The bratty kids playing Battlefield 1943 at home had all been chased upstairs by Older Sister for their afternoon naps, including the still-unsatisfied xl34, xl28, who even mouthed songs silently out of habit, and a whole bunch of other bizarre Super Evolution mass-produced hosts. I was very glad we had enough rooms at home—I mean, I was very glad Pandora had previously installed enough spatial expansion devices in the house, though her original plan had been to use them as hangars for invading Earth.
Viska was lying sprawled across the table, writing a self-criticism. Its central theme was a profound recognition of what a grave mistake it was to encourage underage girls in someone else's home to use dangerous toys that included anti-tank guns. It was hard to imagine that such a spirited, forceful mature beauty could ever obediently write a self-criticism, but considering Father God was sitting in front of her supervising, it became understandable. With that Rogue egging them on and backing them with "the Goddess's blessing," the Rozen Maiden team, the mass-produced host team, and the Nation-Destroying Combination led by Qian Qian and Lilina had fought a three-way battle, expending nearly half a ton of ammunition in twenty-five minutes. The floor was carpeted in shell casings, and Lin Xue even poured out a huge handful of steel pellets when she took off her shoes. Anweina was sitting atop the cabinet, scooping flattened Dumdum Bullets out of her Crow Nest by the handful. The Living Room was a spectacular sight. Even postwar Leningrad probably hadn't had ammunition remnants at this density. Viska had only used the Goddess's blessing to remove the ammunition's lethality; she had never intended to clean the house afterward. Worse still, to "mark the little contestants who had been eliminated," she had removed the cleaning