Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories - Page 8

CrotchKnocker · 03-15-2006, 01:30 PM

I guess they do, but good story either way. I NEED MORE!!!!!!!!1

actually i was refering to Brain's 8-bit, but nvm.

DarkCORN! · 03-15-2006, 01:33 PM

I think its Celebrenithil's turn. Is that how you spell it?
And, Seran, what do you mean not SO bad? Why would you think I was bad?

Seran · 03-15-2006, 04:42 PM

Yes, that is how you spell CelebrenIthil. Dno't worry, she'll post soon whenever she feels like it.
I assume elves are good swimmers because they're good at everything else...except for offering consideration to other races...

DarkCORN! · 03-16-2006, 07:57 PM

Next part up cause I got bored at school today and wrote it down on notebook paper.

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"My teddy!"

shouted Garland as he ran towards Drizz'l. He stopped in front of the dark elf and pointed at him. In his bad guy voice, Garland said ominously-

" You didn't take him, did you? If you did, that would be very BAD for you."

In his mind, Garland pictured Drizz'l's punishment. Bikke, Vilbert, and Garland sat at a table, eating pie, while Drizz'l sat in a corner, his back turned, wearing a dunce hat. "Mwahaha." Garland chuckled to himself. Drizz'l stepped past Garland, then shoved him into the water.

"Whatever, I'm going to get breakfast."

Garland splashed around violently, then clambered up onto shore and started to cry. Drizz'l walked up to the camp, sat down on a stump, and grabbed a piece of bacon. Bikke and Vilbert sat across from him. Drizz'l wore a frown on his face.

"Arr. What be the matter laddy?" said Bikke.

"Nothing. Our ingenious, evil "leader" has lost his teddy bear." he said with a snarl.

He munched on a piece of bacon. Garland, sopping wet, approached the camp and sat down on a stump. "Jerk." he said to Drizz'l, half sobbing. A few seconds later, he started to cry violently.

"OH!...I'M SO SORRY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!" he leaned on Drizz'l's shoulder. The tears soaked through Vilbert's coat. Drizz'l shoved Garland into the fire. Garland started to roll around violently, shaking and screaming.

He screamed "AAAAH! Help! HELP! HELP!

Seran · 03-16-2006, 08:46 PM

I laughed for quite a while on that one!

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While Drizz'l departed, having shoved Garland into the water, Fighter too turned his back and returned to his own little camp where his fellows were to be. He had instantly dropped his little "Humming and dancing" act because he didn't need it. As he was told directly by their leader, all he had to do was fake innocent frolicking through the forest, find the Dark Warriors, and report back. He didn't like the "frolicking" part, though. It just sounded moronic, even for him. He snuck along, creeping past trees and slipping beneath bushes the same way a snake would. Well, if he could distinguish a person from their footsprints, could wield swordchucks without hurting himself, could weave a web of complicated words that related to the complex ways of reality, and could read some unknown language Black Mage couldn't translate, he could most certainly slip under bushes like a snake without emitting any loud, alarming sounds. He soon found himself in the camp of his fellow Light Warriors and saw Thief standing in the middle, waiting expectantly for him behind the campfire. Red Mage had yet to awaken, and Black Mage was out "hunting", although Fighter felt he couldn't trust Black Mage all the way out in the forest. He had seen Black Mage use his Hadoken on a bee one time.
He ran up, holding his ruined cape, which had torn from a branch during the mission. Thief waited for the report patiently.
"Not too far from here," Fighter told him with a blank expression, still clutching his cape. "They have no clue we're gonna ambush them. Had a run-in with Drizz'l though."
"How'd it go?"
"He tried to kill me, but the Garland dude kinda ran into him."
"Good...good...we attack at sundown!"
"But what about RM and BM? Don't they know?"
Thief looked over his shoulder towards the tents of the two mages.
"I'm well-assured they know."
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Bikke was laughing uproariously as Garland burned, for a second time, in the fire that had been set up. Vilbert sighed rather irritably, shaking his head while Drizz'l watched Garland burn, and Bikke rolled around on the ground a bit, clutching his stomach in laughter. The vampire walked over to Drizz'l, looking down with tired eyes.
"Can you give me my coat back?"
"No."
"Fine."
Vilbert turned around, then looked down at Garland, who had rolled out of the fire, clutching his helmet while he screamed his head off like a little girl. Vilbert merely stared for a long time, speechless, while he absorbed Garland's pain, anger, and sorrow. Eventually, though, he couldn't take the screaming anywhere, and so he turned towards one of the tents. He strode away quickly, disappeared into the tent, while Drizz'l watched him and Bikke continued to point and laugh. Drizz'l glanced back to the whimpering Garland, who was basically hugging himself by then. There was a pause, during which Vilbert remained absent, Garland continued to weep to himself, and Bikke's cackling finally started to settle. The dark elf cast his gaze over them for a strangely quiet and long time, saying nothing as he listened for an approaching stranger. There was no one. He, however, remembered Fighter and had a murderous urge to stab Fighter violently in his sleep.
However, he wasn't going to be the murderous one.
Vilbert emerged from his tent, clutching a large wooden chair, which had a fat kitchen knife attached to the end. "Taste the fury of my banished wrath, ye imbeciles of torment!!" he screamed, his eyes shut with his pouring anger.

DarkCORN! · 03-16-2006, 09:02 PM

Heh. I was thinking you were going to make Vilbert write poetry about Garland's pain.

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WHAP! The chair connected with Garland's helmet. The ringing caused him to throw off his helmet, revealing a second one, exactly identical to the first, underneath. Bikke swung his sabre, swiping the kitchen knife off into the woods. Vilbert swung wildly, eyes closed, with no abandon for anyone(including his own)'s safety. Drizz'l hid in a tree off to Vilbert's left. Vilbert's wild swinging drove him closer to the tree. When he got close enough, Drizz'l dropped on him, then grabbed his arm, twisted it, put it behind his back, and put his own arm across Vilbert's throat. Drizz'l sat in the chair.
"Now are you going to calm down?" He said, tightening his grip on the vampire's throat.
Vilbert was still wound up, but managed a slight nod, accompanied by a muffled "Uh huh." Drizz'l released the vampire, who, with superhuman speed, grabbed the chair, causing Drizz'l to fall in the mud. Vilbert bashed Drizz'l on the skull with the chair. Drizz'l fell back, unconscious.
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"Drizz'l" "Wake up Drizz'l" said a heavenly voice beside the dark elf.
"I SAID WAKE UP DAMMIT!" the heavenly voice delivered a heavenly kick to Drizz'l's ribs. He screamed in agony as he awoke. There over him stood Lithil, Dark Elf God and total hottie.
"DO-WHATNOW? Lithil? Am I dead?" he said, confused.
"No, dimwit, now get out of the mud." Drizz'l noticed he was sitting in a small pool of mud amongst the infinite nothingness he was now in. He stood up. "Okay. Why am I here?" he said.
"I have brought you here to make you infinitely more powerful. You will be able to destroy your enemies with a mere thought. Now hold still." The Dark God raised her hands, and a black light surrounded them (her hands). It fired, but just before it reached Drizz'l, he awoke.
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"Yar. Maybe he be dead." said Bikke to Garland. Drizz'l sat up. Garland was sitting in a chair. Bikke stood over him, holding the leg of a chair, covered in blood. Drizz'l wondered why his head hurt so much. Vilbert was tied to a tree, fangs exposed, gnawing on the rope that held him in place. Drizz'l put his hand on his head. It made a noise when he did so. SQUISH. Like the sound of a bug being squashed on the floor.

Seran · 03-16-2006, 09:56 PM

Reading these things make me laugh...

Oh, wait. Drizz'l has been granted power like Black Mage has?

CrotchKnocker · 03-17-2006, 09:18 AM

oooooooooooooooooooooook....

Quote:

Originally Posted by DarkCORN!

Drizz'l put his hand on his head. It made a noise when he did so. SQUISH. Like the sound of a bug being squashed on the floor.

squish? wow, thats insane man.:gonk:

DarkCORN! · 03-17-2006, 04:05 PM

no, Seran. He is going to be pissed since they woke him up right before he gained ultimate power.

Seran · 03-17-2006, 04:10 PM

Huh. Figured when I read it over again. But yes. He will be pissed. Deeply pissed.

But at least it was Vilbert who knocked him unconscious in the first place.

03-15-2006, 01:30 PM	#71
CrotchKnocker You know you want me... Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: wouldn't you like to know? Posts: 96	I guess they do, but good story either way. I NEED MORE!!!!!!!!1 actually i was refering to Brain's 8-bit, but nvm. __________________ Sample of how "The Raven" should have been written... Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", I muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404. Last edited by CrotchKnocker; 03-16-2006 at 10:10 AM.

03-15-2006, 01:33 PM	#72
DarkCORN! Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Canadia Posts: 649	I think its Celebrenithil's turn. Is that how you spell it? And, Seran, what do you mean not SO bad? Why would you think I was bad? Last edited by DarkCORN!; 03-15-2006 at 05:59 PM.

03-16-2006, 08:46 PM	#75
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	Since when was Fighter a spy? I laughed for quite a while on that one! +++ While Drizz'l departed, having shoved Garland into the water, Fighter too turned his back and returned to his own little camp where his fellows were to be. He had instantly dropped his little "Humming and dancing" act because he didn't need it. As he was told directly by their leader, all he had to do was fake innocent frolicking through the forest, find the Dark Warriors, and report back. He didn't like the "frolicking" part, though. It just sounded moronic, even for him. He snuck along, creeping past trees and slipping beneath bushes the same way a snake would. Well, if he could distinguish a person from their footsprints, could wield swordchucks without hurting himself, could weave a web of complicated words that related to the complex ways of reality, and could read some unknown language Black Mage couldn't translate, he could most certainly slip under bushes like a snake without emitting any loud, alarming sounds. He soon found himself in the camp of his fellow Light Warriors and saw Thief standing in the middle, waiting expectantly for him behind the campfire. Red Mage had yet to awaken, and Black Mage was out "hunting", although Fighter felt he couldn't trust Black Mage all the way out in the forest. He had seen Black Mage use his Hadoken on a bee one time. He ran up, holding his ruined cape, which had torn from a branch during the mission. Thief waited for the report patiently. "Not too far from here," Fighter told him with a blank expression, still clutching his cape. "They have no clue we're gonna ambush them. Had a run-in with Drizz'l though." "How'd it go?" "He tried to kill me, but the Garland dude kinda ran into him." "Good...good...we attack at sundown!" "But what about RM and BM? Don't they know?" Thief looked over his shoulder towards the tents of the two mages. "I'm well-assured they know." +++ Bikke was laughing uproariously as Garland burned, for a second time, in the fire that had been set up. Vilbert sighed rather irritably, shaking his head while Drizz'l watched Garland burn, and Bikke rolled around on the ground a bit, clutching his stomach in laughter. The vampire walked over to Drizz'l, looking down with tired eyes. "Can you give me my coat back?" "No." "Fine." Vilbert turned around, then looked down at Garland, who had rolled out of the fire, clutching his helmet while he screamed his head off like a little girl. Vilbert merely stared for a long time, speechless, while he absorbed Garland's pain, anger, and sorrow. Eventually, though, he couldn't take the screaming anywhere, and so he turned towards one of the tents. He strode away quickly, disappeared into the tent, while Drizz'l watched him and Bikke continued to point and laugh. Drizz'l glanced back to the whimpering Garland, who was basically hugging himself by then. There was a pause, during which Vilbert remained absent, Garland continued to weep to himself, and Bikke's cackling finally started to settle. The dark elf cast his gaze over them for a strangely quiet and long time, saying nothing as he listened for an approaching stranger. There was no one. He, however, remembered Fighter and had a murderous urge to stab Fighter violently in his sleep. However, he wasn't going to be the murderous one. Vilbert emerged from his tent, clutching a large wooden chair, which had a fat kitchen knife attached to the end. "Taste the fury of my banished wrath, ye imbeciles of torment!!" he screamed, his eyes shut with his pouring anger.

03-16-2006, 09:02 PM	#76
DarkCORN! Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Canadia Posts: 649	Heh. I was thinking you were going to make Vilbert write poetry about Garland's pain. +++ WHAP! The chair connected with Garland's helmet. The ringing caused him to throw off his helmet, revealing a second one, exactly identical to the first, underneath. Bikke swung his sabre, swiping the kitchen knife off into the woods. Vilbert swung wildly, eyes closed, with no abandon for anyone(including his own)'s safety. Drizz'l hid in a tree off to Vilbert's left. Vilbert's wild swinging drove him closer to the tree. When he got close enough, Drizz'l dropped on him, then grabbed his arm, twisted it, put it behind his back, and put his own arm across Vilbert's throat. Drizz'l sat in the chair. "Now are you going to calm down?" He said, tightening his grip on the vampire's throat. Vilbert was still wound up, but managed a slight nod, accompanied by a muffled "Uh huh." Drizz'l released the vampire, who, with superhuman speed, grabbed the chair, causing Drizz'l to fall in the mud. Vilbert bashed Drizz'l on the skull with the chair. Drizz'l fell back, unconscious. +++ "Drizz'l" "Wake up Drizz'l" said a heavenly voice beside the dark elf. "I SAID WAKE UP DAMMIT!" the heavenly voice delivered a heavenly kick to Drizz'l's ribs. He screamed in agony as he awoke. There over him stood Lithil, Dark Elf God and total hottie. "DO-WHATNOW? Lithil? Am I dead?" he said, confused. "No, dimwit, now get out of the mud." Drizz'l noticed he was sitting in a small pool of mud amongst the infinite nothingness he was now in. He stood up. "Okay. Why am I here?" he said. "I have brought you here to make you infinitely more powerful. You will be able to destroy your enemies with a mere thought. Now hold still." The Dark God raised her hands, and a black light surrounded them (her hands). It fired, but just before it reached Drizz'l, he awoke. +++ "Yar. Maybe he be dead." said Bikke to Garland. Drizz'l sat up. Garland was sitting in a chair. Bikke stood over him, holding the leg of a chair, covered in blood. Drizz'l wondered why his head hurt so much. Vilbert was tied to a tree, fangs exposed, gnawing on the rope that held him in place. Drizz'l put his hand on his head. It made a noise when he did so. SQUISH. Like the sound of a bug being squashed on the floor. Last edited by DarkCORN!; 03-16-2006 at 09:19 PM.

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03-15-2006, 04:42 PM	#73
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	Yes, that is how you spell CelebrenIthil. Dno't worry, she'll post soon whenever she feels like it. I assume elves are good swimmers because they're good at everything else...except for offering consideration to other races...

03-16-2006, 07:57 PM	#74
DarkCORN! Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Canadia Posts: 649	Next part up cause I got bored at school today and wrote it down on notebook paper. +++ "My teddy!" shouted Garland as he ran towards Drizz'l. He stopped in front of the dark elf and pointed at him. In his bad guy voice, Garland said ominously- " You didn't take him, did you? If you did, that would be very BAD for you." In his mind, Garland pictured Drizz'l's punishment. Bikke, Vilbert, and Garland sat at a table, eating pie, while Drizz'l sat in a corner, his back turned, wearing a dunce hat. "Mwahaha." Garland chuckled to himself. Drizz'l stepped past Garland, then shoved him into the water. "Whatever, I'm going to get breakfast." Garland splashed around violently, then clambered up onto shore and started to cry. Drizz'l walked up to the camp, sat down on a stump, and grabbed a piece of bacon. Bikke and Vilbert sat across from him. Drizz'l wore a frown on his face. "Arr. What be the matter laddy?" said Bikke. "Nothing. Our ingenious, evil "leader" has lost his teddy bear." he said with a snarl. He munched on a piece of bacon. Garland, sopping wet, approached the camp and sat down on a stump. "Jerk." he said to Drizz'l, half sobbing. A few seconds later, he started to cry violently. "OH!...I'M SO SORRY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!" he leaned on Drizz'l's shoulder. The tears soaked through Vilbert's coat. Drizz'l shoved Garland into the fire. Garland started to roll around violently, shaking and screaming. He screamed "AAAAH! Help! HELP! HELP!

03-16-2006, 09:56 PM	#77
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	Reading these things make me laugh... Oh, wait. Drizz'l has been granted power like Black Mage has?

03-17-2006, 04:05 PM	#79
DarkCORN! Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Canadia Posts: 649	no, Seran. He is going to be pissed since they woke him up right before he gained ultimate power.

03-17-2006, 04:10 PM	#80
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	Huh. Figured when I read it over again. But yes. He will be pissed. Deeply pissed. But at least it was Vilbert who knocked him unconscious in the first place.