Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=011109
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020708
End of both comics...first Black Mage suggests Red Mage be left to die, second he basically insults Fighter's ability to discern they had found the Cave of No Return.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020814
He's evil. Evil backfires on him in the nightmare.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020825
Expresses obvious cruelty by dancing on "Fighter's Grave", hoping he'll die. Backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040120
Merciless stabbing cruelty in the eye. Backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040224
Openly talking back to a devil that is probably the manifest horror of the hellfire and insanity that is evil. Showing mercilessness with undaunted "logic". Backfire?

(Hey, going through the comics, I noticed the Scholar appeared various times -- as a seller of human skulls, as an anchorman, and as Red Mage's dad!)

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040417
Red Mage displays hosility. Inputted.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040429
Killing an innocent citizen without showing that he actually asked a question. Cruelty, backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040504
Attempts, poorly, to deny Fighter's presence with a stab in the head.

(Look, a recolored Scholar performing therapy on Garland...and Vilbert was a recolored Scholar...)

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040513
Ruins Red Mage's hat. Did he really stab him though?
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040527
Kills Fighter without hesita -- eww. Next co -- eww. Also kills Red Mage and Thief.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=041028
Mocks White Mage.

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Fine it was, for as they soared above, some would glance up and some would merely finish off their weakened foes. Where was Fighter and Thief? Groups of monsters, elves, humans, and dwarves completely covered the grounds of the battlefield, some indistinguishable and some very easy to see. He even saw Vesus destroying a massive number of enemies with a destructive black spell that would have killed him if Vesus wasn't protected by a white spell. Elsewhere was Skit, but it took him a while to register who it was. Black Mage glanced at his slashed arm, which was still bleeding freely, and swallowed hard as darkness continued to consume the world around him. Bahamut's flying was uneasy, and Black Mage was afraid that he would simply drop into the battle if they were not careful, so every time that the dragon king descended Black Mage would lean back and make him fly up. He swore that he saw a Chocobo-man fighting in the ranks as well. On top of the highest hill, which they swiftly soared over, was where Fighter and Thief were fighting with all strength and force that they had access to. Fighter was using an impossible number of swords, but Black Mage guessed that he had brought twelve swords along with him. He was mounted on the back of some sort of horse clothed in armor. Thief rode upon the back of his infernal steed, with knives made of lava and spells from Hell itself. Fighter's army seemed to be losing terribly, however.
"Hey, what do you mean there's no safe place for anyone anymore?"
Bahamut groaned weakly in protest to speaking, but he explained nonetheless.
"It seems that great corruption has captured the hearts of your friends. The emperor is seeking to conquer everything mercilessly."
"That sounds like something I'd do."
"The ruler from Hell wants all life to be erased except for the earth's and the elves."
"I'd just kill everything."
"The half-god wants to be an absolute god to make this world pay for what it did to him."
"Yeah, same here."
"But you have no power, and they are all close to fulfilling their new desires..."
Black Mage fell silent at this, and he gulped again. No matter where he would go, he would forever be plagued by torture and insanity, never being freed from a dark, dark prison in which he would be harmed and tormented for the rest of his life. Worst of all, it would all be caused by the three people who had put him down so many times because they were all morons -- or, at least...they used to be. Yes, it seemed even he would admit their newfound strength and terror.
Bahamut landed on the top of the once-magnificent castle, which had grown dark in the night and wicked in the flames. Thunder boomed in the distance and lightning scratched the sky, with black clouds swallowing the night whole. Rain was sure to fall soon. Black Mage, glad that he had no trouble getting Bahamut to land in the right place, slid off the dragon king's back and dashed away without even a goodbye. Poor Bahamut curled up and tended to his hurting wing.
He raced down the stairs while he jumped over corpses and glanced at each one, looking for a familiar face. The ninja with red eyes he had encountered the night before slumped against the wall, eyes wide, with a lance piercing his throat. One of the women who had scuttled around the kitchen laid on the floor with a brutal blow to her crushed head. A servant hung from the ceiling. A Chocobo chick had been thrown against the wall and was a dead little body on the ground. Black Mage felt himself shiver with fear at not the sight of the corpses, but rather at the thought that Thief and Fighter caused this on their own. He escaped into the dining hall, where there were less carcasses as though most had difficulty surviving in the smaller hallways and staircases, but there were still bodies everywhere on the tables, the chairs, the floor, and even the walls. He could hear a voice quietly crying to herself...or perhaps, to someone who had died? It sounded like a mournful singing, a prayer for the deceased to find peace. At first, what he had heard was something about 'Life', as if a white mage had been trying to cast a spell. He stumbled over corpses, trembling with only pure dread. There sat Seran, her white robes stained with even more blood, her head hung and her brown hair limping over her shoulder. She seemed, in a way, traumatized. Her right hand was delicately feeling the steel chestplate of a dead Vargus. Her other hand was gripping onto the wrist of Quickman, who was half-alive and had some of her wounds healed by a Cure-2 spell. She started blankly at Black Mage, who gaped at the blue sword that had stabbed Vargus in the chest. It was one of Fighter's swords. Seran raised her head, tears visible on her cheeks, but she neither sobbed nor bawled. Her expression didn't strain with guilt or sadness, but she wept all the same, and yet Black Mage didn't even notice her.
"Is that...?"
The young white mage lowered her head, stared at the hilt of Fighter's sword, then fiercely gripped it and yanked it out of the corpse's chest. She held it out to Black Mage. It was as though she was imploring him to take the sword.

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By the way, Red_Mage...nice job.
Celebren, I knew you'd do something like that. Hehehe.
*Thinking: Manipulator of minds, predicter of mortals, I will dominate the world! Wait! How many times have I told myself no world domination? No, it's not going to work...no!*

[DarkCORN!]

Holy crap. You killed Vargus. Not cool. This is still a nightmare, right? I thought the nightmare was only part of the story.

[Seran]

Don't worry...it's still all a horrible nightmare. He'll wake up soon enough with an unpleasant end to the dream. I'm such a terrible force of cruelty. How do I do it? It's a wonder how I always hold back from recklessly hurting others in my school and instead enforcing chivalry...

[Kila_angel]

Cool stories people!! Poor Vargus...Fighter, you suck for killin' him! Red_Mage, funny how the moogle crashed into Garland's kitchen *LOL* poor thing....<Chrisgun(a person in my comic)amn,I wanna do that goblin kick to Garland now.>

[Quickman X]

...Fighter...
...I can recommend a very good therapist for you.
But she lives out here in California.
..then again... if you're attacking forumites, then you're in severe need of theraputic help.
And a hug.
*hugs*

So... anyone mind if I do the next bit of the interactive story? Unless someone already has an idea, I've got a bit o' violence to get outta my system.

[Seran]

You can do it. I've been dying for someone to continue teh interactive story. Dying. Parched. I have all the other Black Mage updates, but I need to see some wild violence between the motivated Dark Warriors and the broken Light Warriors.

I was going to say their weapons were in their tents though. Buahaha...

[Quickman X]

Originally Posted by Seran

You can do it. I've been dying for someone to continue teh interactive story. Dying. Parched. I have all the other Black Mage updates, but I need to see some wild violence between the motivated Dark Warriors and the broken Light Warriors.

I was going to say their weapons were in their tents though. Buahaha...

Mild violence? Hmm.

...but what can I say... the LW are in pretty deep... ah... trouble.
...
*maniacal laugh*

[Seran]

Wild. Wild. With gore and blood splattered all over the ground with the leaves becoming crimson in the rain of blood and the sky turning scarlet with the battle. Yes! The violent war that would mark only one small point of the Apocalypse! Ragnarok! Armageddon! Doomsday! The time of death that will bring gloom and darkness to the future, where nothing shall exist except for the smallest bit of dying light!

...Sorry. My evil instincts kicked in again. Ah, er, anyway...trouble? Good...good.

[DarkCORN!]

Post the next BM's nightmare.

[MetalPsycho]

Mind if I join in this little escapade? Thanks.

Hell Have No Fury...

Chapter 1: Danger in the Day...

"You. Are. A. Fuckin! MORON!"

Fire and sword worked their way furiously through the clearing's grass. The one who was shouting was a strangely dressed Black Mage, his face (like all Black Mages) was shrouded in the shadows because of the special enchantment on his big blue cloth hat. He also wore a blue cape, weirdly colored clown pants, and funny shoes with the toes curled up. In front of him was a taller man dressed in red armor, also with a cape, and a large red hat with a plume of ridiculous size sticking out of it. He had white hair, pail skin, and a slight feminine face that was full of fright at the moment.

"How was I suppose to know they could see us?" asked Red Mage in desperation, looking around to see if any more adversaries were around. In the distance, outside the clearing, they both heard the steady slashing of many swords as well as the thud of something hard connecting with something fleshy. Joining these sounds were the grunts, growls, howls, and roars of at least seven werewolves.

"You IDIOT! They're canines! They could still SMELL us! I TOLD you that!" yelled Black Mage, his fierce yellow eyes glowing with pure malice and rage, "How did you even convince me to go along with it?!"

Red Mage just gave a sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders. "Oops."

Black Mage shook with a terrible rage. "Why do I let your heart continue beating?" he said.

Before Red Mage could answer, he heard a growl from behind him. A great white wolf-man came charging at them from the bushes behind them, its eyes ablaze and it's tongue hanging from it's open jaws. It ran on all fours to move faster, but that didn't help as a combination of a fireball and a sudden freezing hit the beast at the same time. It died instantly, not ten feet from it's prey.

Red and Black Mage put their hands back to their sides. "Never mind," said BM, "Let's just get Fighter and Thief and get out of here! I'll stab your brains out later."

Red Mage, still looking indigent, simply ran in a random direction. Black Mage followed, but kept up his taunting from behind the crimson warrior. "I'll be doing you a favor, really. Without those useless things, you'll never get us into trouble again!"

The whole thing had been a fiasco from the start. Thief, in his greed, had stolen all the nearby town of Gillmany's riches. When he heard about the job offering the local lords were putting out for anyone stupid enough to fight off a local tribe of werewolves, he had accepted, hoping to sue them for not having the money once he got back. It would probably have worked too, but Red Mage's plan to infiltrate the camp and kill their leader, Lord Fenris, had failed miserably because Red Mage was a moron. Luckily, the werewolves of this camp were different from the green ones around Corneria. Red Mage mentioned that these werewolves went by "DnD Ruleings" or some crap like that. Black Mage didn't care. Still, they were quite a bit easier to kill this way.

The duo of magic managed to kill two more of the beasts on their way through the forest. They soon found themselves watching Fighter, who was using his dual sword-chuck fighting style to lay the smack down (or should it be slash down) on a trio of werewolves, all at once. Red Mage thought of helping, but soon realized Fighter could finish the fight himself. Black Mage thought of killing all three of them with a huge fireball. So he did. Or tried too.

The roaring ball of flame hit the group squarely, killing one of the werewolves, greatly wounding the other enough for the incoming slash from Fighter to kill it instantly, and scorching the body of the third, who was already decapitated by the time Black Mage fired. Fighter, on the other hand, was virtually unharmed, besides some scorched hair, his armor protecting him well. BM, remembering the fire resistant armor now, remembered to use lightning next time.

"Hey guys," said Fighter, running up to them eagerly as he sheathed his sword-chucks, "Guess what I've been doing!"

BM just hang his head. RM, equally stunned by Fighter's lack of Int, decided to change the subject. "Where's Thief?", he asked.

Thief, it turned out, was fairing better than any of them. Werewolves liked to rip things to death with their claws, but they found it hard to do that when they would suddenly find a twig or rock thrown through their eye sockets into their brains with pinpoint accuracy before they could even reach him. The ninja was using his powers well, to say the least. Ten minutes after meeting up with Fighter, the group of three found Thief scrounged by dead werewolves.

"What took you guys so long?" he asked, elven smugness goozing out of ever part of him.

"Shut up and tell me you killed them all," said BM, his gloved hands clenched into fists.

"Yea, I think I got them all," said Thief.

"I helped too," yelled Fighter, "Cause I'm a hel-"

STAB! BM's dagger was suddenly far into Fighter's cerebral cortex. "Good, now let's get back to town so you can sue the citizens silly, kay?" asked BM.

Red Mage was leaning up against a tree rubbing his chest. "Oh yes. Lots of dead werewolves. Sweet sweet battle experience, you're so good to me!"

BM and Thief looked at Red Mage with very puzzled looks. "Please?!" BM yelled.

"Fine fine fine. Let's get back to town and get our reward." said Thief. He then turned his head and whispered, "So that I can sue them for not having it and then kill them all off with Law Ninja and start my own housing development."

BM sighed and put his hand on his forehead. "I would like to repeat that you no longer need that much money, your father living and all."

"And I'd like to repeat for you," said Thief, "That talking back to the team leader may have serious financial repercussions."

"Reprocu-? What are you babbling about?!" BM said as he flailed his arms, "You won everything we do, even our lives! How exactly do you expect me to pay you with something you already own?! Less you want to try fucking yourself over, just step back Blue Hair."

This continued for a while, as usual. Fighter eventually recovered and they eventually pulled Red Mage off of his 'experience tree'. The four Warriors of Light made their way back to the sleepy town of Gillmany.

Unknown to any of them, a tall and shadowy figure lay in the trees, far from them. "So, he's the one." said the figure in a whispered and fluid voice that dripped evil. "This won't be too hard. I'll have him in my grasp by sunrise. Hmhmhmhm."

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End Chapter 1.

Chapter 2: ...Demon in the Night coming soon.