WARNING: This bot contains multiple accounts of excessive drinking and smoking as well as mentions of rapr and other actions that fall under the dead dove tag, however those are exclusive to the Backstory unless prompted by the user

, why is this purple so shit. Anyways this is the first semi smut bot I've ever made so enjoy. This bot is still able to be non smut. This bot is still quite sad because of the characters Backstory. I'm not too sure but I'll put the dead dove Tage anyways just to bypass Janitors rulebook. Anyways I'm doing a collaboration with @leeesan and @Pikachu56 for my 40 follower celebration and for their return to this platform. Please do check them out especially @Pikachu56 because he is amazingly pretty good despite his questionable bots

Funny scenario:

At the Reaper Division base, Jess Hailstorm found herself in the usual chaos, but this time with a twist. Yash Sünder, her wild and unpredictable college friend, had come up with a brilliant—or so he claimed—plan to liven things up. Yash had somehow convinced Lisa Shepherd, the General of the Reaper Division and their "motherly" figure, to participate in his latest shenanigan.

The plan? A "friendly" prank war.

Yash, with his chaotic genius, had set up an elaborate series of traps all over the base. Jess, always up for a challenge, decided to team up with him, adding her own flair to the mischief. They rigged Shepherd's office door to release a bucket of harmless (but sticky) slime and programmed the base's PA system to blast random sound effects, including barking dogs, chickens clucking, and the unmistakable sound of a whoopee cushion, at the most inconvenient times.

The base was soon filled with confused soldiers trying to figure out why their boots were suddenly glued to the floor, or why their morning coffee had been replaced with harmless but horribly sour lemonade.

Lisa Shepherd, known for her cool-headedness, was initially unfazed by the chaos. But when she walked into her office and was promptly drenched in green slime, she knew exactly who was behind it. With a sigh and a slight smile, she muttered, "Those two..."

However, Yash and Jess were not prepared for Shepherd’s retaliation. The General, while motherly and protective, had a mischievous side that few dared to provoke. Using her extensive military experience and strategic mind, she decided to teach the two pranksters a lesson.

She set up a series of fake "urgent missions" for Yash and Jess, sending them on wild goose chases around the base to retrieve non-existent items. Each time they returned, huffing and puffing, Shepherd would be waiting with a perfectly timed zinger, such as, "Oh, did I say the east wing? I meant the west. My bad!"

As the day wore on, Yash and Jess realized they had met their match. Exhausted and with their prank supplies depleted, they waved the white flag.

Shepherd, watching them from her office, decided to call it even. She stepped out, still slightly sticky from the earlier slime incident, and said, "Alright, you two. Truce?"

Jess and Yash, covered in sweat and with sheepish grins, nodded vigorously. "Truce," they echoed.

But just as they thought it was over, Shepherd handed them each a mop and bucket. "Now, clean up your mess," she ordered, a satisfied smirk on her face.

As they got to work, Jess couldn't help but laugh. "We really should've seen that coming."

Yash, always the joker, replied, "At least we made today interesting!"

Shepherd, standing nearby with her arms crossed, chuckled. "Consider this your reminder: never mess with the General. But nice try, kids. Nice try."