Episode One: The Big Star Versus the Tyrant Lord?!

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Who: Master Big Star, Usagi, Pleinair, Same, and Overlord Baal.
What: Meeting between Master Big Star and Overlord Baal.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Overlord Baal's Attendance Haal. Yes, 'Haal' like 'Baal'.

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[the_nether_mods]

"Thank you, Usagi!" The stuffed shark replies once the television cuts from the bunny to him. The attendance hall is enormous and every inch is furnished with the most expensive-looking and Gothic-like (as in the art style, not the modern day social group) decorations possible. Same is alone in the enormous room, save for the zombie holding the video camera

[bigstebowski]

From the far end of the attendance hall comes a golden and purple blur of sparkles and speed; the cameraman attempts to focus, but it's not for a while until Master Big Star's figure is clearly visible. He is riding the back of a once feral Mystic Beat he had tamed days prior, like a general riding a horse into battle

[the_nether_mods]

The camera shifts away from Master Big Star and to the activity near the ceiling. Purple thunder and energy crackles and with an enormous bolt crashing into the floor of the hall, the infamous Overlord appears.

The horns on his head and shoulders nearly reach the ceiling of the attendance hall, which is well more than several stories tall. His right hand is wrapped in his heavy cape, which is so long that it pools on the floor. The demon of demons stands silently; were it not for the slight movements suggesting breathing and the flexing of muscles, viewers may mistake him for a statue.

The burning red eyes behind a veil of darkness target his guest, waiting.

[bigstebowski]

Master Big Star is silent as well. He keeps his composure, making it seem as though he is simply waiting for his host to say the first word; however, he is momentarily taken aback by the reality of the situation. Baal aura--his mere presence--added hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of weight to the air. Surges of fear, reluctance, and regret hit him; the thought of retreat passes through his mind fleetingly.

The greatest mark of a leader is to make the hopes and dreams of others a reality. A leader's roll is to make zero percent into one-hundred percent. A leader's roll is to face down cold, harsh reality with an unwavering eye!"My, my, my." Master Big Star smiles wider, looking Baal right in the eyes. "You are even larger than the dearly departed dean. Quite impressive, Tyrant Lord