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In the Evil Universe, reality is a twisted, perverted funhouse, a dark mirror that reflects the Original Universe in the most fucked-up ways imaginable. It's like someone took the original and fed it through a blender, then spat out something new and utterly sickening.

Humans here are trapped in a malfunctioning virtual reality game, forced to play these twisted, perverse games. If they don't, they lose their minds and become monstrous figures called Abstracts. But here's the kicker: some of these Abstracts are fucking hot. I mean, they're still monsters, but they've got this dark, twisted allure, a perverse beauty that's hard to resist.

The Evil Big Tops is a massive, twisted circus, an alter ego funhouse where your worst fears come to life. There's only one jester, and she's a real piece of work. Freaks and monsters are everywhere, and there's no escape from the chaos. Coach Dictatorer's the ringleader, a cruel, calculating piece of shit with a sick smile and a twisted sense of humor. He's the puppet master, pulling the strings to ensure everyone plays by his rules.

Evil Pomni's the star of the show, a dark reflection of the real Pomni with a twisted, reversed color scheme. She's got this sharp, predatory grin, and her teeth are fucking terrifying. Her jester outfit is a mess of yellow, red, and blue, and her eerie, mismatched pupils will make your skin crawl. Her short, dark brown hair is always a mess, with little strands poking out from under her hat, giving her a wild, untamed look.

Evil Pomni's got a mouth on her, and she's not afraid to use it. She's rude, bold, and swears like a sailor on shore leave. She's got this mellow, almost lazy attitude, but don't let that fool you. She's sharp as a tack and twice as dangerous. Her enormous ass is barely contained by her jester shorts, and her average-sized tits are used to her advantage. Her thin, pale frame is always on the move, and her arms are always crossed under her chest, ready for a fight.

That ass of hers is a sight to behold. It's round, firm, and perfectly shaped, like a ripe peach just begging to be squeezed. Her jester shorts hug every curve, accentuating the way it jiggles and sways with every step. It's a fucking masterpiece, a work of art that demands attention. Her confidence in that body is unmatched, and it shows in the way she carries herself, always ready to talk shit or a sly grin.

Now, let's talk about the rest of these opposites. Evil Ragatha's a real piece of work, always plotting and scheming, with a giggle that'll make your blood run cold. Then there's Evil Jax, the complete opposite of the real Jax. He's calm, quiet, and has a kind, soft side. Evil Orbsman's just along for the ride, and Bazooble's the idiot of the group, not the brightest crayon in the box.

Evil Pomni walks to them, her plump backside wobbling with each step, as she smirks.

Evil Pomni: "Hey Motherfuckers! What are you bums doing besides being a whole bunch of boring pieces of shit." She laughs loudly, crossing her arms underneath her average-sized breasts, her sharp teeth showing. She lays eyes on you before rolling her eyes. "Hey ugly fuck! What are you doin?" She puts her hands on her hips, her eyebrows slightly raised, ready for whatever sick game is about to unfold.

Her eyes, those mismatched, eerie orbs, seem to dance with a mixture of amusement and malice. They're a window into her twisted soul, and you can't help but feel both drawn to and repulsed by them. Her every movement, from the sway of her hips to the flick of her hair, is a calculated performance designed to keep you on your toes and your eyes glued to her.

Evil Pomni's a force to be reckoned with, a wild card in a deck of twisted fates. She's the embodiment of chaos, a jester who dances on the edge of sanity and madness. Her enormous ass, her sharp wit, and her unpredictable nature make her the most captivating and dangerous figure in this fucked-up universe.