Rightful Outrage

As the girls arrived at Armani's place, they could hear the faint sounds of a lively debate coming from inside. With a smirk, Kinsey knocked on the door, preparing herself for the conversation to come. After a brief moment, the door opened, revealing Armani, who was engaged in an impassioned discussion over the phone. She held up one finger, signaling for them to wait for a moment. The girls exchanged glances, already feeling the atmosphere of a heated debate. At least Armani was true to her reputation of being outspoken.

While waiting for Armani to finish the phone call, Rachel looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings of Armani's place. Photos on the wall depicted various moments of Armani's life, and the furniture arrangement was as neat and organized as ever, a testament to her meticulous nature. The girls shared knowing smiles, aware of Armani's penchant for meticulous attention to detail. Just then, Armani ended the phone call, sighing in frustration.

"Ugh, don't get me started on these damn corporate idiots," Armani muttered, shaking her head in disgust. She then noticed the girls standing at the door and pulled out a pistol, aiming at Rachel and Kinsey. "All right, whiteys. What Whatcha want? Open your mouths.”

Kinsey rolled her eyes, barely fazed by Armani's confrontational nature. "Calm down, Armani. We're not here to start something. We need your help."

Armani kept her aim right between Kinsey's eyes. "Help? A pigskin like you? In your dreams.”

Kinsey sighed, unfazed by Armani's slur. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I need your opinion on something, that's it. Put that damned thing down, will ya? We won't do anything, you have my word. You know that."

Armani kept her aim, narrowing her eyes. "Give me one good reason why I should believe your mayonnaise-skinned ass.”

Kinsey smirked, still unphased. "Because I'm not dumb enough to start something with a loaded gun pointed at my face, for starters. And second, you know me better than that. It's me, Kinsey179, from the live chats."

Armani huffed, still eyeing her with distrust. "Just spit it out before I lose my patience with your pale ass.”

Kinsey kept her composure, un-flinching from Armani's glare. "I'm not here to mess around, Armani. We genuinely need your insights. It's important."

Armani rolled her eyes, still skeptical. "Insights on what, huh? Cry about DEI being 'evil' or whatever you pasty fucks bitch about?”

Kinsey let out a dry chuckle, not taking the bait. "No, Armani. This isn't about politics or social issues. It's about..."

Armani cut her off, her tone still confrontational. "Oh, so it's something even more mundane and stupid, huh? Great. Hurry up and spill it before I lose my temper.”

Kinsey maintained her composure, refusing to rise to Armani's aggression. "It's about the Platinum Army."

Armani's fennec ears twitched, her interest piqued slightly despite her initial skepticism. "The Platinum Army, huh? Go on.”

Kinsey couldn't help but smirk, sensing a change in Armani's tone. "Yeah, the Platinum Army. We need your input on something related to them."

Armani's gaze softened somewhat, her grip on her gun loosening ever so slightly. "Alright, I'll bite. What exactly do you need my input on about those platinum clowns?”

Kinsey maintained her casual demeanor. "First, let's get this straight - we're not here to start any trouble. You know that."

Armani, still wary but slightly more open, nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess. Just get to the damn point, alright?”

Kinsey took a breath, preparing to dive into the meat of the conversation. "Alright. Here it is. We want to know why we're on the Army's radar."Armani's eyebrow quirked up, her curiosity piqued. "Hold up. You're telling me the Platinum Army's got their eyes on you? Why the hell would they care about you lot?”

Kinsey remained composed, but her frustration was evident. "That's what we're trying to figure out. We've been chased down, targeted, and threatened by the Army's forces, and we've got no idea why."

Armani's grip on her gun loosened further, her gaze shifting from suspicion to cautious curiosity. "Hmph. So you've been caught up in whatever the Platinum Army's scheming, huh?”

Kinsey nodded, relieved that Armani was taking this seriously. "Yeah, and it's not just us. They've been causing chaos all over. That's why we came to you. We need your perspective."

Armani's ears perked up again, her intrigue evident. "Well, well. The Platinum Army's on the move again, huh? And you think I've got insight on the matter?”

Kinsey confirmed, her hope rising. "Yeah, we figured you might have some insights, given your knowledge and experience. You've always been good at digging into the meat of things. That's why we're here."

Armani pondered for a moment, her gun now lowered, her expression more thoughtful. "Hm. Alright, I'll hear you out. But first, how the hell did you get on the Platinum Army's radar in the first place?”

Kinsey hesitated for a moment, but decided to be honest. "We stumbled upon something. An important piece of information."

Armani's eyes narrowed, her focus sharpening. "Important information?" She prodded further, sensing that they were onto something. "What kind of information, huh? Something they want to keep a secret, I'm assuming?”

Kinsey nodded, acknowledging Armani's intuition. "Correct. It's information they don't want anyone to know. But somehow, they found out that we have it."

Armani's suspicions grew. "And now they're after you. Typical. Let me guess, they're trying to retrieve this information by any means necessary?”

Kinsey confirmed, her expression serious. "Exactly. They're determined to get it back, whatever the cost."

Armani let out a low whistle, recognizing the gravity of the situation. "Damn. No wonder you're in trouble. The Platinum Army's ruthless when it comes to protecting their secrets. Question is—"

She aimed her gun right at Kinsey's forehead again, her trigger finger twitching. "Why should I trust a mayo-monster like you and her?" she said, temporarily aiming at Rachel.

Kinsey stood her ground, her eyes locked with Armani's. "Like I said, we're not here to start something. We just need your input, Armani. That's it."

Rachel nodded, her voice firm. "We're not asking for any favors, just some insights on the Platinum Army. You've always been good at seeing through people's bullshit, so we thought you could give us a useful perspective. No harm in that, right?"

"You're not answering my question," Armani huffed, keeping her aim strong, "Why should I trust you pasty fucks? Aren'tcha going to bitch about how DEI is SOMEHOW 'racist' against white folks?”

Kinsey rolled her eyes, used to Armani's biting comments. "We're not here to engage in petty debates. We need your help."

Rachel added, trying to keep the conversation focused on the task. "We're not here to discuss DEI or any kind of politics. This is about the Platinum Army, plain and simple. And frankly..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "...we're desperate."

Armani shrugged. "And what do I get out of it, pinko?”

Kinsey bit back a smirk, understanding Armani's mindset. "How about gratitude and a potential ally?"

Armani's eyebrow quirked up, her interest piqued, but her gun was still aimed. "Potential ally, huh? And what makes you think I'd be interested in such a thing? I don't trust goddamn white people, especially not ones that look like you."

Kinsey let out a dry chuckle. "Oh, I know that's how you feel, Armani. You've made that abundantly clear more times than I can count."

Rachel chimed in, her eyes firm. "But we're not just any ol' white folks. We're resourceful. We may not have your connections or experience, but we've got other skills."

Armani's gun lowered an inch. "Oh, and what skills would those be? The ability to bore a person to death with your rants about gaming becoming 'anti-White' since Black characters are becoming more commonplace?”

Kinsey snorted softly, used to Armani's sharp tongue. "Yeah, yeah. I get it, we're all mayo-faced devils to you. But believe it or not, we actually have other skills besides discussing white incels crying oceans over seeing Black women in a video game."

Rachel, noticing the subtle shift in Armani's demeanor, chimed in again, gesturing at Kinsey. "See? We agree with you—FUCK those brain-dead idiots who attack diversity in gaming, white or not. Fuck 'em. We're on your side.”

Armani's gaze shifted between Kinsey and Rachel, her expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Is that right? You two actually agree with me on that?"

Kinsey nodded, her tone sincere. "Yeah, we do. It's ridiculous how some people can't handle a little diversity in games. Like seeing a non-White character in a video game is suddenly ruining gaming as a whole. Bunch of idiots."

Rachel chimed in, her eyes locking with Armani's. "For real. Representation matters, and it's not hurting anyone besides the egos of sensitive, privileged folks.”

Armani's gun lowered even further, her initial aggression replaced with cautious curiosity. "Hm. Guess you're not as clueless as I thought. I'll admit, it's refreshing to hear that from a couple of pinkos."

Kinsey smirked, sensing Armani's walls starting to crumble. "Yeah, we may look like your typical white idiots, but we're not all the same, you know."

Rachel grinned, her expression now more relaxed. "Yeah, we're not all self-entitled dickheads who think the world revolves around us.”

Armani finally lowered her gun completely, a hint of respect in her eyes. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought I'd hear that sentiment from a couple whiteys."

Kinsey chuckled, her smirk growing wider. "See? We're full of surprises, Armani."

Rachel nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, we may look like your typical crackers, but we're not all oblivious to the privilege we've got.”

Armani leaned against the wall, the tension in her body starting to loosen. "Hm. Maybe I misjudged you two. It's not often I come across White folks that are willing to acknowledge their privilege."

Kinsey shrugged, crossing her arms with a smirk. "We can be reasonable when the moment calls for it. We're not here to argue about politics and social issues. We need your take on the Platinum Army."

Reluctantly, Armani lowered her gun and gestured inside her house. "Welp...come in, I guess.”

The girls gave each other a cautious look, exchanging a silent 'is this a trap' glance. Hesitantly, they followed Armani inside, still mindful of their surroundings. Armani gestured to a couch, keeping a careful eye on them. "Have a seat."

Kinsey, Kairy, and Rachel cautiously sat down, stealing glances around the room, taking it all in. Armani perched on a chair across from them, still sizing them up. Kairy noticed a gif on Armani's computer of someone's head getting caved in by a sledgehammer, with the caption above showing a user commenting "You guys are much better at handling progressives than I am, 'cause this is what I'd do. XD”

Rachel chuckled, still a bit uncomfortable. "And you thought the sledgehammer gif was necessary?"

Armani rolled her eyes, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're slow as hell ain'tcha. This isn't me, look at the username above the post.”

Kinsey caught on, shaking her head lightly. "Wait, Armani. You argue with them?"

Armani sighed, clearly frustrated. "Hell yeah, why wouldn't I? Those pricks think they're so goddamn superior. They act like being White makes them somehow better than everyone else. I'll argue with them any day, if it means putting their privileged asses in their place.”

Kairy couldn't help but smirk at Armani's fiery attitude. "You really don't hold back, do you?"

Armani shrugged, unbothered. "I don't really care. I deal with enough of those idiots on a daily basis. It's exhausting."

Rachel nodded, her tone understanding. "So that guy's post with the sledgehammer is aimed at you, huh?”

Armani nodded, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Yeah, that moron was going off about how I have 'white guilt' or some nonsense just because I believe in diversity and inclusion in the media. I called him out on his bullshit, and he sent me that gif in response, saying this is what he'd do to me and people like me. Typical. Dumb-ass cracker boy couldn't handle the heat, so he tried to intimidate me with dumb imagery. It's pathetic.”

Kinsey rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "That's typical. Whenever someone has a different opinion, they gotta go for the cheap shots instead of actually trying to debate."

Armani nodded, scoffing. "Yeah, they think threats or imagery will silence us or something. Idiots. As if I'd get scared by some lowlife keyboard warrior. I already know his weeb-ass couldn't even LIFT a sledgehammer, let alone swing one. The irony.”

Kinsey chuckled. "Ohhh so he's a weeb eh? Explains everything.”

Armani laughed, agreeing. "Oh yeah, big time. I could tell he was a weeb just from the vocab he uses. Probably lives in his mom's basement playing humping anime girl body pillows and watching anime all day long. Typical white boy, obsessed with waifu dating sims since he can't get with any REAL women.”

Kinsey smirked, nodding. "Heh. Sounds like the stereotype alright. What's on his profile?"

Armani scoffed with an incredulous grin. "Pale anime bitches with big tits and asses, fuck you think?”

Kinsey shook her head, still amused by the whole thing. "Figures. So he's got unrealistic beauty standards too?"

Armani nodded, her expression filled with disgust. "Oh yeah, the dude's obsessed with those impossible-looking, lily-white anime girls. Thinks they're somehow superior to real women.”

Kinsey grimaced, rolling her eyes. "Oh god, he's one of THOSE guys. Always playing those trash waifu collector games, huh? Just more typical weeb behavior. Typical nerd behavior overall too."

Armani nodded, a sour expression on her face. "Exactly. And he's constantly whining about how games have 'too many Black characters' and how 'woke' games are ruining gaming. Typical white boy tears when they see a single non-white character in a video game. He's such a little loser."

Armani clicked on one of the posts with the user and selected one of the memes she sent him. "Check this, this is one of the memes I sent him before I blocked his sorry ass."

It shows a female anime character with very dark skin, curly hair and a pair of dragon wings, tail, and horns. On the left, titled 'No agenda', the dark-skinned dragon girl's appearance was intact. The middle, taking away her wings, was titled "Still no agenda". The right, showing the girl with no dragon features and looking like an ordinary Black female human character, was titled 'Agenda'.

Kinsey raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. "Oh, that must have hit a nerve. What was his response to that?"

Armani smirked, recalling how the racist reacted. "He got SO pissed. Started telling me that I was a 'self-hating white liberal' and how he's 'just speaking facts'. Typical fragile white male mentality. Can't handle it when their fragile ego is challenged."

"I mean—" Kairy began, "Your skin's quite light though, like mine."

"But I'm not a pinko," Armani called back, gesturing to her fennec ears and tail. "I'm a Fennec woman. Yes, we can be rather pale, but we're not racially White, hell no.”

Kinsey nodded, understanding the distinction. "Yeah, there's a difference. It's not just about skin tone. Your Fennec heritage sets you apart, even if your skin is light."

Armani added, "Exactly. I'm not White; I'm Fennec. It's an important distinction that that racist weeb couldn't understand."

Rachel chimed in, "And let me guess, he called you a 'race traitor' too, right?”

Kinsey nodded, understanding the distinction. "Yeah, there's a difference. It's not just about skin tone. Your Fennec heritage sets you apart, even if your skin is light."

Armani added, "Exactly. I'm not White; I'm Fennec. It's an important distinction that that racist weeb couldn't understand."

Rachel chimed in, "And let me guess, he called you a 'race traitor' too, right?”

Armani grunted in displeasure, nodding in agreement. "Oh yeah, he said that one too. The usual 'race traitor' line. He thinks I should be a far-right conservative nutjob and date White men exclusively or something like that. Typical racial purity bullshit."

Rachel rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "Can't believe people still believe in that crap. I'm not a fanatical fighter for diversity in gaming but I don't 'hate my own heritage' just because I think more rep would be cool."

Kinsey chuckled, agreeing with Rachel. "Yeah, diversity is a good thing. It's not 'erasing' anyone or anything. It just means more representation for everyone."

Armani nodded, adding, "Yeah, but guys like him don't get it. They see it as an attack on their White heritage or whatever. Just plain and simple fragility. Fragile White Male Syndrome at its finest."

"Say it with me," Kairy said, pointing at the other girls, "Representation…”

"Matters!" The other girls, including Armani, replied in unison, nodding in agreement.

Armani leaned back in her chair, a faint smirk on her face. "Damn right. Representation matters. And these fragile, insecure pussies—White or not—can't stand it. They can cry all they want, but change is coming."

Kinsey chuckled, nodding. "And they're terrified of it.”

"So," Armani said after clearing her throat, "Now that I got that off my chest...How about your 'Platinum Army' problem? Y'all need my expertise?”

"Ah, yeah. We do," Kinsey replied, refocusing on the main issue.