OOC: I've been seeing the discussion, and I think I might have made a huge mistake with adding Yukari as a potential visitor. So, have this Omake of what might happen if things get... out of hand. You can still vote for her. Just... if she is chosen, please, be
very careful, or this might become canon.
Omake: Too Much Power
In the Town of Beginnings, a man sits motionless at a bar, just staring at his half-empty glass.
It had been such a good plan, too.
Trap ten-thousand players to... to... he had forgotten. Really, he wanted to forget.
"Another round on me," he states, throwing a bag of Col on the counter, to the weak cheers of the other players at the bar.
He should have been attacked outright.
Instead, due to circumstances, he was tolerated, and accepted.
The plan had started off well, but it had attracted attention.
Too much attention.
It wouldn't have been such a big problem, if it wasn't for... wasn't for... ugh, the alcohol was really good at blocking it out. He really didn't want to remember.
Regardless, the attention gathered had caused the first floor to be cleared in days. The second floor had been cleared the next day.
Something had been powering through the floors faster than he himself could have prepared for it...
...but Cardinal had prepared for it.
By the time the game had started its second week, the tenth floor was reached...
...and Cardinal changed the game.
The first real change was that it eliminated the safe zones. All of them. While he had planned on stopping the creation of safe zones later down the line, he had been intending to leave those already on the first ten floors alone. Cardinal had instead removed
all areas of safety.
But that paled to its next move.
It upped the difficulty of the enemies.
That should have been expected. But what no one expected was
how powerful the enemies were.
The basic enemies beyond floor ten had the power of Dead Apostles; mini-bosses were
Dead Apostle Ancestors, or their equivalent.
The floor bosses? Full-blown TYPEs. And the bosses of important floors? TYPE Ulitimates.
TYPE ULTIMATES!
And the bosses were all intellegent. How intellegent?
"There you are."
He shuddered as he turned towards the entrance to the bar to the speaker, a little girl with a staff.
'Orty'
"Anyone want a tea party?" she asked.
They were intellegent enough to leave their lairs, abuse the Transport Gates that players had yet to activate, and hunt the players in the cities they hid in.
And to top it off, the TYPE-MOON Ultimate Copy: Crimson Moon Burnested had stolen control of Aincrad from his grasp!
Granted, the Wizard Marshall had tried to make amends for showing off too much power with that woman, but they started being overwhelmed. So, they called a creature in to turn players into Demons in order to try to fight back.
That just made the problem worse.
In the end, the Marshall was killed, his hurriedly trained apprentice quickly grabing what remained of their friends and leaving Aincrad for another world.
By the end of the second month, only about one-thousand players remained, most of the dead consumed by the powerhouses still roaming Aincrad.
Kayaba looked back at his now empty mug of beer, and then back up at Orty, or rather, a TYPE-MERCURY Copy: ORT. Thank the Root that neither of the powerhouses had been killed by her; otherwise, no world would have been safe.
No use in delaying the inevitable any longer... he thought.
"Last call," he shouted, standing up. "Last call for drinks in this life! We're going to go out in a tea party!"