"Now you know the rules, players are free to challenge each other, and accept, between challenges. If none is made within twenty-seconds, our computer will pair you up at random, or based on your spot on the single elimination bracket," the announcer said.
"I challenge your 'don't worry folks she's totally eighteen'." Henrietta pointed at Jennifer.
"What's that supposed to imply?!"
"Nothing, 'don't worry folks she's totally eighteen.'"
"Why you! You're going down first! Maybe I'll make you a cat-girl shaped vibrator!" Jennifer snarled.
Henrietta lidded her eyes. "Oh. How original. Sex sex sex. It's all you neanderthal humans think about."
The announcer said, "It seems we have our first agreed upon battle!"
"That's fine by me!" Jennifer swore.
"I challenge you to a game of limbo, you fine with that 'totally eighteen?' "
"You better not use any magic tricks!"
The witched turned her nose. "They are no 'tricks.' And even I know it's against the rules to use magic unless that's an agreed upon part of the challenge."
"I accepted!" Jennifer declared.
At Jennifer's words, at the center of the stage a wire frame image of a limbo set appear, then filled out to become a physical object.
"Mine if I go first?" The witch offered.
"Go ahead sucker!"
"Don't mind if I do." The witch then threw off her oversized cloak... revealing she was wearing stilts, she stilts them off. And the teenage witch looked at Jennifer at a vindictive sneer.
"HEY! That's cheating!" Jennifer snarled.
The teenage witch shrugged. "There's nothing in the in the rules that stops me from wearing stilts, you should know miss 'totally eighteen' and platform boots. And I quote, regardless of 'sex, nationality, AGE, or religion,' anyone is free to enter as long as they can understand and agree to the terms of the game."
The announcer began, "But you can't-"
"And I've already sold three of my classmate's souls on Hell open market. And legally made my first demon contrast."
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In Hell, a duke drank up the last of three sets of clear female shaped glass container that had before held three souls of Henrietta's classmates sold to him by Henrietta herself. He tossed the empty over his shoulder.
The demon (whose current name was known only to Henrietta) cheered, "I'm rooting for ya Henrietta! Bring me more sheep to the slaughter house my faithful little witch!"
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The announcer said, "Never mind. You're evil incarnate. Proceed."
After humans had reawakened to the fact that killing humans who were still physically joined to their parents was still, ya know, murder, they'd needed other means to prop up the illusion that they'd solved the problem of overpopulation without a endless production of tiny corpses in bio-waste bins.
Even with the Infinite Plane of Loving Diapered Living Baby Plushies and Fluffy Clouds have centers around the world to adopt any number of so-called 'parentless' children.
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Meanwhile, in Japan, a ninetails kitesune woman lay on a lavish couch. In one paw she held a wine glass as she watched the screen on her hanging flat screen TV.
"I truly don't get what these westerners see in this show." She barked at the five tail kitsune in the office. "Fuji, make youself useful and try to figure out why this show is getting better rating that our western version of Magical Girl Foxes!"
"I think the westernizations the locatization did might have something to do with-"
"I want answers, not theories!" She looked ready to throw the wine glass at him.
Fuji bowed, "Yes mother."
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Henriette set the bar low... very low... she creaked back her spine and moved without touching the bar. She teen looked up at Jennifer.
"Ready to lose Totally-Eighteen?"
Jennifer paled. And huffed herself up. "I'm not losing to a brat like you shorty!" Jennifer proved to very limber indeed, she wasn't cheer squad for nothing, after this contest she's be set for life and nothing was going to stop her... except her own chest she was so proud of, knocking the limbo pole off the support. "HEY! WAIT! NO! DO OVER! THAT WASN'T MY REAL TURN! THAT WAS JUST PRACTICE! THIS ISN'T!"
In a flash of light, Jennifer Smith ceased to exist. Henrietta just smiled and picked up a clear candy with a white stick in the middle. It was of a pink cat girl version of Jennifer, but not having arms or legs. The face of the tiny candy cat-girl was grinning ear to ear.
Herrietta strolled over and picked up the lollipop. "You're going to make some hungry demon very happy. And you're going to make me even more powerful than those three girls I convinced to hold a summoning ritual with me!"
Within the living conscious of the candy, it thought, 'Yippie! I'm gonna be eaten by a demon!' She was a candy after all, being consumed was her reason for existence! She felt so excited! So couldn't wait for the show to be over so she could be munched up!
"Excuse me. You aren't legally her owner until you've won the contest," the announcer said.
"Oh right. Sorry. I'm apologize sir." Hariette curtsied. She then placed the sucker on the prize table, and skipped happily back to her spot, humming to herself.
The announcer said, "I'll... I'll remind our contestants, that the final winner WILL be able to chose new forms for the other contestants if their current form isn't to their liking as long as it isn't human."
The other fourteen contestants all looked at each other, sure, all of them intended to win, and there was only going to be one winner here, but all of them silently knew they were also determined for Henrietta not to win as well. But that would have to wait till round two. And yeah, being turned into food, even in their society, was too nasty a fate for any of them to be okay with, even if the rules did allow it.
"So. One down. Fifteen to go! Who is next?!" The announcer declared.