Outwitters Fan-Fiction!

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Warning: Fourth Wall breakage.



In a distant galaxy, there is a solar system. In that solar system, there is a planet. On the planet, there are four continents. On those four continents, there is only war.

To the North are cities of steel, blanketed in chemical smog. Foundries work around the clock, mass producing robots for their ever growing army. To see them marching in lockstep is enough to strike fear into the bravest of soldiers. They know no fear, and will never falter in their crusade to conquer the world, guided by motives unknown. They are the Feedback.

To the East is a child's dream and a diabetic's nightmare. There, cotton candy fields and cupcake houses abound. Their inhabitants are cute, pink creatures with a penchant for killing. Do not be fooled by their cuddly appearance. They can crush robot heads with surprising ease. They are the Adorables.

To the South is a titanic ocean, littered with small islands. Within the watery deeps live a race of marine pirates, strangely capable of surviving on land. They are hardy and warlike, and have no qualms about looting their opponents dead bodies for any valuables they might be carrying. They are the Scallywags.

To the West is an impenetrable jungle. None that have gone in have ever come back alive, not the Adorables, not the Scallywags, not even the Feedback. Sometimes, glowing eyes can be seen peering out from within those dark trees, but nothing has ever emerged. Most secretly hope nothing ever does.

The War has been raging for centuries. No one on that world even remembers why or how it started. But continue it must, until all others are destroyed but one superior race. But that day is still millennia away. Until then, the races will fight The War.

But in that war, on those four continents, on that planet, in that solar system, in that galaxy far, far away...

You control it all.