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Angry Driver Nene fumes her way to a (relatively) fast Finish [hololive/engsub]
Published at : January 08, 2022
Nene plays Mario Kart 8 Deluxe.
Original stream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwzhNlbk59k
@Nene Ch.桃鈴ねね
Music used: Titus Andronicus - Titus Andronicus Forever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lx0jzcDofLg
Dark Souls 3 OST - Vordt of the Boreal Valley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxXcuDAv7Ss
Nene was somewhere around 12th place when the mushrooms began to take hold. I remember her saying something like “Outta my way, trash! I got a race to win!” I thought this was odd since she was about to be lapped by four sweaty Waluigi mains. But then there was a terrible roar as she got struck by three consecutive lightning bolts, wasting the three mushroom boosts she had activated all at once for some reason. She was screeching: “You goddamn animals! How could you!? How could you do this to me!?” And then four purple-clothed Italian men passed her by, giving her the middle finger with white-gloved hands as they did so.
I have seen improbable things. A snow elf snagging not one but two golden carp while a luckless white-haired fox spent time in a mental institution, repeating the phrase ‘Akai na’ over and over. A septuagenarian pirate masquerading as a teenage girl breeding a rare blue amphibian on a computer belonging to a gorilla-knuckled angel. A permanently smiling middle-aged Japanese man powering a Christmas tree using only a Peloton and the power of friendship.
But I had never seen the impossible.
Until now.
“Now you’ve done it.” Reeking of ozone and sweaty gym socks, Nene put her scorched hands on the steering wheel of her self-drawn Toyota Yaris. Her knuckles popped and paled like pearls. She breathed through her snot-filled nose in ragged drafts, making a sound like paper being torn into shreds. “Uoh,” she grunted, as if testing out the tone of her voice. Then, more animalistically, “UOH!”
The ground beneath her comically small tires quivered. Above, the sky was laced with a sanguine sheen, roiling like a boiling sea of blood. Tens of thousands of shiny Magikarp began falling from the sky. A peach-shaped moon loomed over the doomed denizens of Mario Circuit and the air was thick enough to drink. An unseen, otherworldly choir struck up an apocalyptic dirge, and a long health bar appeared beneath Nene’s car with the name ‘Nene, Peach Pontiff of the Big Cassole’ just above it.
Nene took in one last swathe of air, and the world shuddered, like the guilty under the falling blade of the guillotine. Thunder itself was deafened by the clarion war cry pealing from her lungs like an echo of the explosion at the beginning of time.
“UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!”
Forests, flattened. Lakes, evaporated. Cock and balls, tortured. The sonic boom with which she launched herself nearly blew out the sun like a pitiful candle. She overtook the Waluigis with such speed that the human beings playing them had to factory reset their minds and relearn everything they thought they knew about reality. The finish line itself became unmoored in spacetime and stood up, revealing two chicken-like legs upon which it scampered toward Nene so as to be sooner crossed. It laid a large golden egg just as Nene passed underneath and in the resulting explosion of supernova yolk and unbridled Nenenergy, the universe was remade.
On a coral beach, lounging on a pink bath towel, a pinkish-blonde-haired young woman sipped Lamy Sweat from a Yamena sippy cup. Next to her was a trophy with an engraving that read: ‘Congrats on your Twelfth Place Finish!’
Original stream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwzhNlbk59k
@Nene Ch.桃鈴ねね
Music used: Titus Andronicus - Titus Andronicus Forever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lx0jzcDofLg
Dark Souls 3 OST - Vordt of the Boreal Valley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxXcuDAv7Ss
Nene was somewhere around 12th place when the mushrooms began to take hold. I remember her saying something like “Outta my way, trash! I got a race to win!” I thought this was odd since she was about to be lapped by four sweaty Waluigi mains. But then there was a terrible roar as she got struck by three consecutive lightning bolts, wasting the three mushroom boosts she had activated all at once for some reason. She was screeching: “You goddamn animals! How could you!? How could you do this to me!?” And then four purple-clothed Italian men passed her by, giving her the middle finger with white-gloved hands as they did so.
I have seen improbable things. A snow elf snagging not one but two golden carp while a luckless white-haired fox spent time in a mental institution, repeating the phrase ‘Akai na’ over and over. A septuagenarian pirate masquerading as a teenage girl breeding a rare blue amphibian on a computer belonging to a gorilla-knuckled angel. A permanently smiling middle-aged Japanese man powering a Christmas tree using only a Peloton and the power of friendship.
But I had never seen the impossible.
Until now.
“Now you’ve done it.” Reeking of ozone and sweaty gym socks, Nene put her scorched hands on the steering wheel of her self-drawn Toyota Yaris. Her knuckles popped and paled like pearls. She breathed through her snot-filled nose in ragged drafts, making a sound like paper being torn into shreds. “Uoh,” she grunted, as if testing out the tone of her voice. Then, more animalistically, “UOH!”
The ground beneath her comically small tires quivered. Above, the sky was laced with a sanguine sheen, roiling like a boiling sea of blood. Tens of thousands of shiny Magikarp began falling from the sky. A peach-shaped moon loomed over the doomed denizens of Mario Circuit and the air was thick enough to drink. An unseen, otherworldly choir struck up an apocalyptic dirge, and a long health bar appeared beneath Nene’s car with the name ‘Nene, Peach Pontiff of the Big Cassole’ just above it.
Nene took in one last swathe of air, and the world shuddered, like the guilty under the falling blade of the guillotine. Thunder itself was deafened by the clarion war cry pealing from her lungs like an echo of the explosion at the beginning of time.
“UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!”
Forests, flattened. Lakes, evaporated. Cock and balls, tortured. The sonic boom with which she launched herself nearly blew out the sun like a pitiful candle. She overtook the Waluigis with such speed that the human beings playing them had to factory reset their minds and relearn everything they thought they knew about reality. The finish line itself became unmoored in spacetime and stood up, revealing two chicken-like legs upon which it scampered toward Nene so as to be sooner crossed. It laid a large golden egg just as Nene passed underneath and in the resulting explosion of supernova yolk and unbridled Nenenergy, the universe was remade.
On a coral beach, lounging on a pink bath towel, a pinkish-blonde-haired young woman sipped Lamy Sweat from a Yamena sippy cup. Next to her was a trophy with an engraving that read: ‘Congrats on your Twelfth Place Finish!’
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