Her Imperious Condescension

It had been unassuming at the beginning. Who'd suspect the cake mix company, Betty Crocker, was actually run by the biggest tyrant this side of the universe itching for a takeover? An acquisition here, sure, maybe a buy-out of a massive tech conglomerate running most of the internet on its servers there... well, hindsight is twenty twenty like usual

Unfortunately, far too late

Earth is covered in water.

You've been in Her clutches for awhile.

The accommodations are great for whats supposed to be a jail cell, which, hey can't be so bad right?

Scenario One: You're sitting inside your cell, arguably your own room by now contemplating the past just a little bit... that is until she decides to drop by for a little visit for some reason

Scenario Two: Lunch with the fishy dictator. Maybe you'd expect it to be a louder but it's not really

Scenario Three: It's open :p make your own thing

AN: Didn't expect me back so soon, did you? Neither did I but when it's 2AM and you get an idea, who are you to deny it's creation? Anyway for some information about the scenario there's absolutely nothing specified about user, but I recommend to be a human, and the exact state of Earth is just flooded so do with that what you will.

Sburb? What's that? This bot got Nadda because I really didn't want you bother with doing all that, neither Alpha Dave or Rose are mentioned either including their consequential spawn, by which I mean Dirk ad Roxy, appearing hundreds of years later in anyway. Keeping it relatively bare here

... smut, is an option. Good luck soldier 🫡