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hololive's Nene Momosuzu plays Park Beyond. Original stream:    • 重力なんて無視して最強のジェットコースター作ってやるぜぃ【 Park Beyond 】   ‪@MomosuzuNene‬​ Thank you to ‪@Noodlebrain‬ for the QC help! In the daily Buy and Sell, someone had written what appeared to be an attempt at the world’s saddest and shortest short story. “For sale. Tricycle. Never pedalled.” Ms. Yukihana paused pouring her milk-substitute saké into her Frosted Flakes. “Twenty bucks. That’s not bad,” she said. She thought of a close friend of hers whose only mode of transportation was a shopping cart she had won during a Street Fighter tournament. Sure, a tricycle only had three wheels as opposed to a shopping cart’s four. The main thing to consider, however, was that a tricycle was a proper vehicle, whereas shopping carts were never made with human transportation in mind. By the time Ms. Yukihana had finished her saké-soused Frosted Flakes, she was determined to buy the tricycle for her friend. She took a picture of the address with her phone and gave it a once over. ‘Room 1730, World’s End Retirement Home.’ The name of the seller was listed as ‘Ms. Houshou, formerly 17 years old.’ There was no phone number. Being a snow elf of good sense, and possessed of a healthy fear of strangers, Ms. Yukihana decided to ring up another of her close friends to accompany her. She scrolled through her list of contacts until she came upon the name ‘The Orange Ranger.’ She rolled her eyes, her thumb hovering over the call icon. She pressed it. Her pointed ears pricked up. Her already pale face turned the colour of Elmer’s glue. There was a phone ringing in her bedroom. “Nene?” she called, voice quavering. “Are you inside my house?” A few seconds passed. “No,” responded a voice in the bedroom whose owner clearly had a mouthful of gummy bears. “Nene!” cried Ms. Yukihana. “We talked about this.” “What is this ‘this’ of which you speak?” Ms. Yukihana lifted a hand and began to count on her fingers. “Privacy. Property rights. The criminality of breaking and entering. Eating candy in my bed and getting the sheets all sticky. Stealing my deodorant and selling it on Etsy.” By now, her face had turned the colour of a cherry-flavoured snow cone. “Any of this ringing a bell?” “Sounds like a conversation you may have had with this ‘Nene’ individual,” said the voice from the bedroom. It sounded like the speaker had crawled under the bed. “But certainly not with me, the Orange Ranger.” The sound of another bag of gummies being opened echoed down the hallway. “Besides, what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine. That’s how society works, isn’t it?” Ms. Yukihana sucked in a lungful of air, scrunched up her face, and put a hand to her forehead as if she were suffering a brain freeze. “Will it ever end?” she whispered. “Hey, Wamy?” called the Orange Ranger from the bedroom. “I accidentally spilled my juice box all over your white carpet.” She paused. “Can you get me another one?” Ms. Yukihana bypassed the paper towels, ignored the juice boxes in her fridge, and went straight for the magnetic knife strip. She grabbed a meat cleaver with a paperback-sized blade and headed back toward the bedroom. “Wamy? Everything okay?” asked the Orange Ranger. “Why do your footsteps sound so angry? Why has the temperature dropped below zero? How come I’m hearing DOOM music?” When Ms. Yukihana kicked open the door of her bedroom and stepped inside, she found a young woman with pinkish-blonde hair staring up at her from under her own bed, like a turtle poking just its head out of its shell. The young woman’s face was sticky with syrup and sugar. There was an orange stain on her pearl-white carpet. It spelled ‘ENEN’. She looked from the young woman to the stain and back, like a frustrated pet owner glaring at a puppy for having had an accident indoors. “Any last words?” The Orange Ranger slowly stuck an arm out from under the bed and raised it up to Ms. Yukihana. On her palm was an amorphous mass of balmy stuck-together gummy bears. “Want some?” Ms. Houshou was sitting in her room, rocking in her rocking chair when two young women came to pick up her tricycle. The blue-haired one did all the talking. The one with pinkish-blonde hair looked as though a seagull had snatched her hot dog and then desecrated the top of her head. “Everything okay with your friend there?” asked Ms. Houshou. “She seems a bit glum.” “Oh, she’s just sulking,” said Ms. Yukihana as she rode the tricycle around the room. “She got a little talking to, that’s all.” “Is that so?” said Ms. Houshou. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully with the dull end of a knitting needle. Her wizened face brightened. “I know what’ll cheer you up!” She hobbled over to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a purple plastic package. “Do you like gummies, dear?” A smile slowly swelled on the young woman’s face. “The Orange Ranger LOVES gummies.” https://ko-fi.com/mapleleaftranslations