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Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color
Part 1: Birth of a New Generation
Date: Wednesday, November 9, 1988
Time: 4:40 UTC – 13:33 LT
Location: Nagoya, Chubu, Japan
Fatigue and euphoria intermingled in the confines of this small hospital room, for it finally happened. Tomoko Goto laid on her hospital bed, dead tired and defeated, yet still beamed with joy as she held her newborn daughter, Kaede. She had already given birth to her in an erased dark future, yet that did not make her any less overjoyed to finally have her in her arms. She looked the same, still a precious little thing with a tuft of dark hair poking out from her head and a brown complexion that was an even mix between her mother and father.
Yasuke sat nearby in a chair, tired yet pleased as he looked at his wife and his child. Having stayed up all night, both had deep shadows around their eyes, yet neither wanted to sleep. Neither wanted to miss a moment with their precious little Kaede, even if all she was doing was idly existing.
Tomoko: “[I still can’t believe it finally happened.]”
Yasuke: “[Well… it did. She’s healthy, safe, and now, for as long as we live, she’ll be a part of our lives.]”
Tomoko: “[Yeah… I just hope I can be the mother she deserves. I was never taught how to be one as a child, and now I—]”
Yasuke grabbed Tomoko’s hand as she spoke, and her eyes drifted to his.
Yasuke: “[When you came to Japan, you did not know how to be Japanese. You did not know how to be a woman. And you did not know how to be a wife. You learn, you adapt, and you grow. Just like Kaede will. Human beings never stop growing, nor should they. There is nothing wrong with being inexperienced, so long as you try, so long as you put in the effort, that means a lot. We all make mistakes, and with Kaede, we will make many. But that is nothing to be ashamed of. It is something that makes us human.]”
Tomoko: “[You have such a way with words. Maybe when you’re done with baseball, you can become a novelist!]”
Yasuke: “[Heh. Maybe. I might not know how to use a typewriter or a computer, but I’m not going to say no to trying something like that. And neither should you, you hear me?]”
Tomoko: “[Yes! I will do my best to keep an open mind. For you, and for Kaede.]”
As the two enjoyed this casual conversation together, the hospital room phone rang. Yasuke, being the more mobile of the two, grabbed it and murmured to the receptionist as they transferred a call.
Yasuke: “[Hello? Who is this?]”
Yasuke was expecting to hear from the manager of the Chunichi Dragons, or one of his teammates. Instead, he heard a voice that caused him to nearly trip over himself.
Quintin: “[Yo, Yasuke! First off, congrats on winning the Japan Series last month. I knew ya had it in you! But more pressing, congrats on the kid! There weren’t any complications, were there?]”
Yasuke: “[Q-Quintin? How did you know—]”
Quintin: “[I’d love to chat, but I want you to know that the election went as expected. Vice is now the President of the United States and Jessie’s their VP. If you wanna check them out, I’d recommend it. I made sure that it’s going live worldwide, with captions and everything, so turn on the TV and rejoice as we make the world right!]”
Quintin hung up before Yasuke could ask any questions and, with a certain existential fear flowing through him, he scurried over to the hospital room TV and flicked it on. Through the static display, the picture stabilized to show the city of Washington, a giant stage erected before a truly enormous crowd. The sounds of joy were muffled as a newscaster calmly explained what was going on. That the 1988 American presidential election had ended in a landslide victory, with every single state voting for the Democratic nominee, Devin Verres.
Part 2: Victory of Justice
Date: Tuesday, November 8, 1988
Time: 4:44 UTC – 23:33 LT
Location: The National Mall, Washington, D.C., United States
Tens of millions of people across the nation, and around the world, all gathered around their televisions and radios to listen in on this momentous occasion. America had just suffered its greatest indignity in its history— which is saying something— and if it were to continue down its fascist path, it would almost assuredly become an enemy to the world at large. However… that did not happen. Few expected it too, yet the collective world breathed a sigh of relief that the most sane candidate won. Devin Verres. He walked out to thousands of people, all cheering and clamoring, before beginning his acceptance speech.
Devin: “Thank you, thank you. Without all of your support, this would not be possible. Following the events of August 14th, America was at its darkest hour. Our president betrayed us, and our political system was on the brink of destruction. It was a tumultuous three months, but we got through it. We chose to do the moral and righteous thing, to stand up to this injustice and tell our leaders no, this is not acceptable. We demand better and we will do better. …And here we are. At the dawn of a new era in America. The nation has changed a lot in its 212 year history, but this, this will be the biggest change it has ever seen.”
Devin: “Today was not only the election for the presidency, but for hundreds of positions. We’ve seen record turnout, over 200 million people, heading to the polls. While not every ballot has been counted and not every election has been called, it is safe to say that this represents the biggest influx of new political voices in American history. And these people are not executives, not business tycoons, but regular working class people who looked at the injustices enacted by those we trusted and said no more. That they could do better, and now they will.”
Devin: “I am exceedingly proud of all of you, in everybody who took to the polls, who showed the power of democracy and how if people make their voices heard, if they rally together, they can make significant change. In my campaign up to this point, I have made a lot of promises of change. Many have been pessimistic about these claims, and I can understand. You have every reason to distrust the political system, to believe it is corrupted on an intrinsic, otherworldly, level. However, I have meant every word I have said, and I want— I implore— all of you to hold me accountable. For it is my job to improve the quality of life of as many Americans as I possibly can. To uplift the impoverished. To ensure the sick, no matter how little they have, can get world-class treatment. To give careers to those who have been abandoned by the system, broadening opportunities in as many ways as we can. And to give every family a home where they can live happily and raise the next generation.”
Devin: “For years, politicians have espoused the value of personal responsibility, of how one merely needs to pull themselves by the bootstraps and they can achieve the American Dream. While this… can be true for some, it is not true for enough of them. And the solution is not to work harder, but to change the system, to make these opportunities plentiful, and distribute the wealth more evenly. Not to trickle down the money hoarded by the rich, but to ensure that this nation’s magnificent wealth is put to its greatest and best use. Not to fight proxy wars in some foreign country. Not to the leaders of industry who hide their true wealth in tax shelters. But to you, the common American.”
Devin: “I thank you for having faith in me beyond any others. I accept the responsibility bestowed upon me as the leader of the greatest country in human history. I accept it with a full heart and a joyous spirit. And I promise that, four years from now, it will be better, in every way possible. It will be a challenge. I expect to have more than a few gray hairs by the end of my first term. But with the help of my fellow politicians, we will make it happen! We will not opine for the past, we will march forward, toward progress, and show the rest of the world that America is not over!”
Unanimous, deafening applause filled the crowd around Devin as he finished his speech. Or, at least the first part of it.
Devin: “There is so much work to do, but tonight, I think we can cut loose a little. This is a new era. Things are going to be different. Jenna and I were thinking of how to best cement that, to cap off this pivotal moment in history with the pomp it deserves. And I think we came up with something you’ll all appreciate.”
President Verres then grabbed the mic from the podium before him and began walking to the back of the stage, where Jennifer Gleam was walking out, with a microphone in hand. The two embraced each other in a compassionate hug as the crowd roared in anticipation.
Jessica: “Woo! Thank you, thank you all! For those at home, you might want to pop in a blank tape and hit record, because you’re not going to want to forget about this! Lift the curtains and let the real show begin!”
The enormous curtains covering the back of the stage then lifted, revealing a full band of some of the most recognizable funk and R&B musicians of the 80s. It was certainly unexpected, seeing the president showcase Black people performing distinctly Black music. But as the horns and percussion began, so too did Devin and Jessica, both grabbing their mics and beginning to… sing. Not sing in the ‘awkward karaoke night after work’ sort of way, but with the gravitas and cadence of a professional singer who had practiced and trained in the sounds of this genre.
It was all, truly, a sight to behold. The recently elected president and vice president singing a heavily modified rendition of Take It To The Top by Kool and the Gang.
Devin: “Trying, striving, thriving…”
Devin & Jennifer: “We’re moving up, and we’ll never stop! We made it here, all up at the top!”
Devin & Jennifer: “All thanks to you, we’ve made it through! You better believe we know what to do!”
Devin: “The world’s out there yearning, and the tables are turning!”
Jennifer: “So play your part, ‘cos, this is the start!”
Devin: “If we work together, then we might just… make it right.”
Jennifer: “That’s the call, and now we know!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Let’s all aim, for the top, never stop!”
Devin: “Just keep it moving.”
Devin & Jennifer: “We can all, reach the top, never stop!”
Jennifer: “That’s the truth.”
Devin: “We’re gonna make it happen, yeah!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Devin: “Aiming higher!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Jennifer: “For what we all desire!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Devin: “Pursuing all our dreams!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Jennifer: “Rebuilding from the seams!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Hoping, healing, growing…”
Devin & Jennifer: “We’re moving up, and we’ll never stop! We made it here, all up at the top!”
Devin & Jennifer: “All thanks to you, we’ve made it through! You better believe we know what to do!”
Devin: “We’ve all been through a lot, beaten all sorts of black and blues.”
Jennifer: “But in the end, you’re what matters, so you’ll get your dues.”
Devin: “If we work together, then we might just… make it right.”
Jennifer: “That’s the call, and now we know!”
Devin & Jennifer: “We’re all heading to the top, that’s right!”
Devin: “And we’ll all make it!”
Devin & Jennifer: “We’ll keep trying, day and night!”
Jennifer: “Don’t get complacent.”
Devin & Jennifer: “We’re gonna make it happen, for us, for you, for everyone!”
Devin: “You’ve got my word.”
Jennifer: “And my word too!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Devin: “For everybody!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Jennifer: “No matter the race, sex, or creed!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, making it right!”
Devin: “We’re all people and we all have needs!”
Devin & Jennifer: “Doing it right, doing it right!”
Devin & Jennifer: “So let’s aim for the top!”
It was all truly one of the most surreal yet entertaining acts a president has ever done before their people… and it was just the first song in a six song set!
Part 3: The Child of the Future
Date: Wednesday, November 9, 1988
Time: 3:52 UTC – 12:52 LT
Location: Nagoya, Chubu, Japan
Tomoko and Yasuke were left… befuddled by the display before them. Seeing the president of a foreign land engage in such a display was bizarre… but knowing the truth of who they actually were, it at least made some sense.
Yasuke: “[I cannot say I expected this…]”
Tomoko: “[I forgot America was having an election today… Even after knowing they saved the world, that they’re the reason I got to live this life and be with you, I just find it so hard to trust them.]”
Yasuke: “[Ha! Only trust those with power if they favor you, and while Vice might not show it, I know they would not wish to harm you. …At least, not openly.]”
Tomoko: “[They sent that care package a few days ago, so they’re still thinking about me, but I just…]”
Yasuke: “[Tomoko, no matter what, I will protect you. I will care for you. There is nothing beneath me, nothing I won’t do for you and Kaede, you hear me?]”
Tomoko smiled at her husband’s words and wrapped her arms around him, resting Kaede in her lap as they enjoyed themselves as husband and wife for this one moment. However, as her head was laid upon her mother’s thigh, Kaede’s tiny eyes slowly crept open. Despite being too underdeveloped to see a foot past her face, she still stared at the television before her, at the closeup of Devin Verres as he finished his rendition of Take It To The Top.
She looked forward, her eyes blinking rapidly, her head shaking slightly, before muttering a distinct yet quiet syllable from her lips.
Kaede: “…Dan?”
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Part 4: Looking Toward the New Millennium
Date: Tuesday, November 8, 1988
Time: 3:55 UTC – 19:55 LT
Location: Irvine, California, United States
The president’s victory speech was being played in millions of homes across America, and one familiar abode in Irvine was no different. In the home of Elliot and Allison, the familiar group of five was assembled in their cushy play room. Elliot, Allie, Haruki, Ryley, and, of course, Milky Sunshine. All were a bit too young to understand the nuances of this election, so they instead used this as an excuse to hold an impromptu dance party while gorging themselves on leftover Halloween candy. They shouted and screamed, bouncing off the walls— literally in some cases— as the funk flowed in from the crusty speakers of their TV.
Haruki: “Hell yeah! If this is what politics are like, maybe I could get into them! Why can’t more politicians boogie down like this?”
Allie: “Yeah! And they’re real good singers too.”
Allie popped open a small bag of M&Ms after saying that, pouring it into her mouth like it was a beverage.
Elliot: “Hey, hey! I know it’s a party, but it’s a school night and you gotta go to bed soon.”
Allie: “Hmph! So do you, big bro!”
Elliot: “Yeah, but my bedtime’s an hour later!”
Elliot then broke off a Kit-Kat, handing the other half to Ryley.
Ryley: “Thanks dude, but I’m not sure if we should be that happy about this whole thing.”
Elliot: “Why’s that?”
Ryley: “I don’t know. My parents were scared about this election, saying that it represented the future of the country after what happened in August.”
Haruki: “Don’t act like you know what really happened.”
Ryley: “I know more than you, Haruki.”
Haruki: “Nu-uh! I read the paper, like an adult! And I know it said that the old president was a rackest and a peterfile!”
Ryley: “Do you even know what those words mean?”
Haruki: “…Do you?“
While four of the five children were distracted by each other, Milky was staring ever intently at the screen, particularly at the faces of President Ratters and Vice President Gleam.
Milky: “Hey… do you ever feel like the new presidents look familiar?”
Ryley: “Huh? There were ads for them all over TV and all over the place. Of course they’re familiar.”
Milky: “No, I mean… have we ever seen them in real life?”
Haruki: “Milky, what’re you talking about?”
Milky: “I dunno… I think I might’ve seen them in my big dream.”
Elliot: “Milky, enough about your dream! Dreams don’t mean anything!”
Allie: “But my teacher said that dreams are what life’s all about…”
Elliot: “She didn’t mean those types of dreams, Allie!”
As Milky mused over this uncanny sensation, while sucking on a lollipop, she felt nature call and skedaddled out of the playroom, scampering over to the bathroom. She paused as she passed by the living room, where Elliot and Allie’s parents were watching the president’s performance, both with alcoholic beverages in hand. She slowly tip-toed behind them, but heard their conversation as it played out.
Elliot’s Dad: “—Wants to establish that they are different from former presidents. He’s not all business, he has a personable and fun side and, you know, isn’t racist. I couldn’t imagine Licksen or Ratters sharing a stage with some African American musicians.”
Elliot’s Mom: “Well, didn’t Ratters invite Tigre Dashin to the White House?”
Elliot’s Dad: “Nah, that was all just to look progressive. It’s really clear looking back at any footage of him, and I think even the staunchest Republican in office has turned against him.”
Elliot’s Mom: “They might turn against Ratters, but August 14th just broke some people, and I don’t think this will fix them. Their reality just collapsed, and I don’t think they’ll get better. Even if Verres didn’t win, change was going to be happen. With so many churches exposed or destroyed, with so many politicians in jail, people are throwing conspiracies around. You don’t even want to know what Martha brought up during the last PA meeting.”
Elliot’s Dad: “Hmm… you have a point. The bedrock beliefs of millions of Americans have been uprooted, and while we want to think that they can recover… not all of them will. They won’t go psycho like those freaks who still put on klan robes or claim that killing children is not a crime. But they’ll remain in a state where they cannot trust anybody or anything. How can you repair a nation like that, where so many people’s brains are broken? We’ll just have to wait and see…”
As the patriarch of the family finished that thought, Milky scurried behind them, back from the bathroom, to rejoin her friends.
Everything they were saying was true. This world had seen the evils of society laid bare in an unambiguous detail, as overt and extreme as possible. They chose the right path, but… would it be enough? Would the change promised keep this resurfaced evil at bay? Or would this seemingly progressive groundswell amongst Americans turn out to be a temporary fluctuation?
Only time will tell…
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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