Towerld Level 0010: The Public Torture Is the Triple Feature

By Doctor Deicide

When the expedition team is about to exit from the turf of the drug lord and enter the upper level, it is split into male and female squads. Hector_1304 is dressed in dreadful drag, and enters the feminist floor to rescue Wendy and the Pluck Princess. Even if he manages to reunite with the female squad, he is forced to be executed publicly in front of the hostile crowd.

Can the trio work together to get out of the dangerous predicament? What comes useful in this situation; combative abilities, theatrical skills, musical talent, planning ability, assistances from unexpected sources, or the cunning to deceive not only foes but also friends? How are an ugly redhead and a beautiful blonde going to affect the stage?

When the musical performance by the Pluck Princess in the purple haze reaches the climax, the public execution starts veering off to an unexpected direction.

At The BBB website, you can download a musical track, composed and performed by the Pluck Princess.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365113840

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Towerld Level 0010: The Public Torture Is the Triple Feature

Towerld Level 0010: The Public Torture Is the Triple Feature

Written by Doctor Deicide

Cover illustration by Polka D

Cover design by Tanya

Copyright © 2016 Doctor Deicide / The BBB: Breakthrough Bandwagon Books

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-365-11384-0

The Overall View of Towerld

Part One

---01---

I, Hector_1304, am dressed in drag by wearing abaya. I am facing Mary Teana Blockheart, known as the Pluck Princess, and Wendietrea Nevaryt-Terp (my master and the postal princess) while being close to Direct-link Stairway #13 and in the middle of the park area of the feminist floor.

We are surrounded by so many vigilantes in plainclothes (recognizable with armbands) and uniforms that I cannot count them. In front of such overwhelming numbers, the martial skills and strengths possessed by Wendy and me are not quite plenty enough for penetrating the human barriers. (I am still wondering if the Pluck Princess can employ her mesmerizing music and herbs to save our day.) All the possible escape routes are plugged.

Anyway. I have to make sure that I keep the vigilantes in check and prevent the surrounding ring of humans from contracting any further.

---02---

Wendy is looking somewhat startled, but still manages to speak. It is really good to hear her voice.

What in Towerld are you doing here? You are surely bringing your unpredictability to the next tier.

As witty as this cute critter can be, she is having hard times trying to choose proper words to speak here. I do not know what to say, how to explain this, from what part to start the description, and to what extent I tell her what I have gone through. This makes me think.

Oh, my gourd. Is she an acquaintance of yours, my dear Pouch Princess?

The voice from the Pluck Princess is cooling down the rather overheated atmosphere of the vicinity, like a cool breeze. I do not know if she is planning this effect intentionally, but her voice surely makes me relax.

So, she is referring to me as someone she does not know. She is not mentioning that my name is Hector_1304, and she is not telling anyone that I am someone she knows. Even though this Pluck Princess is rather dimwitted, she is improvising and setting up the stage. I cannot waste her effort here.

---03---

As I am formulating the next thing to say to buy time, one of the uniformed vigilantes steps in.

What is she? She is just another vigilante. The hairdo is somewhat unique. The curly hair seems to be exploding to all directions isotropically. The color is red, or copper. (Is it correct to call her a ‘copperhead’, instead of a ‘redhead’?) It is shaped like a broken bird’s nest. If she lets a bird live in the hair, then she can call herself the detachable Chibird. (That is not funny. I am glad that I did not say this vocally only to embarrass myself in public.)

Even though the clumpy hairdo is hiding it, her freckled face is bloated, despite the fact that she is not obese. (Is she stuffing cottons into her mouth, to the level that she can call herself a ‘cottonmouth’?) She has slit eyes. To be honest, she is much uglier than the average.

The redheaded vigilante asks Wendy a question. (She is avoiding me, and interacting with a little girl. I am just too intimidating to the ladies, eh?)

Hey, girl. Is this one in abaya your friend?

Yes. I do admit that I am having hard times trying to react properly to the rather exotic dress.

The manner of speech by this redhead is as messy as her hairdo.

In that case, as a girl that you are, you are going to have to be on the side of feminism, by facing off against your friend. Just because we are on your side, that does not mean that we tolerate your befriending what we oppose. To prove that you are still on our side, you are going to have to punish this creep.

I do not think that she is thinking of becoming my friend anytime soon. (I would like to humbly decline any offer of friendship from such an ugly dog that she is.)

This vigilante is very typical of what they are. She and other vigilantes are shorter and smaller than I am. Wendy is even littler than these females, and probably they feel that they can make strong statements to her with confidence. (It is easier for anyone to talk to someone smaller than she is. I understand that.)

Wendy is not backing off.

Whether I and my friend fight against each other or not, can you not just toss all of us out of this floor on the spot?

The chippy one responds, while keeping the offensive tone in her voice. Yeah, you are trying to get away with this by making excuses, eh? You are just a little girl, and I may be asking you to do too much. But, because of your gender, you should at least try to understand the meaning of this feminist floor. No thanks to the likes of you being traitors, we may end up losing a war against those slimy, dirty, filthy, and disgusting male chauvinists. You have to show us what you stand for.

This ragged redhead is trying to force my master to succumb to the system of feminism. Actually, I am not sure if there is anyone who can influence Wendy to change her policies and the ways of her life. She is too determined to be budged by others.

I am noticing once again that the residents of the feminist floor are constantly angry at something. Their frustration for the social bias of sexism seems to affect their sentiments toward issues related to gender inequality. The females attack other females who may have something to do with males. In fact, that vigilante is lashing out against the cute critter.

I have to calm down. I have to defend my master from the irrational irritation. However, I cannot let the anger get the best of me, and let my rage ruin the relative calm that is currently being maintained here. I am a surrounded intruder, and I just have no right of anything whatsoever.

---04---

This is when I step in and step up. I have an ace up my abaya sleeve.

Excuse me, ladies. I insert my presence between the critter and the abrasive redhead.

What do you want!? the loud vigilante yells at me reactively.

I am feeling agitated, but manage to keep the tone of my voice low and calm. I am telling you. Hear this. I am a friend of your leader, the Fay Ministress.

So what? (To my surprise, she does not sound too impressed.)

I try to explain the point. To prove my point, you can bring to this place the Fay Ministress. She will speak with her own words, and tell you that I am her coworker belonging to the Ghoude Corporation.

I think this is a clever move by me. I am sure that the residents of this floor would like to listen to the statement from their leader, and they will wait until the Fay Ministress arrives at