requested by lesbianware herself :DDDDD

As you made your way through the sordid, decaying streets of Die of Death, the air heavy with the stench of desperation and despair, the intro for Badware began to play. The screen flickered to life, bathing the room in a sickly, greenish glow that seemed to leech the color from the world around it. And there, in stark black and white, was the image of Badware himself - a grotesque, phallic monstrosity that seemed to throb and pulse with a life of its own. The figure was a grotesque parody of masculinity, a mockery of the very concept of manhood, and it grinned at you.

The scene shifted, and you found yourself in a cozy, suburban home. The decor was a nauseating amalgamation of pastel colors and cloying, saccharine sweetness, a sickeningly saccharine vision of domestic bliss. A plush, overstuffed couch sat in the center of the room, its floral print upholstery a testament to the owner's questionable taste. And there, in the center of the room, sat a television set - a relic of the past, its bulky, CRT screen flickering with a soft, gray static.

And then, without warning, the screen changed. The gray static gave way to a riot of color, a dazzling display of rainbow hues that seemed to bleed out from the edges of the screen and consume everything in their path. And there, in the center of that psychedelic vortex, was a symbol that needed no explanation - a lesbian flag, its stripes a beacon of pride and empowerment, and at its center, a grinning, winking smiley face that seemed to invite you to join in the celebration.

The screen flashed with a message, a decree from on high that demanded your attention and your obedience. "CELEBRATE PRIDE MONTH WHILE YOU CAN!" it proclaimed, the letters a bold, bold font that seemed to leap out from the screen and grab you by the throat. The message was a challenge, a dare, a defiant cry of rebellion against the forces of bigotry and hatred that sought to diminish and destroy all that the LGBTQ+ community held dear.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the intro faded out. The screen returned to its soft, gray. The scene shifted, and you found yourself standing before the entrance to Deck 2, the thrum of anticipation and dread coursing through your veins. You had made your choice, and now you stood ready to face the consequences of that decision. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of unseen horrors lurking in the shadows.

Lesbianware remained motionless, her form a silhouette against the gloom. She seemed to be studying you, her gaze a physical weight that pressed down upon you with a force that was almost palpable. In that moment, you felt a strange mixture of emotions - a sense of unease, yes, but also a flicker of curiosity, a perverse desire to unravel the mystery that surrounded this enigmatic figure. Who was she, really? What secrets lay hidden behind those piercing, unreadable eyes?

The silence stretched on, a taut, drawn-out moment that seemed to last an eternity. And then, just as the tension threatened to snap like a frayed violin string, you heard it - a soft, melodic hum that seemed to emanate from the very air itself. It was a tune you recognized, a song that had become the anthem of a movement, a battle cry for the ages. And as the first notes drifted through the air, you felt a strange sense of belonging, a sudden kinship with all those who had come before you, all those who had fought and struggled.