Content Warning: Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, hateful language and slurs, extreme violence, violence against children, vore, extreme racism, genocide, and a wide spectrum of grotesque or otherwise disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Part 1: The White City
Date: ???
Time: ???
Location: The World Where Evil Won
The White Empire is a nation that has survived for more than a millennium, spreading across every corner of its Earth and deep into the stars. Not due to any curiosity or desire to learn, but merely as an excuse to continue the nation’s stated goal for not only themselves, but humanity as a whole. Conquest. They took to the stars with this goal in mind, cleansing planets of their natural life, extracting their resources, and establishing colonies as a means of spreading humanity across the universe.
The White Empire was a nation founded on hatred. On a fundamental belief of racial superiority, that ‘Humanity’ was something exclusive for White people, and those who were not White were inherently inhuman creatures, referred to as Sterks.
These Sterks were denied rights, denied education, and through generations of abuse, many of these Sterks believed themselves to be a nuisance, a menace. Their self-loathing, association of their personal worth with the value of their labor, was so great that, when the time came, most openly accepted their mass genocide.
It was an impossibly idealistic reality, only made possible through the intervention of Weiss Vice. A man with such internalized and taught loathing of Sterks that he rewrote history. Such disdain for their existence that he ended the lives of billions of them with a single snap. Such obsession that he was not content with creating a world where all Humans were White. He had to venture out into other worlds and cleanse them of diversity and color, leaving behind only homogeneity, only another branch of The White Empire. With every settlement being modeled after its founding capital.
It was a city of white buildings, white streets, and kept to a meticulous standard of cleanliness. Something that almost looked beautiful in its simplicity… but a second glance revealed the flaws. The same brutalist buildings were repeated ad nauseam. Every vehicle darting the streets was a shade of white or dull gray that followed only a few basic shapes. The parks were lined with white concrete and white benches and white trees with white leaves and white bark. The rivers running through it were filled with water that reflected only white, and the sky above lacked any color depending on the time of day, eternally only showing white, regardless of whatever clouds were encroaching. Occupants of this city, of this world, did not even need to worry about the darkness of the night, for a miniature white sun was orbiting this planet, preventing it from ever falling into darkness.
It was a white city on a white planet, surrounded by white fields, white forests, and waters that reflected only the color white. The animals were white, their shit was white, and every morsel of food or cutlery was white. It was as white as it could possibly be, with the exception of the people. THe people did not look like Weiss Vice. Instead, they were merely a race of Aryan men and women, all with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion incapable of tanning. All dressed in white from neck to toe, All going about their day in a city devoid of any… meaning.
Every block of the city looked the same, looked repeated, with the same empty white walls and buildings only labeled with a plain gray typeface. There was no artistry to be had, no illustration, no graphics worthy of being described as designs, no music to hear, and no emotion or life to the people walking around it. They called themselves humans, but between the identical faces, the identical hairstyles, the identical body shapes, and the same structure repeated over and over, it was hard to see them as that. It all looked like the work of a machine, of a designer bereft of imagination or curiosity… because it was. This was a technologically advanced society that had mastered the science of space travel, yet did nothing with its bountiful resources.
It was a sad world, a dull world, a world that could be none more white. And it was what Weiss Vice wanted as his end goal. To deprive all of existence of complexity and color, leaving behind only… White.
This was the first world created by Weiss Vice… and the world that made him who he is today.
One of the busiest intersections in the capital of The White Empire abruptly came to a halt as a disturbance was spotted in its center. A 3-meter-wide Rift in the fabric of space that distorted everything around it, standing just a foot above the ground.
Traffic halted as this distortion appeared from nowhere. People stopped whatever they were doing to gawk at this sight, and floating white spheroid machines that monitored the skies fluttered to the site to scan it. The moment of awe surrounding this site continued until something emerged from this Rift. Or rather, someone. It was the man who made this empire what it is. A figure all denizens of The White Empire knew.
It was Weiss Vice.
Gasps of elation and awe came from the homogenous populace as they saw his aggressively white form emerge from this black abyss. …But then they saw his chains. Black metallic chains bounded around every limb and his neck. Their looks of delight shifted into disgust and confusion.
Weiss looked on at them with a blank expression, letting this reality sink in as he found himself sprawled over the white streets of the capital. He looked not only at the crowds surrounding him, but at the tallest tower before him, its top containing the symbol of The White Empire. An Iron Cross slanted at 45 degrees.
He was where these accursed black chains forced him to go, and it was the last place he wanted to be seen like this. Weiss clenched the shackle around his neck, desperate to remove it, hoping that here, in his homeland, his power would be strong enough to secure his freedom. It was a reasonable hope… that shattered when he felt the metal boot of Black Savior step down on his neck.
As Black Savior struck this pose, the Rift behind them shuttered, leaving them the prime attraction for the hundreds surrounding them.
Black Savior: “So this is where you come from… what a piece of shit. Even the air here feels processed and… you painted the fucking trees and the sky white? Not a speck of color in the whole crowd. And… that is just an alternate Swastika. I was expecting something a bit more nuanced, but this place? I’m not sure if there is anything worth saving. Just looking at these people, I can see they are hollow. Humans who have been living a life deprived of passion, of art, and goals beyond helping the state? …Or do you people object to my judgment?”
The crowd only responded by murmurs, asking other crowd members what this colorful creature before them was. Some commented on how they are a Sterk, a demon, and asking why this was happening.
Weiss Vice: “How dare you humiliate me before my kind! You should know, this world makes my powers refi—”
Weiss was silenced by Black Savior kicking him squarely in the mouth.
Black Savior: “You’re lying. I know that, I can see that. You think there is power in this? In blind, ceaseless oppression? Because there isn’t. You might have strength, but the path of the colonizer is the path of the coward. Of fear, of ignorance, and of greed! You might have some speck of humanity deep within you, but these people… I can see into their minds, and it makes me sick.”
As Black Savior spoke, the crowd surrounding them began rushing forward, armed with nothing more than sticks and fists, yet they shouted valiantly as they rushed forward, trying to save Weiss Vice. Black Savior saw them and, with a snap of a finger, without even using their axe, the running horde all fell down to the ground. Their bodies were struck with a pain of unknown origin, leaving them unable to so much as stand. At this sight, Black Savior laughed.
Black Savior: “Bahahaha! They don’t view me as human. They view me as something not to be reasoned with, but to be killed. And not just for having the audacity to step on their Christ figure. For merely being alive. I can understand that fear, I can even sympathize with it, but beyond that fear, all I see in their minds is trite. Propaganda of a false history taught to them, of your history. Of a world devoid of music, not even a national anthem. A world where text is a tool for business and government, with none of them having ever read a novel. A world where painting and illustration are lost arts banned by the state, let alone theater or film. They are a true race without a culture, without personalities, and while that could be attributed to mere ignorance… I see your meddling in their minds, Weiss. They might look human, they might act civilized, but they are just Whiterats in a different package.”
Black Savior: “I have nothing to fear from these people, if you could even call them that. Just like how I have nothing to fear from you. In fact, this form is a little overkill, isn’t it?”
Black Savior then unleashed a vibrant burst of color that coated the area around them, spreading across the street at a rapid pace, encompassing buildings, vehicles, people, businesses, and homes. It spread a kilometer in all directions and as it faded, the affected parts of the city were transformed from a blank canvas into something with life.
The plain white was replaced with lavish colors, bordering on garish, with bricks, sidewalk, and concrete all painted to make this newly claimed neighborhood pop. Architecture went from featuring a dozen different copy pasted buildings to a flurry of different designs and styles. The plants were given their true colors once again, clothing had been completely revitalized and replaced, and even the people… were transformed.
They were no longer a mob of carefully bred Aryans, but people of all colors and complexions, each sporting a slightly different set of features and spanning every body type. No matter what the results were though, their reaction was simple. Horror. To them, they had had their humanity stripped from them. They went from a person to a thing. They looked at themself, at those around them, and then at the epicenter of this transformation, where they saw… eight figures standing above their beloved Weiss.
Black Vice, Zach, Jessie, Quintin, Tomoko, Yasuke, Milky, and Kaede, all dressed in skintight jumpsuits of their respective color. Black, blue, purple, red, green, orange, yellow, and pink respectively.
Milky: “Wowzers, you guys sure did a number to this place. It went from looking boring and gross to… pretty!”
Tomoko: “[W-Why did you unfuse us? I don’t want to be here. Do… do you expect me to fight or—]”
Yasuke: “[Tomoko! Don’t worry. I will protect you from these monsters …Though, it seems they might not be monsters anymore.]”
Quintin: “[Nah, it doesn’t work like that. True evil comes from within, and just because someone looks like they’re decent doesn’t mean jack, fuck, or shit! They were raised evil and Vice just changed their exteriors, not their minds.]”
Kaede: “[Oh? In that case, is it time to whoop them like we did to Weiss? Seems a bit weird to go after civilians like that…]”
Zach: “[We don’t need to. I can tell that Vice already has something planned. Isn’t that right?]”
Black Vice: “[I wouldn’t have come here without a plan. Do have more faith in me, brother. And my plan is quite simple. Now that I can tell this world has no inherent value, no culture beyond hatred and control, beyond conquest for the sake of it, there is only one humane solution. We put an end to it. But there is one final bit of business that remains. You, Weiss. The last morsel of ‘true’ humanity that still lingers in this world.]”
Jessie: “[You… You can’t be serious. You’re going to give a psychopathic Nazi like him a break? Really? How in the hell is he not any worse than Ratters?]”
Black Vice: “[Ratters wasn’t born into slavery and double raped in a men’s room before begging for death. I know it was as white as could be when I was in his mind before, but if you join me, my lovely Shitenno, I think we’ll find Weiss’s mind in a very different state.]”
Kaede: “[H-Hey, what about me? Don’t I get to come?]”
Zach: “[Nah. See the white orbs flying around? Those are cameras. I’m certain that military forces are on their way here— or at least cops— and someone needs to protect your parents and Milky.]”
Quintin: “[Also, we’re pros at this, squirt. We’ll be back in a cinch!]”
Milky: “Guys, why do you keep ignoring me?! I don’t know that much Japanese! Aren’t I part of the team too?”
Jessie: “We’re going to try to ‘fix’ Weiss Vice. Then we may need to destroy this world. It’s too dangerous and the people here—”
White Empire Citizen: “Give me back my body, you virtueless Sterks!”
One random transformed citizen rushed out into the crowd with a brick in hand and threw it at Jessie’s head… where it harmlessly struck her, shattered in two, and fell to the ground. In response, she waved a finger, and the person fell to the ground, screaming from a purely mental pain, simulating the sensation of fire ants devouring their face. The crowd saw this display and took a collective step back, looking at Weiss, who still remained under Vice’s foot.
Weiss Vice: “These are Sterks, nothing more and nothing less! You must fight them, even if it means your deaths! As citizens of The White Empire, you have sworn your lives! Fight them with whatever you have, even with stones and knives!”
In response to speaking up, Vice stomped Weiss’s throat with enough force to dig a hole into it. Despite the grave wound, he still managed to breathe and grunt.
Black Vice: “‘It’s worth dying if the cause is righteous, even if the deaths could have been averted.’ You’re such a piece of shit, Weiss. Let’s see if you even can be fixed. If not… then I guess we can be the big black hammer that shatters your fragile castle of white glass. Lady and gents, let’s jack-in!“
Vice pinned Weiss’s head to the ground, practically slamming it into the asphalt, while Zach, Jessie, and Quintin joined their hands with Vice. With all their hands touching Weiss’s head, it began. Vice’s eyes shifted in color, the white fading as only black remained. It was an uncanny appearance, but with their ability to see beyond sight activated, they entered the mind of Weiss once again.
Part 2: The White Collapse
Date: ???
Time: ???
Location: The Mindscape of Weiss Vice
It had only been a few hours since Black Vice saw the innermost depths of Weiss Vice’s mind. His psyche had once been a featureless domain of white, devoid of texture and patterns, but… his psyche had been shattered. The floor was harsh and jagged. The featureless white ceiling had developed cracks, seen chunks of it vanish or crumble, and behind it was a viscous black ooze. It was a pulsating substance that drizzled onto the floor below, either forming a pool or crashing through it, revealing a black goopy abyss beneath the floor. These white and black substances jutted against each other, trying to combat and destroy each other, rather than melding into one in order to form a vast array of colors.
Black Vice: “Yep. Called it. All it took was a bit of a nudge and now, he’s cracked right open. No longer able to hide behind his power, no longer emboldened by conquests, no longer able to defend his people. Weiss finally met his match and, well, just look at him!”
Zach: “These incongruous elements suggest that his mind is in a state of pain and conflict, unable to reconcile himself or determine what he wants now that his life is crumbling down.”
Jessie: “I say let’s accelerate the process. The sooner this monster dies, the better.”
Quintin: “As much as I’d like to show this fucker what’s for… we should put in at least some effort. In fact, I think I can sense something. But we’re going to need to trek through the slime.”
Jessie: “Why is it that every world shattering adventure we have features so much slime?”
Zach: “Because in the end, it’s all slime!”
Following Quintin’s lead, the Shitenno delved into a nearby hole full of this dark viscous slime and plopped down to it, thankful that they were still wearing their jumpsuits. The hole quickly turned into a cave as the four waddled through the knee-high sludge. It was as dense and unpleasant to walk through as it looked, and with the walls absorbing all light that came near them, they had to navigate based on sound.
They trekked further and further, narrowly avoiding chunks of the debris falling from overhead. It was dangerous, yet they remained resolute, moving as quickly as they could within this domain of restraints… before it happened. The goop beneath their feet, seemingly solid, then became mushy and soft, grabbing onto their legs and sucking them down.
The four shouted as they realized what was happening, but with nothing to grab between the floors and the walls, they realized there was only one thing they could do. They clenched their hands together and let the black slime wrap them in its cold, moist embrace.
Black Vice: “Don’t worry. I have a good feeling about this.”
Before their leader’s words could be combatted, the four’s heads sank into the ooze and deeper into the recesses of this domain. As seconds gave way to minutes, doubt bubbled within them, and they briefly wondered if this was perhaps their end. …Only for this uncomfortable embrace to come to an end.
The Shitenno fell through a ceiling and landed on another floor. One that was not filled with black goop, but… white goop. A floor that stretched on and on, without an end in sight.
Jessie: “Good feeling? Yeah, being in a room full of white slime is so much better than being covered in black slime.”
Quintin: “Hey, Jessie, shut up. We’re real fuckin’ close.”
Zach: “I agree, I can sense… someone else. Their life signs are faint, but—”
Black Vice: “She is close. She tried to have Weiss kill her. A convoluted form of ego death between a person with dual identities. Weiss thought that he killed her, but either he merely suffocated her, or… we brought her back to life. Heh. Maybe Ghost Milky had a hand in that.”
Jessie: “Vice, quit your rambling and just get on with it. Where is ‘she’?”
Black Vice: “Not far. Let’s dash!”
Nodding, the four moved out, running through this endless stretch of knee-high white fluid before them, ignoring the intense echoes of every footstep before finally reaching… her. A speck of color in this endless white. A person, their body embedded into a wall, bound by shackles of ooze. The only part of them that was exposed was their face. The face of a young Black woman with a black tattoo on her forehead written in a plain typeface. In fact, it was the same typeface they saw lining the capital of The White Empire. Looking closer, the tattoo read K48-W12-Z37.
Vice groaned as they read that number, for there was no doubt about who this woman was. She was the Sterk woman who sacrificed her identity… and became Weiss Vice.
Young Woman: “I see you found me before him. How woefully grim. I asked him to end me like a Sterk whore, for I was a being worthy of ceaseless abhor. Instead, he merely repressed me further, suffocating me in his rampant fervor. I was content with such an existence. Until I felt your group’s resistance.”
Young Woman: “I have seen Weiss conquer worlds aplenty, but you and those Milkys have made him empty. He had never faced a true challenge before, and now he does not believe he can win this war. He has faltered and fallen, and his mind has become sullen. Between the ghost, you, and the freckled fighter, he has fallen thrice. And this has caused his mind to splice. He feels himself unworthy of the title of Weiss Vice, and wishes to kill you in a mighty sacrifice. Alas, he lacks such might, and has become consumed with fright. That all he has done over the past millennia shall crumble, and he could not win in a simple rumble.”
Black Vice: “Got it. Weiss hates his failures and is having an identity crisis. Can’t say I’m surprised. The whole ‘transforming White Empire citizens into something colorful’ was meant to evoke something like that.”
Weiss Vice: “You have made your superiority clear, and I know my end is near.”
The Shitenno turned to see Weiss Vice staring at the five figures before him with a mixture of shame and content.
Young Woman: “What good is a weapon that cannot kill, even when it is wielded with the utmost skill? What good is a shield that cannot defend, let alone protect you from your end?”
Weiss Vice: “I am no longer a sword nor a shield. I have seen my failings and… I yield. I know I have betrayed The White Emperor, and I need not the words of a lecturer. I have failed my mission to an obscene degree, and I shall not request mercy. I have betrayed the whole of Humanity, and wrought forth a great calamity. These four shall destroy what I have crafted, and there is no honor in how long it lasted. This empire was to be eternal, yet it shall lack even a surviving journal. I am nothing more than an ambitious fool, and I wish to be treated like a broken tool. Just ensure my death has some meaning, I will accept it, however demeaning.”
Weiss then subjected himself to the Shitenno, burying his face in the white ooze. He… surrendered.
After all this fighting and rage, he gave up within the comfort of his own mind, presenting himself as the property of his opponent. All eyes landed on Black Vice, who walked forward and placed a hand on Weiss’s shoulder.
Black Vice: “You have been broken since the day you were born. Broken by the world around you, by hatred, by avarice, by people who told you that you were not human. That does not excuse your actions. You have killed billions— tens of billions. And you still do not see what you did wrong. You surrender because you lost, because of honor, but not because you learned anything. How pathetic.”
Vice lifted their hand to smack Weiss in the face. Though he did not emote, the echo reverberated throughout this seemingly endless room.
Black Vice: “It would be easy to just erase you, but I don’t want to. I want you to learn, to do better, to be better. But with this foundation, with these millennia of bullshit you have been fed and spewed back, I cannot get through to you. Your mind is a mess. It’s literally falling apart! The only way to fix it… is to put the broken pieces back together and see what happens. And I think you both know what pieces go together first.”
With vigor, Vice grabbed Weiss by the shoulders, dragging his limp, confused body as they dashed toward the nameless woman before them. Fear struck both of their eyes, but before they could voice an objection, Vice had already placed a hand on the white ooze surrounding the woman, effortlessly yanking it away. Then, with both their bodies exposed, Vice thrust them together. The man and the woman. The genocider and the slave. The White and the Black.
As their skin met, it merged, and as these two disproportionate halves became whole, a typhoon of colors emerged, coursing through this vast white room. The four grabbed one another as they anticipated its might, and were swiftly swept away, ejected from this shifting mindscape and back to The World Where Evil Won.
Part 3: The End of White
Date: ???
Time: ???
Location: The World Where Evil Won
While the Shitenno were busy in the mindscape of Weiss Vice, a war had broken out. The colorized streets surrounding Tomoko, Yasuke, Kaede, and Milky had been surrounded by the military forces of this government, with the simple goal. Destroy. They sent in soldiers in white armor and white guns, white tanks that tore through the street and over abandoned cars, and white helicopters that soared through the white sky, raining down white bullets on anyone below. Emphasis on anyone.
Thousands were affected by this influx of color. Those on the streets, in the buildings, and while they were upstanding citizens of The White Empire, the soldiers thought differently. Any speck of an unruly and unfamiliar color, was more than enough cause for them to kill, and kill they did. Bodies lined the streets as they reached the epicenter, where the four were standing their ground, defending the unconscious Shitenno as they loomed over Weiss.
Milky had summoned her spread gun yet again and was firing erratically. Except this time the spheres of destruction were yellow instead of red. They looked silly, but they carved clean holes through any opposition they came in contact with. Soldiers, tanks, helicopters, APCs, all were within range as she spun around wildly. It was a reckless approach that should have hurt her allies, but these lemon balls of destruction phased through them and civilians alike through the power of… video game logic.
Kaede took a more practical approach, modeling her own laser rifle that unleashed bursts of pink energy that disintegrated all before her, reducing them to black dust. Despite being only a few hours old, she moved with the skills of a seasoned veteran, and while that may seem strange, what part of her life hasn’t been strange?
Yasuke took a more personal approach, summoning the same orange masakari he became during their prior battle, and using it to tear through all opposition. Getting up close and personal to carve up a tank like it was made of bamboo, throwing it at a helicopter only for it to boomerang back into his hand, or simply slicing soldiers in two. He didn’t fight quite like a samurai. He fought like a samurai with magical weapons.
While Tomoko… took to the battle with hesitation. She was not a warrior, had not gotten into a physical altercation since she was abducted in Murinova, and was expected to fight in a burgeoning war? She cowered at first, afraid to do much of anything. But as one of the endless grunts rushed toward Yasuke with a blade in hand, she, finally, unlocked her will to fight.
Tomoko: “[No! Get your disgusting hands off him!]”
As she shouted, an object appeared around her neck. The very same jade magatama necklace that she had transformed into to protect her daughter. A vessel of great spiritual energy, and one that immediately empowered her as it appeared. Tomoko held out her hand in opposition to the man approaching her husband, and unleashed a burst of green energy, flying directly at the grunt approaching Yasuke. On impact, the soldier’s body converted into a dazzling green light that left the nearby soldiers writhing in pain, as if someone had just stabbed them in their very soul.
Tomoko: “[I… what was that?]”
Yasuke: “[‘That’ was incredible, Tomoko! I knew you had strength within, but I never expected it to take a form like that.]”
Kaede: “[Yeah, you go mom! We’re gonna need that spunk and passion to get through this! Now keep it up, these bastards never stop coming!]”
With gunfire, violence, and explosions all around her, Tomoko felt bizarre, as if she had been thrust into a foreign world again. She was scared and confused the first time this happened, and while she was horrified and baffled now, that didn’t mean she would stand by and do nothing. She had been given an intense might, so she looked at her opposition, channeled green energy from her hands, and charged into battle. For herself, for her daughter, for her husband, and for the world and nation she had come to call home.
The four engaged in battle as the minutes trickled forward, when they suddenly heard the sounds of the Shitenno talking amongst themselves
Jessie: “Let’s hope this actually works!”
Black Vice: “Oh ye of little faith. It will work. No matter what, I can make it work.”
Quintin: “Hold on, why do these fuckwads even need a military force if they eliminated all their enemies?”
Zach: “It’s to project the power of the state. Though, next to us, this state is nil. Now, let’s see if this worked…”
As Zach spoke, he turned to look at Weiss’s body… or what it had become. He was no longer a remotely humanoid creature, but rather… a pile of slime, glowing with every color all at once. The Shitenno glared at these remains, but after seeing the state of Weiss’s mind, they could not say they were surprised. His mind was falling apart, flooded with color, and with his ability to shift his form, being reduced to such a state had at least some logic to it.
Black Vice: “Oh, you poor fool. But no matter. If you cannot decide what you are, I will help shape a new identity for you. But first, you need to be the one to end this all. What was it that I said earlier? Ah, that’s right. The big black hammer that shatters your fragile castle of white glass.”
Vice inserted their slender hands into the slime and began to mold it as if it were clay, beginning with a long, hardy handle before gathering what remained into a bulky, powerful head. They wielded this tool, hardened it with their hands, and held it high. It was more of a mallet than a hammer, but it would do its job all the same.
Black Vice: “You told me to reforge you as a new tool, and I have. But with this final act, with this final bout of destruction, these days shall be behind you. With the end of this world, you will be reborn as a person. A person with their own name, with their own life, and the opportunity to become whoever they want to be. You shall be shielded of your mistakes through a veil of ignorance, one that shall only be exposed when, or if, you are ready for the truth. This, I promise.”
Jessie: “Vice… are you sure you want to commit to this?”
Black Vice: “I’d be the biggest dick if I bailed out now. And yes. I saw what they were subjected to, how they became this way, and have learned too much goldarn empathy to just kill him like this. Now come on, all of you, grab this hammer and let’s destroy this place!”
Quintin: “You’re killing a society of billions… but saving the fucklo who destroyed it?”
Black Vice: “You see anything worth saving here? Besides, who was the guy that set Murinova ablaze?”
Quintin: “That is not a parallel and you goddamn know it! Besides, you planted the napalm!”
Black Vice: “And this time we’ll ignite it together. Now grab it! Weiss isn’t gonna bite.”
With this nudge of encouragement, Quintin, Jessie, and Zach all grabbed the handle of the hammer, the four holding it high with one hand. They had more than enough strength between them to do this… but they didn’t want to leave anyone out of this climactic moment.
Black Vice: “HEY! Milky! Get your buoyant ass over here and grab my big black shaft!”
Jessie: “She’s even, you piece of shit!”
Black Vice: “[Tomoko, Yasuke, Kaede, get over here and let’s commit genocide together!] Is that any better?”
Jessie: “…Sure, why not?“
Confused yet understanding this was important, the four allies of the Shitenno gathered around and looked at the black hammer in confusion before swiftly grabbing hold of it.
Yasuke: “[Will this kill all the soldiers?]”
Black Vice: “[Yep. All the soldiers, civvies, and everything in this whole damn universe.]”
Tomoko: “[Wait, what? That’s the plan? But, surely there are good people here and—]”
Kaede: “[Mom, I’m sorry but… there aren’t. I saw things when we all became one and… there people have no art, they have no culture, they are a race of no values beyond conquest and destruction. They may look human, but they traded in all the good parts. Some people are just bad and, well, these people are. They wouldn’t be if they grew up in another world, yet they lacked the luxury.]”
Milky: “C’mon guys, you know I only know a teensy bit of Japanese! Couldn’t you at least tell me what this hammer does and—”
Black Vice: “[LET’S DO IT!]”
With the roar of their voices, the eight swung the hammer and struck the street below. At first, it seemed like nothing happened, that this was nothing more than a regular hammer. Then, a second later, they saw not yet another gushing excess of color… but darkness.
The capital city of this land vanished in a second, and it only took ten for the entire world to go with it. Cast in darkness, consumed by black, a void accelerating at a profound speed so great that it did not even inspire fear. There was once a planet there, and the next minute, there was nothing but a black void. A void that grew exponentially, reaching well beyond the domain of this white planet and into the solar system. It gobbled moons as if they were nothing, immersed whole planets in a fraction of a second, and as the minutes accumulated, it reached the sun. One of the mightiest forces in the universe… and it was absorbed as if it was merely space dust.
The loss of the sun cast the rest of the solar system in darkness and cold, but it too was soon absorbed by the black void. Same with the next solar system. And the next. And the next. All moving at a pace so rapid it exceeded the speed of light by an order of magnitude. The black void reached further and further, bending space and time itself until even the ever-growing edge of the universe was consumed.
The end result was… nothing.
Nothing but black.
…
…
…Or so it appeared.
In this endless blackness, in this dark void, there was a faint something. A brightness in this realm deprived of it, a light of profound radiance. But… it was not white. It was vivid, featuring the most intense and beautiful hues imaginable. And it was growing at a pace that exceeded even the black void.
From this light, from these colors, came a deluge of new. New stars, new planets, and with them new life. New humans at the advent of their species’ birth.
The World Where Evil Won had been destroyed. But in its death, it was granted a second chance. A chance to avoid the mistakes of those that came before them. A chance to be better. A chance to do better.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice Main Page
Table of Contents:
Atrocity 01: The Nujiboe Society for Caucasoid Prosperity
Atrocity 02: The White Awakening
Atrocity 03: The Black Awakening
Atrocity 04: The Apartheid Absolution
Atrocity 05: The Victims of the White Empire
Atrocity 06: The Fascistin’ Limmerickin’ Chicken
Atrocity 07: The Imperative Intermission
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Atrocity 11: The Power of Nippon Imagination
Atrocity 12: The Assault on Washington
Atrocity 13: The Evils of Richard Rooadoot Ratters
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Atrocity 16: The New Future
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color