Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

No...no...I've been working on that the entire past week...

[Kila_angel]

-_- ok....here's the story!
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Chapter 1:The Nightmare Begins
The sounds of clanking armor was heard in the deserted hall of the house. Fighter McWarrior and.....Garland were looking at some kind of machine. both went inside of the machine and pressed the button inside....and......
Bam! A large army of Fighters and Garlands were hustling out of the machine,out the building......back into the inn where the Light and Dark Warriors were sleeping, and where WM and BB were, too.

Black Mage woke to some really annoying sounds,and got his knife out. The other Light Warriors were up, too. So were some other people(WM,BB,Dark Warriors,some of us people in forums, and some OCs).
"My god,WHAT THE HELL is that sound?!" Luna screamed(an OC),as she busted in the LW's room with her trusty 'Serpent's Tongue' spear. Seran was looking sleepily in the room,and with Luna, they both screamed, "WHAT IS AN ARMY OF FIGHTERS,AND GARLANDS DOING HERE?!?!" The others looked on, and saw the clones of Garland and Fighter talking pointlessly,from swords to "MR. FUZZYDOOMBRINGER!!!" to being good or bad.

[Seran]

Nice...a clone army of Fighter and Garland. I didn't expect myself to be in there...but yes. I would be hysteirc.

Not to the point of screaming my head off though.

I think. I do scream at certain times. But not in times like this. But loads of Fighters and Garlands would creep me out majorly.

[CelebrenIthil]

Originally Posted by Seran

Lost you on where? ...Yeah, you're right. A few parts got kinda weird, but hey.

Well, with all the sudden changes of characters and behavior, the random acts of violence, the weird parts about evil superpower given by weird gods and the vampire bitting-ness or something...I kinda got lost. ._.
I'm not able to continue the story, I'm not even sure I've understood correctly what's happening and what is supposed to happen after all that happened... kinda... O___.

Originally Posted by Seran

“What, you’re gonna get twelve swords and trip over your wings?”

lol!

Originally Posted by Seran

He remained silent in the words of Red Mage all-powerful wisdom. “Good.”
“Does he like chocolate?” Celebren called from down in the kitchen.
“Do you like chocolate?”
Black Mage nodded in a stunned response.
“He does!”
I’m doomed, Black Mage thought quietly to himself. Oh, indeed. He was doomed.

xD xD xD Heheheh, so very funny, that intervention deserves an award. :whee:
*hug you*

Yay! Now I know BM likes chocolate! xD

Originally Posted by Seran

His vision was quite blurry, and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming, was awake, or hd been dreaming but just still was. He saw someone stand over him in the moonlight, their shadow thrown onto him. He tried to lift his arm, but found he was too weak and too tired to.

Nooooes!!!11 Don't wake up!!! O.o

Originally Posted by Seran

Red Mage quickly jumped in with a platter of cookies balanced on one hand, with two plates of ham on the other.

Ham and cookies! xD Yays!

Originally Posted by Seran

Black Mage held it flatly, staring at the wall.
“Is something wrong?”
There was no response.
“Are you traumatized?” Red Mage asked, poking him lightly in the side of the head. Black Mage merely leaned over for a moment, then slowly returned to a straight standing position. Red Mage stared at him, backed away a few steps, then walked out the door. Indeed, Black Mage was traumatized.

Eat your cookies BM, you'll feel better. ^^

lol, I'm glad you finally were able to write, don't worry, it is as good as always! ^^ I still wonder where all of this is going on, but with BM's sudden regain of counsciousness... (temporarly...)
Well well, you know I love your story!
Keep on the good job!

Originally Posted by Kila_angel

the clones of Garland and Fighter talking pointlessly,from swords to "MR. FUZZYDOOMBRINGER!!!" to being good or bad.

lol!!! You've added Mr. FuzzyDoombringer! xD
Yaaaayyyy!!!
*happy gig*

[Seran]

Muahaha.
Dark Warriors - continued!

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"Something...good?" Vilbert repeated blankly. He focused his eyes on Drizz'l, failing to continue at chewing the ropes off of him, while he continued to slowly recover from the outpour of rage that had taken place earlier -- consisting of him trying to kill them with a chair, that is. He felt rather ashamed of himself. However, he wanted to know more about what Drizz'l was thinking about, what Drizz'l meant by blood and what he meant by good. Drizz'l answered him with a dark, mysterious smile, no longer exposing his fangs, but his eyes were piercing the vampire in a most disturbing way, as though Drizz'l was attempting to take a glance into Vilbert's distorted mind -- and was winning. Vilbert squirmed in the ropes uneasily. Drizz'l continued to merely stare at him, stare with his dark elf's gaze, with that evil eye that could make any human cower. And although Vilbert was no human, he nervously tried to bite the ropes off again like before. Garland glanced between the two, lost and uncertain of what had just happened.
"Are you okay?" Garland asked, reaching out towards Drizz'l. The dark elf aggressively grabbed Garland by the wrist, his smile falling into a scowl, and he turned onto Garland, turning his head and forcing his gaze onto him instead.
"Don't touch me," he hissed. "Or I'll call one of my friends."
"But we're your friends," Garland answered. Oh, how confused he was! He had no clue as to what, exactly, Drizz'l was talking about, and he blinked at the dark elf, starting to succumb beneath the pressure of his disturbing gaze. Garland froze, swallowing down his dry throat, having completely forgotten about Mister FuzzyDoomBringer. They both stood there, motionless, staring each other down. Garland tried to decipher the reason that Drizz'l was acting so unusual, so unnatural, while Vilbert chewed his ropes apart and Bikke had disappeared in the bushes for a while. Once the last rope had been seperated, the vampire collapsed onto the ground, falling on the palms of his hands and onto his knees. He raised his head, watching Drizz'l make Garland fidget nervously in his grip.
Eventually, Garland pulled his arm away.
"Whatever," he muttered with more evil tone. His voice grew dark, as he had finally realized that something serious was at hand. "Tell me what you're planning, Drizz'l."
The turning of the mood startled Vilbert, who quickly gathered himself up. He looked at the two, staying within the shade of the trees.
"They're out there somewhere," Drizz'l answered flatly. "The Light Warriors. Not too long ago, I ran into Fighter. You saw him, right?"
"Not that I recall."
"By the river."
"The one you pushed me in?"
"Yes."
Garland remained in his spot, his back on Drizz'l. "...You didn't have to say yes."
"I know."
Garland glowered for a moment, but decided to ignore the response. "You were saying?"
"I don't think he was just dancing through the woods, lost," Drizz'l replied. "I think he was up to something. He wasn't too far from the camp of his fellow Light Warriors. I say we check them out."
"Arr!" From the trees did Bikke emerged, looking rather refreshed. "Nothing more relaxing than a -- "
"If it has something to do with the bushes or the base of a tree," the dark elf quickly interrupted, "don't say it." Exasperated, he looked back to Garland with an irritated expression. "Sharpen your weapons, get into shape, we're attacking immediately." Drizz'l turned around and retreated into his tent. Garland stood by the campfire, staring down at the burnt wood and the dying flames. He only stood there silently, reflecting on what a jerk Drizz'l was. Vilbert stood there, as though he was waiting for someone to say something to him, but when he watched Bikke return to his own tent, and Garland do the same, Vilbert stood there, abandoned. He was without his coat as well.
"The wave of despair that washes over me," he recited, "is cruel and forsakes my being."
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Fighter, with his golden eyes shut, clutched his bleeding wound as he coughed even more violently than before, blood spurting out from his throat. Black Mage's knife had come dangerously close to where his blood could leak, making him cough it out and putting the pressure of pain onto his lungs and chest. He collapsed onto his side, covering his mouth and still trying to stop the bleeding, while he coughed into his hand and Red Mage kneeled by him. Black Mage's stab had been much more effective than it had during all the previous attempts.
"Fighter," Red Mage spoke, "try not to move, okay?" He slowly drew out his character sheet, ready to change his class into something that he could use to fix up Fighter. Meanwhile, Thief was whacking Black Mage hard in the head with his fist, still sitting on the ground.

[DarkCORN!]

What's up with Drizz'l? The evil god chick didn't actually make him stronger. He woke up right before the beam hit.

[Seran]

Yeah, Drizz'l is just mad. Not really anything special except for him trying to be pissed off towards the others. Which worked.

[CrotchKnocker]

This is off topic and all that, but does one of these posts break any records as to how LONG they are? I NEED TO KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!

[Seran]

Break any records? It's not possible to break the limits, no. But I'm not sure about a record.

[DarkCORN!]

Well, there is a limit to how long a post can be. I think its like, 10,000 characters or something.