SuperNintendo Geek Girls

PRESS START: LONG LIVE PIXIEISM!

"What're you doing here?" Said cutey-cute cherubim one.

"What am I doing where?" Said the little Dominican-American in a big yellow hardhat.

"Do you think that working here is fair?" Said cutey-cute cherubim two.

"But its not my task to be aware of this injustice," said the girl in the hardhat.

"So you don't care?" Said cutey-cute cherubim three.

"By golly! I do! Look at how they slave all day," sympathetically screeched the wingless girl who's only angelic apparel was her hard helmet, now sprouting wings. She embraced her nearest comrade and look at the three cherubim, "Look at my Elphaba! That her tiny stature cannot carry a sledge hammer, that her pointed ears cannot hear the lunchtime bell! What decrepit soul would drain the most liveliest forest creatures of life for the wageless toil of wage-slave strife?"

"You must be the liberator of the elves Rina, you are the chosen one," said the Cherubim cordially.

Rina hugged another one of her elven friends, "Elveena! Oh what horrible stories bewail her history. She's been pushing carts of coal and iron ore for days now, and naught to show of it but sweat on sweat, as even the life in her tummy pushes the cart of becoming, only to be promoted into a barren, burger-flipping existence of breakless lunch hours!" Rina bewailed exuberantly, "O! O! Wooh--!" she began floating upward, to her own surprise, releasing from her heavy forest friend Elveena, who was too heavy with misery to give a damn about Rina's ascension.

"Don't worry Elveena! I'll come back to rescue the elves and lead a fairyian revolution! Long live Pixieism!"

Rina's body began to rotate, and she saw she was coming towards a puffy white gate of enormous size, who's iron bars was chiseled, hammered and formed from the mythical minerals of puffy mythril, which were only available in the rich ore deposits of the clouds. She passed through it, and then saw herself inching closer to a ravenous, pale-white yellow fire, to which she frantically tried to swim back with all her aerial might, "No! No!" She panicked, "Down with pixieism! Down with the fairy revolution!"

She went through the intoxicating fire. Then all blurred in white until she grasped a sense of leaving the realm, as if to wake up from a dream, but such a sense of consciousness faded and she found herself, including arms and legs all, standing on a sunshine granite path, the likes of which made illumination under the area which Rina's feet were stepping upon.

Her curiosity fed her looks around the area, until thence they were intercepted by the three small cherubims again.

"Welcome!" They said.

"Rina, how are you doing?" Said a pure white cat.

"Who are you now?" Asked Rina.

"I am Prophecy Cat," said Prophecy cat.

"Prophecy Cat!" Rina exclaimed, "so true are the legends!"

"legends long forgotten shall, by my commanded paws, be lent to ye mortal mind's industry," said Prophecy Cat, "and upon thy head, God's hand will pat, as wilt thy humans do upon the pate of a cat."

"Woh!" Exclaimed Rina, "I'm gonna get pat on the head by god like a cat! What do I have to do?"

"My paws shall bare the clues," Prophecy Cat's paws meowed into the air, walking its profoundly cuddly feet upon the ethereal furnitures of Oxygen's fabrication. Rina had followed with the help of her winged hardhat.

Whence destination was made wife, and foot married to ground to prevent any aerial strifes, Rina witnessed in both her eyes and ears a minor slice of a well regulated paradise, as ladies in white dresses were twirling around a man with a guitar, singing, "Danza, danza, fancuilla, al mio cantar!" And such energy from his mere playing and singing was thus octupled through the dancing of these maidens, who's vibrant and happy gestures multiplied outwardly into other vibrant, happy, and easy-going lifeforms enjoying the atmosphere of joyfulness.