Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

That was hilarious, right there! I laughed constantly throughout the whole thing...it's just plain funny. Mister FuzzyDoomBringer...

[CelebrenIthil]

*rubs back of head*

Eh, thank you very very much!!! ^^"""
I'm relieved, I was not sure it would be funny.
(Hey, I'm not safe writting in English, gimme a chance!)
((the only fanfiction I've written in English impling blood splattered walls and mass murder... .___.))

Thanks a lot, whew! ^^

And uh, Mister FuzzyDoombringer was a sudden inspiration when I tried to doodle Garland. (y'know, since I'm gonna rolepaly him, I tought I should try to draw him in anime style but I was not in the mood to make armor so I started doing him in little hearties boxers in bed with a Teddy Bear - hence Mr FDB. ^^ The name came instantly ._. )

Also, I've modified "Evil Teal Aquamarine" for "Mean Teal Aquamarine" 'cause that made too many "evil" in a short paragraph.
._.
But that too was a tough I've had previously, what kind of a weird color is the armor of Garland? O.o
<<Teh quick badly-resized MS Paint doodle!
Most unusual... XD

lol, anyway, I can't wait to see what's coming next, in both this and your BM's nightmare story! ^^
*tapdances*

[Seran]

Heh, in the 8-Bit RPG forums, I've lately started editting whatever grammatical errors were in your posts...aheh...

Next nightmare update!

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“Who was…what?”
“Blood, Fighter. I can smell it all the way from here. You’ve hurt someone.”
“I –”
“Who was it, and why?”
“It –”
“You’d better have a good reason.”
“It was…it was one of my friends, Black Mage.”
Vargus’s head seemed to limp over.
“He stabbed me in the head, so I took out a sword and slashed his eyes out.”
An eerie chuckle followed, and Fighter blinked as Vargus raised his head, laughing.
“It’s about time he was taught a lesson.”
“You – you really think so?”
“He’s brought woe to many people. Of course I think so, Fighter.”
“Cool. Anyway, when did you get here?”
“About an hour ago…”
Black Mage had decided to watch Red Mage. When were they going to get to the point?
“I said patience!” Red Mage exclaimed irritably.
“Now, Fighter, I want you to prove to me that you’re fit to be emperor.”
“How?”
“In battle.”
“That’ll be easy! Who’s the chump I’ve gotta fight?”
Vargus smiled, and almost lazily, he turned around as he lifted his sword from the ground. As he did, they could clearly see a ridiculous amount of scabbards across his back, piled over one another. Black Mage was astounded like Fighter, failing to count just how many swords were on his back. By the gods, he was wearing more than five swords! It was completely insane, but not to the master.
“Me.”
There was an overwhelming silence, with Vargus holding his case aside so that they may see the many scabbards on this back more clearly.
“I have to fight you? But…how many swords are you gonna use?” Fighter asked incredulously.
“Do I have to count for you?” Vargus answered aggressively. He spun around, his expression suddenly filled with the rage of war. He released his torn cape, allowing it to flutter back down, and his left hand flew back, gripping one of the swords wildly. His thumb held onto a second and he swiftly unsheathed both. Vargus did the same with two others, then a fifth sword. He was actually wielding five swords in his left hand! He was already holding one in his right, but Vargus unsheathed four more, and with both hands, drew out an additional sword for each, then placed their hilts behind his canine teeth. There were two swords in his jaws, five in each hand, and a frighteningly dangerous appearance. He was actually going to use twelve swords on Fighter.
“What technique is that? That’s badass!”
Vargus couldn’t speak through the two hilts in his teeth. He glared at Fighter irritably, but removed them from his mouth nonetheless.
“Zodiac of Exile,” he explained. Fighter unsheathed his own four blades, ready to prove his worth against the mighty Zodiac of Exile. In the battle awaited four in the hands of a student, against twelve in the grip of his mentor.
“This should be entertaining,” said Red Mage. He brushed his hair away from the orb, keeping the strands behind his ear.
Fighter tried to control his breathing in an attempt not to seem subdued. He looked at Vargus, whose pose was calm yet his face twisted into that of a beast, with menacing claws and fangs that were his swords. He seemed unsure to the choice of taking the first strike. Black Mage waited patiently, curious to see what would happen next.
Blind gleams of the swords flashed through the air, and a red blur sprinted all around Fighter wherever he went. Eventually, he picked up the pace, adding to the quick motion of the fight. Vargus himself was a whirlwind of wrath, like a wild animal competing for sheer survival and only survival. Fighter, knowing he easily could have been outmatched, was being very careful and defensive. Every time he was attacked, he managed to defend himself with his own swords, and would take a jab at Vargus before darting away to lead him elsewhere. One of them ended up getting a deep cut right across their face, leaving a slash of red across their nose. It didn’t seem too dangerous to leave a permanent scar, but they saw it had been landed on Vargus, who only became more aggressive with the battle. Red Mage was needlessly commenting little bits throughout the whole thing. If Black Mage had either his knife or his magic, he would’ve made Red Mage shut up somehow. They watched Fighter collapse in the midst of the battle, and nearly get his entire body impaled right to Hell, but he rolled just at a point where it seemed Vargus had hesitated for one split second, before he plunged his ten swords in the ground. While Fighter was rolling away, he hastily grabbed one of the swords from his mouth and flung it skillfully at Fighter. The blade caught the young warrior by the cape, who let out a barking yelp like a dog as he was snagged. Black Mage couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t so bad after all. By the end of the battle, Vargus was exhausted from wielding so many swords, but the scratches he had on him was the cut across his face, the small slash towards his neck, and a few assaults in his right arm. The rest of him was completely untouched. Fighter, meanwhile, was completely bloodied, and he was swaying uneasily on the spot in the corner of the garden, but he still seemed ready to fight. None of them tried to notice all the blood splattered on the poor flowers and grass. Vargus bowed his head for a moment, took his swords from his mouth, and slowly sheathed them all in their scabbards. That indicated the end of the battle session.
“Very good, Fighter,” he said rather harshly, broken by his controlled breathing. Black Mage figured that his lungs were paining through the extreme use of his swords. “Still determined, I see.”
“Yeah, I bet!” Fighter taunted back at his teacher. It sounded more like a show off to Vargus nonetheless, and he laughed.
“Yes, yes, whatever you say. Now you should find someone who can clean up this mess.” Vargus gestured to the blood around him, then turned and departed, clutching his face. Black Mage, by then, was on the ground, laughing his head off at the suffering inflicted between them. The vision faded from the orb, and Red Mage stared down at him.
“You do know what that means, right?”

[CrotchKnocker]

Both of your stories are GOLD man! Keep the comedy going!!!

[DarkCORN!]

Seran, both your artwork and writing are the work of a god. I...I love you.
Keep up the good workOR ELSE!.

[Seran]

Oh, no, I'm not that good. I still have much to improve on.

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"What is it?" Vilbert asked suddenly, popping his head into Garland's tent. Bikke was too lazy to respond by even waking up at least a little. The vampire glanced around, noticing Garland throwing various items everywhere in a furious search to find some sort of beloved object. "Who is this Fuzzy Doom Bringer of whom you speak?" he added, alarmed to see such a neat person like Garland creating a great mess in his own tent. Garland had just thrown his covers onto Bikke, who had finally reacted to the scene by muttering wildly and struggling in the blankets, rolling around as Vilbert watched with bewildered eyes.
"Noooo!" Garland sobbed, collapsing onto his knees. He covered his hidden face with his hands, crying over the absence of his evil teddy bear. Vilbert quickly raced over to him, kneeling by his side and patting his back in an attempt to console him.
"Just tell me what happened," Vilbert said, but before he could get an answer, Garland had violently grabbed Bikke by the front collar of his dirty shirt and shook him wildly.
"What did you do with Mister FuzzyDoomBringer?" he asked hysterically.
"Who?" Bikke replied cluelessly, only resulting in getting himself shaken insanely again.
"Where is he? I want Mister FuzzyDoomBringer back! I want him back, you hear!" Garland cried loudly, scaring Vilbert out of the tent. The vampire dashed out, rubbing his arm and looking up at the light stretching across the sky. The sun was due to rise and fall on him anytime soon. He walked away to seek out Drizz'l, who had snuck away to sit near the creek that was not too far from the camp.

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The dark elf was seated by the creek, listening to its quiet murmurs with Vilbert's coat wrapped around his miserable body. He stared down at the pure water, glaring at his own dark reflection, his white hair still visible as ever. Angry, he slapped his hand across the water's surface, sending a few trails of the water aside back into the creek. He shut his eyes, resting them as he felt the shadows of the trees around him. How he hated summer. The green leaves waved merrily in the wind, mocking him by seeming so happy when he was tormented by the other Dark Warriors. As he opened his eyes, he heard someone coming, someone humming, and saw their shadow dancing. He squinted, not familiar with the figure. He could tell it had a cape, and yet the voice sounded creepily familiar. He glanced up as he noticed someone emerge from the trees, dancing and humming quite merrily to himself. The person stopped as they, too, noticed a figure in their presence. As soon as the stranger opened his eyes to Drizz'l, the dark elf recognized him, and he pointed violently at Fighter, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open.
He really, really wanted to scream, "Give me back my swords, you miserable human, so that I may slice your new body in half and use your head to impale on a stake so that I may use it to intimidate the others and give them a reason to fear me!"
But instead, having realized Fighter's new costume the very moment Fighter had appeared, Drizz'l shouted, "Where in the name of the dark caves of the Picturesque Forest of Trees did you get that?"
Fighter blinked hard at him, not recognizing the dark elf. The voice was familiar, as was the hair, but the coat was new.
"Uh...somewhere, I guess."
Drizz'l lowered his arm, trembling with suppressed anger. "Do you recognize me?"
"Nnnnope."

[DarkCORN!]

Can I try?

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The fighter blinked twice then said "Oh...wait...I think...no...WAIT!...no...OH YEAH! wait...no. WAI-"
"Are you done?" he was interrupted by Drizz'l
"No...WAIT!-"
"Shut up!" said the dark elf impatiently. He was now standing, Vilbert's cloak hung around his ankles. He shivered. It was freezing out there. "My name-" he said, shivering "is Drizz'l!"
"Oh yeah! Elfy McElf guy! Now I remember!" said Fighter.
"Now give me back my swords you bag of flesh!"
"I kinda need em..." Fighter said, trailing off.
"What do you mean?" Drizz'l hissed.
Fighter held up Drizz'ls swords, each chained to one of his own.
"YOU DIRTY-" Drizz'l stopped as he heard the clank of someone in armor running towards them. "Is that...It sounds like GarlanOW!" Garland failed to stop before his momentum caused him to hit Drizz'l, sending them both into the water. Drizz'l instantly resurfaced, easily keeping afloat. Several air bubbles broke the surface where Garland had landed. Followed by a few gurgles.
"What?"
more gurgles
"What do you mean you can't breathe? Mr. Fuzzydoombringer? What?"
still more gurgles
"Hold on" Drizz'l said as he dived underneath, then returned, moments later, with a sopping wet Garland clinging to his back. Garland climbed onto Drizz'l's head, then jumped onto the dry land. He missed, however, by an inch, and found himself half in and half out of the water. He screamed and tried to claw himself onto land. Drizz'l gave him a shove and he flew onto dry land, then rolled into a tree. Drizz'l climbed up himself.
"Now what were you babbling about?" said Drizz'l
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What do you think, Seran?

[Seran]

I liked it! It was funny, especially with the "Elfy McElf" part! You're not so bad, DarkCorn.

[CrotchKnocker]

I thought it was great too. only one thing bothers me though...
none of the darkwarriors can swim. none.
great story though!

[DarkCORN!]

According to Seran's story in the 8-bit fanfics thread, elves can swim very well.