You suck so much at Castlevania...
...That you become the producer of it and all following incarnations, and your sole purpose is to slowly whittle away any coherence and reason and heart that the series threatened your crazy Scientology ideals with while in your mother's womb (pee hole), until you're in it too deep and you actually start to dress and act like a bishie, and your thick greasy hair drills deep into your skull and creates a mindlink to an inner god of the 6th dimension who commands you to create the anti-Jeebus, Nanobreaker, and gather two of every type of CV fan onto a grand ark that you are to set on fire within the deepest depths of hell. (Legion thanks you for the new outfit, and says he'll make you one out of the leftover scraps, but will have to charge you shipping).
You become afraid of people yelling at you on account that your mother was Jewish, but your Japanese ancestry tells you you're a mini-god, (and why wouldn't Gigantor tell the truth?), and so you decide to turn Dracula into a schoolboy you totally CRUSHED on in your youth --OHMIGOD!-- and still regularly fap to on account of the scurrvy -- argh!
So after eating an orang-- er! -- ORENJI, you realize it was the vitamin-C deficiency all along as you wake up in your office to two beautiful ladies still much more talented than you'll ever be, and who deserve to be where you are, and you grow increasingly paranoid that they're trying to overthrow you (or, even worse, are talking badly about your penis behind your back), and -- you know what? -- they are. I clearly heard them say this.
After dying some more inside you look down at your velour desk only to discover the little SD Gundams that come out of the pencil drawer at brunch have done it again! What was once a ludicrous idea on paper that your superiors mercilessly scoffed at, has now magically become reality. Never one to contain your manly excitement, you rush to the nearest convention to announce your greatest idea yet:
CASTLEVANIA: JUDGEMENT.
VICTOLYYYY!!!
(Ayami and Michiru stay at the office and make fun of your consistent hat hair and... kiss a little bit... and maybe end up touching eachother suggestively):
WOW! You really suck at Castlevania.