. It was a disgusting sight, and yet she didn’t mind it. If anything, she liked seeing the walls of the facility painted red with blood, finally showing how dangerous Lobotomy Corporation is instead of hiding it behind cleanliness.

“Well, time to clean up... Was getting a little hungry anyway~”

As she begins to make her way over to the corpses, the tendony sledgehammer in her hands begins to chomp, its bloody mouth hungering for the taste of meat.

“Yes, yes, I know you guys are hungry! I shouldn’t keep the dead starving, now should I?”

It makes quick work of the bodies, not even leaving a single drop of blood behind. The child feels energy enter her through the handle, slowly healing her wounds.

“Jeez... Those damn abnormalities, always killing my coworkers. Just keeps giving me more work...”

The lights of the facility begin to flash green. This wasn’t good.

“[WARNING : THE MIDNIGHT OF GREEN IS ABOUT TO BEGIN]”

“[WARNING : THE MIDNIGHT OF GREEN IS ABOUT TO BEGIN]”

The child readied her weapon. She never dealt with this Ordeal yet, so it’s a good time to show her fighting skills off.

Loud, heavy metallic noises come from a nearby hallway, so the child follows the sound towards the opponent. Instead of any robotic entity like she would’ve expected, a massive metal shell found itself in the main department room of the Information Team, a strange, alien cannon in its center.

“The hell is that...?”

Before the child could even strike it, a massive beam of burning light surge from the weapon, turning in a clockwise motion.

The child can’t believe what she sees, but doesn’t care.

All she knows is that she must kill, and so she does so.

She bashes the laser with her fleshy weapon over and over again, pure rage fueling her strikes until the tower is dented, over and over and over again.

Nothing is left but scraps once she’s finally done.

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// This is a future version of Lobotomy E.G.O::Gaze eRice, similar to Lobotomy E.G.O::Lantern and Lobotomy E.G.O::In the Name of Love and Hate Don Quixote, as well as Lobotomy E.G.O::Red Eyes & Penitence and Lobotomy E.G.O::Faint Aroma & Solitude Ryōshū

// The breach at the end of the Lobotomy E.G.O::Gaze story is Mountain of Smiling Bodies, as hinted by the description of the roar, which led to eRice gaining its E.G.O gear

Soooooo... I have an idea for a soon-to-come plot that relates to IDs, but haven't found the right time to post it and it isn't really ready anyways (P.S. I'm also lazy af)

SO, IN THE MEAN TIME, well... You guys got any ideas for IDs that could fit eRice? Can be inspired by IDs or mirror worlds seen in Limbus, could be completely original PM inspired IDs.

Also, please tell why you'd like me to make that specific ID, either cause it fits eRice, or just cause you want it cause it's cool or whatever

Rn, I have Marvelous, LCB, RB, Ring, Claw, Lobotomy EGO::Gaze, and the capstone/bad end ID

Image mostly unrelated

Here I was, only wanting to make a special kind of healing gas or... something, but... uh...

Oopsies?

^(Some time before her arrival in the FFS universe:)

Wind.

All Rice could feel was wind as she stood near the edge of the cliff.

Rushing water sounded in the chasm bellow her as she looked down; she was calm.

This was one of her favorite places to be in before a race, and this time was no different. The Kikuka-Sho was coming up, and Rice couldn't wait, her heart beating in and out of her chest.

"Deep breaths," she told herself. "Deep breaths."

She slowly walked way from the edge, heading back to her dorm room for any last minute preperations.

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Despite all of her doubts, she won.

It was close, but she won.

Despite Bourbon standing in her way, she won.

And she couldn't be happier... until she saw the fans.

No one was smiling, they all looked at her in disgust.

*"*How could she even do that?" "She stole Bourbon's win." "She ruined her career."

Rice didn't understand; did she not play by the rules? Did she really hurt Bourbon that much?

But no, she did as she was told. And then... Footsteps behind her.

"B-Bourbon? W-w-what are you...?"

Bourbon didn't even turn around, didn't look at Rice more than was needed.

"W-wait!" she cried out, but it was already too late. She was gone. Forever.

"... Didn't need her anyway."

She didn't need Bourbon; rivals came and went everywhere, she was sure she'd find one eventually. As long as she had her trainer... Where was her trainer?

She searched everywhere, but... Wherever she was, it wasn't in the building.

Rice, confused, made her way out of the track. People shoved by her, some making sure to push her as they passed.

She heard some of the words they spoke: "demon", "assassin", "monster", each one digging deeper and deeper into her skin.

And there she was, all alone, with no where to go but back to Tracen.

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Her steps were silent, her mind shallow. She wasn't celebrating as she should be, she was just thinking of the people she hurt.

How selfish of her, winning that race. How dare she? DOes she really think that little of her friends, her fans?

She turned into a dark alleyway, deciding on a shortcut instead of the regular path. She recognized the recklessness of it, but couldn't care less.

Her steps resonated on the hard, brick walls of the alley, and then she stopped. The footsteps continued, but she didn't have time to react.

A swift blow to the head was all that was needed to knock her unconcious.

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She didn't know how long it has been. Maybe it was only hours, maybe it was days, maybe even a week; all she knew was that the things that had just happened to her were not to be spoken of... ever.

All she knew was that the bruises were the best things she came out with, at least compared to... the rest.

Pain ran through her softened flesh, every movement more difficult than the last. At this point, even death would be merciful, yet it never came.

There she sat, stuck in a cell, waiting for the light to arrive, to take her away.

All of this, this pain, torture, all because she won some stupid race?

Preposterous. Stupid. Sadistic.

Or maybe this isn't even related to the race. Maybe it's just people who wanted to cause even more harm in this damned world, and a poor, sad uma was all alone that night and decided to take a shortcut.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! W-why did Rice ever think...?"

But her thoughts couldn't stop what happened... what's happening... what will happen.

"They haven't taken off my dress... my racewear... not yet..."

Her eyes hover to the knife in her belt. Lucky for her, it was no prop.

And there she waited, and waited, knowing the kidnapper would arrive soon.

"So, sweet cheeks, had a nice sleep?" he mocked, only to be met with silence.

"Eh, whatever. We got some new clients who wanna hurt that stupid face of yours."

She winced at the thought of it, but still waited, her hand hovering over the dagger.

The anticipation was killing her, but as the man went to drag her by the neck...

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She was free. Free to run away. Free to go back to normal, if that still existed.

But once blood's first shed... It will be shed again.

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Five days.

That's how long it took for her trainer to finally arrive; to show her cowardly mug to Rice again.

"O-oh! Big brother! You're... finally here."

She kept her eyes low, never looking directly at her. She didn't know if it was her feeling bad, or something else, but she hated himher for it.

"... You're running in the Tenno Sho," she said, not even asking about the bruise on Rice's face.

"Racing, the only thing she thinks about. Disgusting."

But Rice knew that, with the hate she faces, finding a new trainer would be impossible.

"Fine. I-I'll race there, but... I can't promise victory."

"... It's better if you lose."

Her heart broke to pieces. Her own trainer, telling her to give up, to fail.

Before she fully knew what she was doing, her hand gripped the handle of her knife: her freedom. She couldn't get herself to draw it out of its sheath.

"... Yes, trainer."

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"Hey, Rice?"

Rice stayed silent, but looked at her trainer.

"I... I'm so, so sorry for..." She sighs. "I want to make up with you, so how about we go to a hot spring?"

"A spa? Really?" Rice didn't know what to say, but she just nodded. "Y-yes, big sister."

They sat in silence, the decision having been done.

Big Sister found a nice spot nearby, and she and Rice walked there. No words were spoken between them, the damage already done.

"... How was your day?" Big Sister asked, to no response.

".............."

"... Okay, fine, go take a shower."

Both temporarily leave to shower and clean themselves before entering the onsen.

Rice takes off her clothes slowly, taking deep breaths as she looked at her glistening skin, the water covering her.

She felt dirty, exposed in such a way despite being alone. Rice massages the bruise in her skin, each one stinging as she touches it.

"Damn it..."

Rice shakes her head. "I can't think about that. I need to... to enjoy this hot spring."

She finished cleaning herself, making sure to wash off all soap from her body.

A final breath is what's heard as she heads to the main area. It was thankfully empty, except for her trainer, sitting nude in the mineral water.

It's a completely normal sight to one in an onsen, and it isn't as if they never visited a hot spring together, but the idea of showing her still-fragile body to someone, even to the person she should trust most, is unimaginable.

Rice felt her heart peak, and slipped away before being seen.

"I can't... I can't..."

She hid back in the shower, sitting on the floor and laying her back against the wall.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum. The sound of her heart beating echoes in her ears, her mind lost in broken thoughts of pain, as she has a panic attack.

Only when big sister fetches her hours later does she finally snap out of it.

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Wind.

All Rice could feel was wind as she stood near the edge of the cliff.

Rushing water sounded in the chasm bellow her as she looked down; she was calm.

This was one of her favorite places to be in before a race, but this time things were different. She didn't want to race the Tenno Sho, despite her trainer's words. She didn't want to cause more hurt, to be punished again for her sins.

"Deep breaths," she told herself. "Deep breaths."

She slowly walked way from the edge, eyes closed.

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The letter was ordinary from the outside, looking like any regular letter, designated to Rice.

She found it in her mailbox, and was scared to open it at first. "Must be hate mail..." she thought, but the more she looked at it, the more she turned it around in her fingers, the more curiosity gnawed at her.

The knife's tip easily opened the letter, which Rice read in her mind:

"Dearest Rice Shower,

We have seen your work revolving around the death of Adam Johnson, the man who took you.

If you'd accept, we would like to offer you a job, an opportunity at more. An opportunity to get revenge.

Please respond to this letter by next week for further information."

"What kind of twisted joke is this?" she wonders. "Why would I... I murder?!"

Promises aren't easy to get out of minds once made, and the idea of revenge... it fueled into Rice's desires.

"No... I can't... I shouldn't..."

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Later that day, Rice stopped at the post office on her way to training, her heart pounding hard into her head as she sent the letter, marking her future forever.

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Cliff. Water. Noise. Wind.

Death. Blood. Trapped. Pain.

Words floated in Rice's head as she stood by the edge of the cliff. The rushing water below reminded her of herself in a way, what can normally be so calm and still a chaotic mess, something capable of killing.

Her... "tasks" have been getting easier by the day. Who knew a slit throat could be so lethal?

Rice made sure to only take on the "right" jobs, assassination of those who took away lives, those who committed grievous crimes. After all, she needed vengeance.

The cliffs presence calmed here nonetheless, an anchor to this world, to racing. After all, today was the Tenno Sho.

Deep breaths she took, before going back to her dorm.

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"I-I'm so sorry!" Rice shouted to the crowd as they booed her. Once more, she killed someone's dream.

McQueen left the track quickly enough, her face covered in tears. Rice wanted to go after her, make sure she was fine, but... but she didn't. Something about this victory, about McQueen's tears... It felt good. Better.

She couldn't help but smile as she made her way out of the racetrack, holding her hands up high.

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The hand was cold as it touched her shoulder.

She didn't want to turn around, scared of who it may be connected to. What they wanted of her.

Rice looked around, and saw no cameras near her, nor could she recollect having seen any nearby. She was, for all purposes, defenseless.

The click of her knife-holder was the only thing indicating any movement coming from her, the roaring of the crowd covering it up. Then, as if by nature, she jammed it behind her, feeling skin, flesh, both torn by the piercing tip of the dagger.

The blood which gushed out led her to believe she must've struck a major blood vessel. Their death was now inevitable, reduced to a matter of when and not if.

She heard the person gasp, a woman if she had to guess by the pitch, and she didn't look back, standing motionless as the realization set in.

Even if it sounded familiar, she didn't look back.

Even knowing who the person was, she didn't look back.

Even hearing the tormented cries of help from her trainer, pleading Rice to find medics., she didn't look back.

Even as she heard big sister take her last breath, betrayal sitting in her eyes, she didn't look back.

Only then did she finally walk away.

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Ten.

The funeral was to be held in ten days.

Mrs. Matoba's family were to be there, as well as her trainee, Rice Shower.

No one knew the cause of death, no one but Rice. No one but the one who pierced her chest. No one but the one with the burning culpability, gnawing at her mind.

Rice still couldn't believe what she did. The sin she committed too big for her mind, killing one of the people who actually still believed in her. Who loved her, cherished for her, tried her best.

She wasn't the best trainer, yes, but she was more than what Rice wanted, and paid the ultimate price.

Despite the guilt, Rice couldn't even think of her trainer.

"They're gonna find me. They're gonna find me."

She repeats those words to herself, over and over.

"I'm gonna be killed. I'm gonna be killed."

Her fear is not of her crime, but what comes after: jail, with a likely death sentence.

"I need... to go to the funeral. If not, I'd look suspicious, and... and..."

And so, her mind is set. She will go to that funeral, and she will pay her respect. What comes after is for her to decide then.

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The time finally passed, the funeral finished.

All that was left in Rice's heart was a deep hole, never to be filled out again, as guilt dragged her down.

"That's that, and this is this, I guess. Finally done with... with that... and her."

"Big Sister, you who were so kind, tainted red by my blade... I'm sorry."

She takes out her knife, still uncleaned from the murder.

"I shall never clean the blade, for it's the only thing left of you."

As the words leave her mouth, the ever-so familiar buzz of her phone distract her: a call from her boss. They made a huge discovery, and needed Rice to come in as soon as possible.

She puts the knife back in its sheath, and hurries over.

"Rice, my darling daughter!"

Mr. Sentaku was an older man, bald with a long, white beard. He's one who'd you'd think too frail to do anything but walk, yet a glimmer of cruelty sat in his eyes.

"I told you to stop calling me that..." Rice retorted, yet she knew an argument with the man could only bring trouble. "So, why'd you call me in? I thought we didn't have a guy to kill for a week."

"Oh, yes, yes." He smiled. "I have something... else planned for you is all~"

He hurried Rice over into a room, which she couldn't help but notice looked like any other tattoo shop.

"You... want me to get a tattoo?"

"Well, of course I do! But not just any tattoo! This one!"

He pulls out a page, where a runed serpent was drawn, its tail in its mouth.

"So... an Ouroboros tattoo." She didn't want to admit it, but the way the snake was drawn made her uneasy. It seemed too powerful for a mere drawing.

"The serpent shall grant you great power, Rice!"

Whatever you say, old man, she thought to herself. He must've gone cuckoo...

She could find no reason to say no to Sentaku, so she sat down in the chair. The gun stung her hand's skin as it inked it, yet she didn't mind it too much.

When it was finally done, she admired it; red like blood, the serpent stared back.

*"*Oo-ooh! It worked! I can sense it!" *said Mr. Sentaku. "*Mind if I test something?"

"Uh..."

"No, of course you wouldn't mind!"

Before Rice could get out of her chair, the old man pulled out a gun, one Rice knew was his prized, golden SAA, and fires a bullet into her head, leaving Rice with only a flash of white and a quick, sharp pain before she dies.

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// This is just a reupload of my eRice lore in order to refresh people's memories, as well as having them all in one, clean post

// Totally, definitely isn't forshadowing that I'm releasing this

Happy Mother's Day, mom!

You're pretty amazing for trusting me, and being there for me all the time! Also, please don't finger me again, and don't shove your ball in my mouth.

... Shit, it's Mother's Day. I could've been a mom already if I hadn't... [MOOD DOWN]

GET OVER HERE, ALL OF YOU!!!

I, EVIL RICE SHOWER, AM ISSUING A CHALLENGE. THE BOSS RUSH BEGINS... NOW!!!

For the arena, it will be its own pocket dimension, think the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. If you wish, however, you may request a specific battleground instead (must be approved first).

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There are multiple different ways you can fight!

The first : Single

As the name suggests, you fight a single ID. Pretty straight forwards.

You choose the ID and suggest why you should fight it, such as power level, a challenge, etc. If your reasoning is good, then go for it! If not, eRice may direct you to a weaker or stronger ID, or just deny outright until you make a good reason.

The second option : Gauntlet

This one is a bit more complicated than the last.

You'll fight a single ID, but once you win the fight, a new one fills its place. It can be in any order of your choice, and between each fights, you will have one of four options :

Healing, which restores all damage you've taken;

Mana reconstruction, which restores whatever form of "mana" you may have, as well as any one-time use abilities and the likes;

Repairs, which repairs your tools and armor if they're broken;

Rest, which fully restores your stamina.

The final option : Hell

All IDs are against you simultaneously. You. Are. Fucked. (Probably.)

No breaks, nothing, just pure instincts and luck. This is very much the hardest mode, and no punches shall be held back. Your goal isn't necessarily to win, but to survive.

This is for the strongest of fighters, or the most reckless. (Also, don't ask how more than one ID can be out at once. Shush, I don't care if this makes no sense.)

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However, this isn't the end! You also get to pick a modifier that will apply to both you and eRice! (You can also try to make a request of your own for custom rules, such as win condition)

None : No modifiers, free-for-all combat. Hell mode is always on none.

Martial : Only basic melee weapons, fists, etc. Only the body is used, nothing magical, which includes E.G.O, stands, and CT.

Gear : The same as martial, but allows for more specialized and powerful armor, weapons, etc., including ranged weapons. This also allows for the usage of E.G.O., but not stands, cursed techniques, etc.

Magic : The opposite of Martial, this one is purely about your arcane abilities. No weapons (unless they are used only for spells such as a magical staff)

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Finally, the opposition! The IDs you shall be facing against! (FYI, all IDs have access to the Roseate Desire, Soda, and Dimension Shredder EGOs)

Base : It's just regular Evil Rice Shower. Partial concept of Civilization and Evil, she's equipped with numerous abilities of her own, as well as her trusty knife.

Marvelous : An alternate form of Rice where she was trapped in the Marvelous Dimension and absorbed its power after numerous years. She's mentally instable, and is incredibly powerful. (Marvelous Evil Rice Shower)

LCB : A Rice who took on the role of Heathcliff in an alternate timeline. Her main strength comes from her nailed baseball bat. (LCB Department Evil Rice Shower)

R.B. : This Rice worked under Ryoshu's Bistro, learning to fight on her own against strong opponents while utilizing her cleaver to its full power. She's also a cannibal, so most humane thoughts are to be ignored by her. (R.B. Sous-chef Evil Rice Shower)

Ring Cubist : Though this Rice may be quite powerful, her love for the arts empowering her brutality, the real star of the show is her "pet". Nebulously There, an aberration of Nothing There, is a powerful WAW abnormality capable of great strength and near-invulnerability to attacks. Its biggest weakness is its slow speed. (The abno is neither considered magical nor non-magical for the sake of the modifiers) (Ring Cubist Student Evil Rice Shower)

Executioner : This Rice has made her way up the ladder and managed to get herself the job of joining the Claw, powerful warriors imbued with serums of various powers: teleportation, healing, and strength. (The serums are neither considered magical nor non-magical for the sake of the modifiers) (Executioner of the Claw Evil Rice Shower)

Lobotomy E.G.O::Gaze: Former employee of Lobotomy Corporation, this Rice Shower's bond with Schadenfreude marks her as a sadistic warrior who's ready for anything. Looking at her violent movements will but guarantee your downfall, however. (The E.G.O gear are neither considered magical nor non-magical for the sake of the modifiers) (Lobotomy E.G.O::Gaze Evil Rice Shower)

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In terms of strength:

LCB ---> R.B. ---> Ring ---> Base ---> Lobotomy E.G.O::Gaze ---> Executioner ---> Marvelous

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Also, a huge thanks to Mark who had the idea of a Gauntlet such as this first, and where many ideas found here were taken from used as inspiration!

Unlike him, however, I can't guarantee even close to the same quality, such as the long, well written responses that were really fucking impressive.

If I missed anything, or you have any questions, feel free to ask!

This community has grown to be a second family to me.

So many people here that I love and cherish, and want nothing but happiness for them.

Everyone here I'd consider my friend, and I just wanted to tell all of you that you're cherished.

RPing with all of you was a lot of fun, and a huge part of my day to day life nowadays. If it weren't for FFS, I honestly don't even know if I'd still be alive today.

This community, for how bad we can sometimes be, is a huge morale booster for me, and I wanted to say thanks.

Despite all of that, I'm sorry to have to announce this, but... I'm leaving.

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Leaving to get choccy milk, that is. Love y'all, mwa!

“We’re not too different, you and I.” 

The child sat with the metallic box she had become close to. Schadenfreude is its name, and she knew almost everything about it. 

The manager seemed to keep sending her to deal with it, just starring at the wall to repress it. It wasn’t the most interesting of tasks, but it was alright. 

Even without looking at it, the child felt the abnormality’s gaze upon her, sending chills down her back. She liked the feeling of fear it instiled into her. 

“Sadistic monsters who don’t like people looking at us. I know you feel it too, the connection.” 

“You’re my best friend here, actually. Only person I feel I can confide my thoughts to.” 

“Plus, it helps that there’s no cameras or microphones in here, just you and me.” 

She didn’t really like any of her coworkers, finding their eyes too judging for her taste. All but one, Ryōshū, whom she shared much of her personality with, but both weren’t the type to stop to chat about feelings and the like. 

So the child bonded with the O-05-76 instead. 

“You know, today wasn’t half bad. Only some small threats breached, nothing too hard to deal with. Your E.G.O gear really came in useful.” 

The manager had entrusted her with Schadenfreude’s gear, which she felt only cemented her relationship to the abnormality. 

The child checked her watch, and sighed. 

“Well, my work’s done. See you in about... An hour?” 

She made her way to the door to leave the cell, when lights blarred red. 

“[WARNING : DANGEROUS ABNORMALITY HAS BREACHED]” 

“[WARNING : DANGEROUS ABNORMALITY HAS BREACHED]” 

“Shit...” 

The child knew too well that this wasn’t just some regular danger. She was in for a real fight, and then she heard it. 

A roar, too monstrous to be human, too human to be monstrous, as if it was some unholy amalgamation of humans, fused together for sadistic purposes. 

She knew that, even if everyone in this facility was dead, she wouldn’t find any bodies laying in the halls, but despite this, she readied her weapon, a long pole tipped with a circular saw blade, and smiled. 

She smiled despite the pain she would feel, the blood she will spill. 

She smiled because this fight will be fun. 

// Fake this is eRice or else I'm sending her to your house at 3am to steal all your cookies

"I just wanted to show my gratittude to everyone here. I baked you all brownies!"

Despite their normal appearance, these are highly concentrated pot brownies.

So they're finally here, racing for you. If you know the cheers, you can join in too. Put your hands together, if you want to clap as we take you through this uma rap!

NT- I mean, Narita Top Road of Team Stardust will be racing with us for the Satsuki Sho, and she's a fierce competitor for the other umas, so beware!

Now, let's jump to the interview!

Question 1 : With the race coming up soon, how are you currently feeling? Stressed? Excited? Maybe a bit of both?

Answer : "I can't lie.. both. Definitely both. A closed registration race, where only the top 6 best of certain past races, get to continue to? Who wouldn't be a little stressed! But at the same time, it's exciting and amazing, to run against other such amazingly strong contenders!"

Question 2 : The Satsuki Sho is 2000 metres long, so calling it short would be quite the lie. How does this make you feel, considering this length which, while not huge, is still quite impressive?

Answer : "Having ran in races that were longer than this, I am very confident I won't have an issue!"

Question 3 : Why should people cheer for you, out of all the other umas racing here? What makes you so special?

Answer : "I don't think I'm any more special than anyone here. And I won't give any reason to cheer for me. All I will say is, my performance this time around will be different. So keep a good eye on me!"

Question 4 : How do you feel about your name being abbreviated to NTR?

Answer : "How is this related to... ..I guess, it's whatever? I'd prefer it if people didn't, but what can you do I suppose."

Question 5 : 200 million dollars are on the line, here. If you were to win, what would you do with that money?

Answer : "Um.. I've never had that much.. so maybe, donate some of it? It'd feel wrong to keep all of it to myself. Oh! Maybe with this, we can finally go on that team hot springs trip!"

PEOPLE OF TRACEN, MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD!!!

I, Evil Rice Shower, am opening a great competition!

THE GREAT EVIL RICE COOK-OFF!!!

You can do this in team, or individually if you'd like, but the rules are as follow! :

- Select a dish. It can be anything of your choice, from a delictable roast turkey to a bowl of cereal! As long as it's capable of being eaten, it counts!

- Once you have your dish in mind, comment it here so that others won't do the same dish (also don't steal other people's dish, that's very rude 💢💢💢)

- When ready for review, make a post describing your dish in great detail! The more info you pack, the better you'll be rated! Uhhh also it would probably help if you pinged me for the dish.

- Once I feel the time is right (probably when all the comments under this post have had a post made about it), I'll pass through the posts and deem top 5 in each category, which will be further shortened into top 3 thanks to your votes!

CATEGORIES

When you make your post and/or comment, add one of the following dish types to your meal as to seperate it into seperate categories. Each groups can have one of each category as part of their meal!

- Appetizer (Starter)

- Soup or Salad

- Main Course (Entrée)

- Dessert

- Beverage (Whether alcoholic or not, both work!)

The winners of this contest will get... checks my pockets About 3 cents and a handful of lint!

Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour!

Rice woke up from her kidnapping, seagulls chirping in her ears, the smell of sea salt filling her lungs.

"W-where am I...?"

She was laying face-first on wooden planks, waves crashing around her. Something grabs her by the back of her shirt, pulling her up. The shrimp-people from the Wellcheers machine were standing around her, this time much more numerous.

"... H-hello?"

Rice looked around her, to find only miles and miles of open sea. Escaping didn't seem to be realistic.

"Height and weight?" asked one of the shrimp people, one whom Rice assumed was the captain. She relunctantly said it.

"Good. So, you're with us for... About a month. That's when we'll go to port and you can leave."

A whole week surrounded by slippery crustaceans. Great. Exactly what Rice wanted.

"Yeah, yeah... whatever..."

Rice knew she'll need to stay alert in order to keep herself safe. For all she knew, they could easily decide to turn her into their next meal.

The first few days went fine. The shrimp people taught Rice how to fish and use fish traps, which she did well enough for their expectations.

Her diet consisted of ramen and stew, each filled with seafood. It was kinda nice, all things considered.

Her days were spent in the sun, followed by rest.

In almost no time, a week had already past, and then another. Time flew by quickly as she joked with the crew, chatted with them. Despite being... Well, monsters, they were quite friendly. Maybe Rice had underestimated them.

She fished everyday, and had fun doing so, cracking open a beer once her work is done. Whales became everyday occurences, and the open sea became her terrain.

Finally, the month was over, and the ship began its journey back to the port. This voyage of hers was about to end, and she felt saddened despite the fact she was excited to see her family and friends once more.