As well as the students of Estresey Academy within the game, a few other combatants made their presence known, with no receipt.
In the midst of the tense stand-off between two factions, a girl sharply yelled at another group, "All of you look the same!" The air thickened as the factions exchanged piercing stares. Suddenly, a bold member from the opposing side stepped forward, fire in their eyes, and defiantly declared, "Derp derpy! That's the point!! Unity!!"
"You have no unity, and you are a fake fan! You don't even keep up-to-date with the drip Ashlyn throws out. A real fan would buy her latest outfit the second it comes out!"
A clear division existed among Ashlyn's fans. One faction, inspired by Ashlyn's campaign for recycling, donned clothing made from plastic bags and bin liners. Ashlyn was all about recycling and more fun stuff. Sure, there were hiccups with products like plastic undies and those plastic face masks during a wild flu outbreak. But the plastic dresses and onesies were total hits.
On the opposing side, fans proudly sported the recently endorsed fox-girl towel outfit, a creation Ashlyn had promoted on her page just yesterday. Within this group, some were quick to mock those lagging behind in fashion trends, suggesting they had yet to transition to this new and stylish outfit.
One of the men stepped forward, parading in a plastic shopping bag with the shop logo displayed on its bottom." The bag he was wearing read "Bradley's Meaty Mirth." With authority, the person wearing said bag announced, "You can wear anything in the land of VR, and 'this'"—he gestured toward his towel with the fox girl on it, then pointed at one of the towel bearers and said—"is what you decided to wear?! This monstrosity?"
Undeterred, the fox-girl towel wearer grinned, confident in her response. Swiftly, the towel guy countered, "You've outed yourself! You said Ashlyn's outfit was a monstrosity, the outfit that millions of people have worn, and every eBunnee viewer heard it! You've just revealed yourself as a fake fan to them all."
Girl Number Numeral stepped forward with determination, seeking to uphold her faction's honour. Her gaze pierced the individual who accused others of being fake fans. She asserted, "This ghastly towel... Ashlyn never actually wore this, you phony! So, zip it! Some forgettable amnesiac girl wore it. Ashlyn simply posted it!"
A girl wearing shades, just like Ashlyn, from the towel side, entered the engagement and said, "I would say, let's throw this rubbish away, but it looks like this trash bag is already full."
Another guy stood clad in a plastic bag showcasing Cheapo's Toys and Junk-tiques, complete with a rocket ship and a teddy bear. He gestured towards the men in towels and remarked, "I like that towel... does it come in men's?"
The girl in shades quickly retorted, "It's unisex, you fool... one size fits all."
Girl Number Numeral quickly added, "You mean, one size fits...
A B S O L U T E L Y no one!"
"In the grand arena of the elite, behold an epic clash! Yet, you approached the battlefield unarmed, devoid of strategy to claim victory. You, puny girls, stood against us, the embodiment of masculinity, of mighty men! The bearer of the Cheapo's Toys bag proclaimed, 'What is meant is an epic battle of the elite.' With unwavering confidence, he extended a hearty pat to the Bradley's Meaty Mirth bag-wearing warrior. Today, the saga unfolds, and your feeble resistance shall crumble before the might of true champions!"
The shades girl wasn't letting anyone else a chance to speak. "You believe I'm weaponless?! Ha! You silly, silly foolish FOOLS! You have no idea of the power we hold in our hands!" She glanced at her cohorts with a wicked grin, subtly indicating that she could use some support. In perfect sync, the crew, clad in fox-girl attire, communicated with Ms. Shades via menus on their VR headsets. They controlled and navigated by pressing one button to engage and using wrist movements to navigate through the menus and type.
The bag lookers looked on, unsure of what the towel crew was doing. Were they summoning a demonic beast from the underworld, or were they planning to cause a massive flood or earthquake? After 10 minutes of waiting, impatience started to grow among them.
One of the girls from the towel side, wearing a pink wig with bangs styled backwards, moved some hair out of her face and said, "I've done my part. I've disliked all of Bradley's videos."
Another voice spoke up, "Who is that guy with the black hair and the tats? I couldn't find his eBunnee profile to dislike all his videos." The shades girl said, "If you can't find it, he is probably a nobody, so not worth the effort." She continued, "The guy with the green bag has a family that owns a plant store. I had to leave a bad review because," she gave a subtle wink, "the plant tried to bite me and attack me!"
The tattooed guy just grunted and stepped forward. He was not wearing a plastic bag but, instead, was wrapped in transparent Saran Wrap.
The Bradley's Meaty Mirth guy grew annoyed. "So this is how you want to play?! You do not want to play this game."
"Does your family own Meaty Mirth? You do know it's synthetic meat and not made from actual chicken, right? And it tastes like something from another world... a world where there's a little town called 'Flavourless,' and it sells this plastic muck."
"They do. And Flavourless? Never tread those grounds before." The Bradley's Meat guy rummaged for an overly long time in the bag he was wearing, all over the front and side. Then he said, "Aha!" and pulled out a piece of chicken, put it right inside his mouth without hesitation, and started chewing. "Tastes good to me, hun. Now, let's prepare for a counterattack; we must!"
The fox-girl, towel-wearing crew let out a collective "Pfft," and the girl in shades said, "What could you possibly do?!"
"We..." the green-bag guy said, "...are going to add googly eyes to all your photos on eBunnee! Every last one of them; none of you will be spared!" In perfect unison, everyone on the bag-wearing side erupted into a sinister chorus of "Muahahaha ah!"
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