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Kiramager Carnage: Unleashing the Malevolent Wheels
🕑 Added 2023-10-22 11:39:01 +0000 UTCBuckle up for a wild ride in the first chapter of our Kiramager Helloween peril horror story! Here, we take a deep dive into the unsettling transformation of Juru and Sena, as they become ensnared by the sinister car show. Watch them veer off the path of heroism and steer towards becoming a gang of violent car owners.
Can they navigate a course back to the light, or will they leave a trail of chaos and destruction in their wake?
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In the midst of the colorful park, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Juru, with his vibrant imagination, had looked forward to this day for a while. He had made plans to meet his close friend there, envisioning an afternoon filled with laughter and creativity.
As he approached the park, Juru's heart swelled with excitement. The sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and the world seemed to be a canvas of endless possibilities. He couldn't wait to see his friend's face light up with joy as they painted and laughed together.
However, as he reached the familiar park bench where they had planned to meet, his enthusiasm waned. His friend was nowhere in sight. Juru's brow furrowed as he scanned the park, searching for any sign of her presence.
Sena, on the other side of the park, had a similar plan. She was supposed to meet her friend amidst the lush greenery. The tranquility of the natural surroundings was meant to be the backdrop for their reunion. Her heart was filled with the anticipation of sharing stories and enjoying a leisurely day in the park.
Yet, as the minutes passed, Sena's excitement turned into concern. She gazed around the park, her green eyes reflecting the verdant scenery, but there was no sign of her friend. She wondered if perhaps her friend had been delayed.
It was then that Juru and Sena, their paths having converged, crossed each other. Both of them wore puzzled expressions, and it didn't take long for them to recognize their shared predicament.
Juru, his voice tinged with disappointment, mumbled to himself, "I thought my friend was going to be here."
Sena, equally perplexed, replied with a furrowed brow, "I thought the same about my friend. This is odd."
Their mutual confusion hung in the air, and the vibrant park had taken on an aura of uncertainty. The sounds of children playing and birds singing seemed to fade into the background as their concern grew.
Juru, growing anxious, decided to make a call to his friend's parents. With a trembling hand, he dialed their number and put the phone to his ear. As the conversation unfolded, his expression turned from concern to sheer worry.
Juru's voice, tense and filled with worry, spoke into the phone, "Hello? It's Juru. I was supposed to meet Mizuki at the park, but she hasn't shown up, and I can't reach her. Have you heard from her?"
There was a pause as Juru listened intently to the response. His face grew more anxious with each passing second.
Sena, sensing that something was amiss, waited with bated breath. When Juru finally lowered the phone, she asked, "What did they say?"
Juru's voice was filled with deep concern as he replied, "They don't know where she is. She left a note saying she was going to attend the peculiar car show that's been all the rage in town. It's called 'Carmageddon.'"
Sena's eyes widened with realization. "Wait, my friend mentioned the same show in her note. Something isn't right, Juru."
Sena lifted her Kiramai Changer wrist transformation device, a device that allowed them to morph into their heroic Kiramager forms. Her eyes were filled with a mix of determination and caution as she activated it. The familiar sequence of lights and sounds began, but before her transformation was complete, Juru stopped her.
"Wait, Sena," Juru said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I think the two of us can surely handle this. We're Kiramagers, and we're much more powerful than any threat some weird car show can bring our way."
Sena was still weary and cautious. "But Juru, we don't know what's really going on in there. It could be dangerous. Besides, we have no idea if the Yodon Empire is behind this."
Juru contemplated her words, his brow furrowing. "You're right; we can't be sure. But I can't help but think that maybe our friends are just being youngsters, wandering off without telling anyone. They might be caught up in this car show without realizing the danger. We need to find them."
Sena hesitated, her worry for their friends evident in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she nodded in agreement. "Okay, Juru, I'll follow your lead. Let's check out this secretive car show, but unmorphed. We don't want to attract unnecessary attention."
***
Inside the dome of the peculiar car show known as "Carmageddon," Juru and Sena encountered two massive masked thugs guarding the entrance. The thugs' imposing presence was a stark contrast to the vibrant, psychedelic scene inside. They crossed their arms, their expressions stern, and demanded that Juru and Sena leave immediately.
But Juru, his excitement still coursing through him, spoke up with confidence. "We're here to meet our friends, Mizuki," he said with a smile.
“And Makino,” added the anxious Sena. She stood beside him, uncertainty in her eyes. She had reservations about the situation but remained quiet, observing the thugs with caution.
To their surprise, the masked thugs exchanged a quick, knowing look before one of them nodded, and the other reluctantly stepped aside to allow Juru and Sena to enter. Sena's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. It was an unexpected turn of events, and she wondered what had influenced the thugs' decision.
Once inside, the scene that greeted them was beyond their expectations. An extravagant and almost psychedelic car show unfolded under the domed ceiling. Dancing spotlights illuminated the area, creating a dizzying play of lights all around. The blaring music from a DJ's setup added to the surreal atmosphere.
Customized and even armored cars were displayed in various spots, each with its unique design and features. Youngsters moved around the cars with an almost reverential attitude. Some were taking pictures, while others seemed to be adoring and even worshipping the vehicles. Something was undeniably off about the entire scene, and Sena couldn't shake the feeling that they should not be there untransformed.
However, Juru's excitement got the better of him. He suddenly caught sight of Mizuki among the mesmerized crowd and without hesitation, he rushed toward her. To his surprise, when she turned to see him, Mizuki’s expression was dazed, and she reacted violently, landing a punch on Juru. His eyes widened in shock as he staggered backward, clutching his jaw. The other brainwashed young worshippers noticed Juru's presence and began to turn their attention toward the commotion.
Sena, witnessing the unexpected aggression, wanted to rush to Juru's aid. But just as she took a step forward and prepared to activate her Kiramai Changer, someone from behind grabbed her arm. She whirled around to find herself embraced by her own friend, Makino whose eyes had taken on a distant, trance-like quality. The sudden deep kiss caught Sena off guard, especially with her arms locked on the sides. The encroaching saliva-drenched tongue into Sena’s mouth added another layer of hypnotic shock that burned into her mind. Her fingers shuddered and spasmed in futile attempt to fight back, to break free. Yet Sena’s resistance waned as she was gradually drawn into Makino’s adulterate love fueled by the evil car show’s atmosphere.
Juru called out to Sena, his voice filled with urgency. "Sena! Snap out of it! We need to get out of here!"
But Sena remained unresponsive, her eyes glazed over as she continued to be captivated by the surreal display of cars and the enigmatic hold the car show had over its attendees. The atmosphere was thick with an eerie trance, and Juru's words seemingly nonexistent.
Juru's heart sank as he attempted to activate his Kiramai Changer, the wrist transformation device that would allow him to become KiramaiRed, one of the Kiramager Sentai heroes. But his efforts were abruptly interrupted when his dazed female friend, Mizuki, lashed out with a fierce kick, striking Juru's face. The pain shot through him, and he winced, caught off guard by her sudden aggression.
More of the young worshippers who had been captivated by the car show joined in, seizing Juru's arms and legs and immobilizing him. Mizuki mocked him, her words laced with a cruel and unfamiliar tone, "You're so weird and weak, Juru. Only a fool would fall in love with someone like you."
Juru's heart ached as he recognized the harsh words, knowing that it was actually Mizuki. Her transformation into this cruel version of herself was disturbing. Despite the pain and confusion, he couldn't help but feel the sting of her words.
In a desperate attempt to break free, Juru struggled to activate his Kiramai Changer device on his wrist. However, Mizuki's relentless kicks and punches battered him severely, leaving him bruised and breathless. The pain became unbearable, and he couldn't hold back a groan as he vomited, further weakening his already fragile state.
Mizuki, still wearing a twisted smile, approached him. "You want to transform, don't you, Juru? You can do that inside your special car. Your powers will empower the Carmageddon evil hive."
The other worshipping youngsters, with a fervor that seemed almost fanatical, grabbed Juru and dragged him toward an open muscle car. They shoved him inside, and the moment Juru was seated, the car's doors instantly locked, and the windows shut. Panic surged through him, and he pounded on the doors and windows, but they remained immovable.
His hands, trembling with fear and desperation, were suddenly drawn toward the steering wheel as if some invisible force held them there. Juru resisted with all his might, his muscles straining, but his weakened power was no match for the relentless pull.
In a frantic move, Juru reached for his Kiramai Changer on his wrist, his fingers trembling as he struggled to manipulate the device. As he finally managed to activate it, a burst of fiery energy enveloped him, and he transformed into KiramaiRed, the Kiramager Sentai hero. It was an act of desperation to protect himself and break free from the sinister influence of the car show. "Inspiration Sparkling! Kiramai Red!”
As Juru transformed into KiramaiRed, the power of his Kiramager abilities coursed through him, enveloping him in a fiery aura. However, he quickly realized that something was terribly wrong. Instead of feeling empowered, he felt his power being drained away by the very car interior around him.
"Ah, it hurts... what's happening to me?" Juru's voice trembled as he gasped between his cries of pain. He desperately tried to resist the relentless draining of his powers, but it was an overwhelming force he couldn't combat.
His body jerked and twitched uncontrollably, like a marionette on strings, and he squirmed in his seat as the life force that empowered him was siphoned away. It was an excruciating sensation, and he could do nothing to stop it. He stuttered in agony, unable to comprehend the dire situation.
The steering wheel before him underwent a grotesque transformation. It morphed into a monstrous maw, with a giant, slimy, and sticky tongue-like tentacle that reached out, wrapping around Juru's helmet. The mere touch of the tentacle sent a shockwave through his body, sucking away most of his KiramaiRed power. He felt himself weakening further, his limbs growing heavy, and his voice faltering.
But the ordeal was far from over. The tentacle, now firmly gripping his helmet, pushed the monstrous mouth toward him, trapping him helplessly. The mouth emitted a series of psychedelic images that played across Juru's visor, filling his gentle mind with disturbing and violent scenes of car races and crashes.
Outside of the car, Mizuki, the friend he had once known, watched with a cruel and mocking smile. Her words dripped with twisted satisfaction as she taunted him, reveling in his suffering.
"Look at you, Juru," Mizuki sneered. "You thought you could be a hero, but now you're just a loser nerd."
Juru's response was a jumbled mix of pain and despair, his mind clouded by the relentless torment. "No... I won't... give in... I'm a Kiramager..."
The monstrous mouth of the car continued to produce vivid, psychedelic images of violent car races and catastrophic crashes, each image further poisoning Juru's once-gentle mind with a thirst for violence. The violence and chaos of the images began to take hold of him, and his screams became frenzied, echoing within the car's interior.
"More... power... give me... more..." Juru's voice trembled as he stuttered, his mind slowly succumbing to the malevolent influence. The struggle was tearing at his very core, and he couldn't discern reality from the nightmarish illusions that surrounded him.
Mizuki's mocking laughter from outside the car only fueled Juru's torment. Her voice now felt like a dagger twisting in his heart. "Enjoying the ride, Juru? It's only going to get worse from here."
Within his transformed KiramaiRed form, Juru twitched and writhed, unable to escape the relentless onslaught of these nightmarish scenes. The images played like a never-ending film in his mind, each frame carrying a malevolent message of violence and destruction.
He screamed in agony, the fragmented words of pain escaping from his quivering lips. "No... stop... these visions... argh!"
The visions were relentless, each more intense and horrifying than the last. In his mind's eye, he saw cars colliding in explosive bursts of flames, twisted metal mangled beyond recognition. He witnessed drivers hurtling out of control, their faces contorted in terror as they careened toward disaster.
The cacophony of screeching tires and shattering glass echoed in his ears, becoming a maddening symphony of chaos and destruction. The sheer brutality of the imagery tore at his very soul, corrupting his once-gentle mind with a thirst for violence.
Juru's cries of torment echoed within the car's interior, a haunting soundtrack to the mental battle taking place within. His struggles intensified, but the malevolent grip of the car and the insidious influence of the visions refused to relent.
The world outside the car had lost its meaning. All that existed for Juru now were these violent and chaotic images that seemed to be etched into his psyche. The transformation that had once brought him power and purpose was now a curse, a gateway to a nightmarish descent into darkness.
Juru's transformation into KiramaiRed took on a nightmarish quality. His screams and pleas gradually twisted into stuttering screams of violence, while inside his Kiramager helmet, his face contorted with agony. A foamy spittle formed at the corners of his mouth, a stark contrast to the determined and pure-hearted hero he had once been.
His body convulsed and spasmed within the confines of the car's interior. Jerking and writhing, he was like a puppet being controlled by invisible malevolent strings. Each twitch and contortion was a manifestation of the corruption that had taken hold of him, and the struggle for his very soul was etched into every spasm.
The KiramaiRed hero was now a vessel of darkness, his mind marred by the insidious influence of the malevolent car. The core of his very being was tainted, and his heroic spirit twisted into something unrecognizable.
"St-stop... y-you won't... control... me!" His stuttering screams of violence were punctuated by the erratic movements of his body, which had become a vessel for the malevolent influence that had gripped him. “Mabushisugiruze!”
Juru’s KiramaiRed spandex costume gleamed as he summoned his Go Kiramager powered-up form. His chest was now protected by a butterfly-like crystal shield. Instead of shouting out a heroic roll call with the new armor, the young hero declared his new allegiance. “Carmageddon!”
Inside his helmet, his eyes were wide with a manic and frenzied look, the very essence of his heroism warped by the insidious force that had taken root. The visions of violent car races and destructive crashes continued to play out in his mind, each one deepening the darkness that now dominated his consciousness. Even his fortified form was useless against the perversion.
With the malevolent car continued to tighten its grip on Juru, his transformation into an evil, bloodthirsty car driver was reaching its chilling conclusion. His once-heroic eyes, now bloodshot and devoid of their former innocence, reflected the malevolence that had consumed his very soul. The red crystal, representing his heroic Red Sentai soul, was savagely torn from him by the monstrous mouth of the steering wheel. With it went his heroism, forever lost to the corrupting influence of the car.
Juru had been transformed into a puppet of violence, a dark reflection of the hero he once was. The parasitic muscle car prison now bore the colors and symbols of KiramaiRed, a cruel irony that taunted his former ideals. As he revved up the car in bloodthirsty excitement, his once-pure spirit had been irrevocably tainted, and he now reveled in the malevolent thrill of the car's influence.
"J-Join me, Sena," Juru's voice stuttered, his words twisted and sinister as he urged his former friend to succumb to the darkness that had ensnared him. His pleas were now laced with a sadistic fervor, a stark departure from the hero he had once been. "S-sena... it's... exhilarating...YOU CAN’T... e-ESCAPE!"
***
Meanwhile, Sena, who had been French-kissed and fondled by her thirsty friend Makino, was in a state of sluggish awareness, her mind still partially intact despite the hideous situation she found herself in. She desperately attempted to activate her Kiramai Changer, but her movements were lethargic, and she struggled to break free from Makino's grasp.
Makino, who had come to despise Sena, seized the opportunity to thwart her attempts at resistance. With a cruel shove, she forced Sena into another evil car, subjecting her to the same corruption process that had ensnared Juru.
Sena's transformation inside the car was accompanied by a psychedelic display of light and color, a malevolent show that exposed her KiramaiGreen powers to the parasitic car interior. The images of car violence continued to play out in her mind, warping her perceptions and slowly eroding her once-heroic spirit.
Makino, her voice dripping with contempt, taunted Sena as the corruption began to take hold. "You always thought you were better than us, didn't you, Sena? Now, you'll see what it's like to be as violated and owned as us!"
Sena's pleas were a heartbreaking mixture of fear and desperation as she struggled against the encroaching darkness. "No, please... I don't want this... let me go!"
The malevolent car's tentacles and the monstrous maw of the steering wheel came to life, reaching for Sena as she continued to resist. Their slimy, sticky touch became increasingly oppressive, and the struggle within the evil car intensified.
Makino's laughter was filled with sadistic delight as she watched Sena's futile struggle. "You're no hero now, Sena. You're just like us—corrupted, and loving every moment of it."
Sena's attempts to resist the encroaching darkness were marked by a sense of desperation. "I can't... I won't give in... I'm a Kiramager, not a puppet..."
The malevolent car's tentacles and the monstrous maw of the steering wheel loomed closer, their slimy touch becoming more invasive. Sena's resistance was slowly crumbling, and her voice quivered as she tried to hold on to her fading heroism. "I'll... fight it... I won't become... one of you..."
The images of car violence played out in her mind with relentless intensity, each scene serving as a grim reminder of the malevolent transformation that was taking hold. The once-clear lines between good and evil were blurring, and Sena's internal struggle continued.
As the malevolent car's influence deepened, Sena's dialogue became more erratic and disjointed, reflecting the internal battle she was waging. "N-no... hero... I am... not... g-going... to..."
The utterly vile, slimy, tentacle-like tongue shot out from the gaping mouth, snaking its way toward KiramaiGreen's helmet. The grotesque appendage licked across the surface of her helmet, leaving a trail of malicious slime in its wake.
As the tongue wrapped around her helmet, it sapped Sena's KiramaiGreen powers, leaving her in a state of helpless vulnerability. She squirmed and struggled, her movements sluggish and feeble, as the malevolent influence continued to tighten its grip.
Not only that, the tongue took its time to explore Sena’s spandex-clad beautiful body. Its end fondled and caressed her arms, then abs, then went even lower as it wanted to satisfy its own depraved thirst. The stuttering Sena screeched when she felt the trespass on her tight crotch. The tendril stabbed her between the legs, harrowing into her cameltoe while the heroine shrilled louder in the most assaulting sensation ever. Her eyes became watery, her helmet jerked here and there to ease the invading hots.
The tentacle tongue stopped right before Sena could climax. In her influenced mind, she cursed it since a release would end all of her suffering. Why wouldn’t it let her release the burden? Sena’s mind was a messed-up puzzle by now. Her breaths were short and sharp and her eyes couldn’t find anything to focus on. Perhaps the whole Kiramager business was a mistake.
She thought things couldn’t go wrong anymore, yet she was very wrong. The tongue returned to tease her groin from the sides. It circled her cameltoe to create the most perverse sensation she ever thought would experience. Yet, there she was, a victim of this horrendous evil.
The tongue breached again, this time it was helped by the psychedelic dashboard and steering wheel lightshow to burn Sena’s mind into violence. “No… No!” the heroine screamed in absolute agony. "No... this can't be…!”
Then, it came. The tongue’s end twisted itself to be a drill that dug and eventually pierced Sena’s KiramaiGreen helmet mouthguard. The girl’s mouth was totally exposed and she could smell the thoroughly repulse saliva drool smell from the cursed monster appendage.
Her muffled cries resonated within the evil car's confines, a haunting testament to the malevolence that had overtaken her. "I won't... I can't..."
The malevolent tongue's grip only grew tighter, and Sena's struggles became increasingly futile. Her once-heroic spirit was slipping away, replaced by a malevolent force that threatened to consume her entirely.
As the malevolent influence continued to tighten its grip on Sena's mind, her dialogue transformed into an utterly agonized and helpless cry of pain. "S-stop... please... make it stop... I can't..."
The malevolent tongue's relentless intrusion, combined with the malevolent psychic shockwave, plunged Sena into a nightmarish state of torment. She spasmed within the evil car, her once-heroic spirit succumbing to the malevolent force that now held her in its unrelenting grip.
"It's... inside me... twisting... everything…!"
The psychic shockwave had left her psyche reeling, and the malevolent influence that gripped her mind was relentless. The once-defiant KiramaiGreen now found herself teetering on the precipice of darkness.
"The darkness... it's taking over!"
Sena's stuttering words were a painful testament to the malevolent force that had ensnared her, and her struggles within the evil car only served to highlight her helplessness.
"Please... make it stop... it's changing me!"
The psychotropic lightshow acted as a relentless assault on Sena's consciousness, destroying her spirit to resist and fight. The images that played out in her mind were a vivid depiction of violent cars and crashes, each one sowing the seeds of malevolence into her heroic soul.
"I see it... I see the violence... it's taking over me... Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!"
Her words were punctuated by frantic cries that echoed with sheer terror. The malevolent force was pushing her to the brink, her once-heroic spirit crumbling in the face of the relentless onslaught.
"It's in me now... I can't resist... I don't want this... Help! SOMEBODY, HELP!"
Sena's frenzied screams reverberated within the evil car's confines, a distressing cacophony of panic and despair. Her struggle had devolved into sheer madness, her mind overwhelmed by malevolence.
The psychotropic lightshow's relentless assault continued to tighten its grip, and Sena's once-heroic spirit was now overwhelmed by sheer panic and lunacy.
"Please... I BEG YOU... Make it stop... I don't want to be like this... AARGH! Get me out of here!"
Sena's transformation into an agent of malevolence was nearly complete, and the malevolent car's influence had driven her to the brink of madness. As she wrestled with the dark force that consumed her, a new, unsettling scene unfolded.
Amid the psychotropic lightshow and the grotesque tongue's invasion, Sena's dialogue began to morph into a fragmented symphony of madness. Her voice quivered with a dissonant blend of fear and derangement.
Juru's voice urged Sena to accept her new twisted self. "The time for chaos is upon us, Sena. Let the world taste the fury of our wheels!"
KiramaiGreen felt like her head was about to explode. With the steering wheel releasing her hands, she clawed her spandex-clad body and pinched her own raisins until she arched in depraved ecstasy. “Juru… Suffering… Wheels of doom, KiramaiGreen!”
“We are the heralds of destruction!” pumped Juru in his own evil car. Its interior now shimmered with his extracted KiramaiRed power. The assimilation of his heroic essence into the frames and structures was complete and ominous.
Sena, no longer the steadfast and heroic KiramaGreen, responded with a manic fervor that mirrored Juru's descent into darkness. "Yes, Juru, LET CHAOS REIGN!”
Their words were no longer cries for help or pleas for release. They were now the chilling proclamations of malevolent agents, determined to carry out the malevolent car's will.
***
Another car show stage was raised by the wicked hall. Two ramps protruded toward the cars holding Juru and Sena respectively. The two debased former Kiramagers knew what to do. They put their hands back on the steering wheels and revved up the engine. With their Sentai energy taken, the vehicles sport new bulky V20 engines with oversized chrome blowers that jut out from the hood.
Sena moaned hard in lust when she heard and felt the engine roar. Its blowers spew dragon’s fire all over. Her crotch was wet even without anyone touching it. The unholy engine’s vibration that attacked her heroic spandex suit was enough to get her high. Now, she wanted to up the ante. “We destroy our worthless sad peaceful old selves!” screeched KiramaiGreen as she put the pedal to the metal.
“No more peace on this earth when we’re around!” Juru did the same.
The two evil cars bolted up the ramps, leaving a dense trail of smoke that showed multiple ghostly skull patterns. The engines vroomed like the sound of a thousand beasts from hell. The two corrupted Kiramagers eyes inside their helmets also exhibited the same debauchery.
The cars ran up the ramps, then crashed onto each other in a huge echoing explosion with the KiramaiRed and Green inside screaming at the top of their lungs. Yet, they weren’t dead. The hit didn’t kill them, but it gave them something worse.
The cars melted their bodies with each other. The engines combined with each other. The chassis, the lights, the roofs all merged into a single, even more armored and imposing vehicle.
In its heart was a spherical chamber made of the devilish car seat leather. It was a prison of lust for the two trapped former heroes. Now, the influence of the surrounding sweatbox pumped their hankering and craving of shagging and frakking.
Juru and Sena had discarded their helmets, exposing their reddish breathless faces to each other and the demonic car. KiramaiGreen’s folded legs were lifted high, exposing the space between them. Red began the wild sequence by licking Green’s wet groin deep and hard, making Sena scream in unimaginable ardor and even peeing Juru on the face which he enjoyed very much like the best tropical drink.
Sena’s hands and fingers tried to find something to hold, something to squeeze on to release the incredible tension. She could only find her own erect raisins on top of her powerful melons to accomplish that while Juru continued her assault and gulping of her waste. Her eyes were white with mindless bliss, yet her mouth could still produce words albeit jumbled and almost nonsensical. “KiramaiHoes… Tightly-packed… No, we are not… We are…”
Juru helped assemble the thoughts in his own carnal adventure. He then slammed his tenting, vein-filled, spandex-clad baton onto the wet opening with ferocity. “We are… KIRAMAGEDDON KREW!”
Sena felt like she had found her true life purpose. Her bastardized eyes gleamed up as she screamed out loud. “KIRAMAGEDDON KREW!”
With that, their heroic days were over as their Sentai souls exploded as a shimmering shockwave that hardened the devilish muscle car cocoon around them, empowering the Carmagedon car show and enabling it to advance its fiendish mission.
