Disclaimer: Me? Own Squaresoft? *laughs hysterically* But I do own the Accursed Lock (TM)



Prologue



Our story begins with a sad, lonely little girl. Like most sad and lonely girls, she usually got good grades. Usually. So, naturally, the sad and lonely girl's parents weren't too happy to find a C- on the girls report card. Like most parents of Sad and Lonely children, they decided the cause was the cute and innocent Playstation that had never done anything to them except look cute and innocent when its sad and lonely owner was caught playing Final Fantasy IX at 3 Am (she was at the end of disk three). For some odd reason, parents of sad and lonely children never seem to blame the grumpy and mean teachers...But anyway, they had grounded their sad and lonely child from the Cute and Innocent Playsation for spring vacation. This was bad.



Do you know how I know that this was bad? Would you like to know? No? Well I'll tell you anyway. It's is because I am the Sad and Lonely girl. Pretty pathetic, huh? Anyway, this is my story...







The Diary of A Grounded Gamer



Entry #1

First Day Of Spring Break



I never quite understood the reason for which I was grounded. After all, what healthy teen doesn't stay up until sunrise at one point in their lives? For that matter, what healthy teen understood their parent's decisions at all?

Understood or not though, here I stood, waving to my parents as they pulled out of the mile long driveway. Twas the first Saturday of a vacation I would be spending alone, and my favored companion, the trusty Playstation that had survived several moves, falls, attacks by younger siblings, was locked away in the cupboard, not to be seen until Monday.



Why me?



An entire week with the house to myself, my terror of a little brother and four younger demons-I mean sisters would be leaving with my parents for a week of 'Quality Family Fun' at Pony Land. For once, I, being the eldest, was aloud to skip the embarrassment and stay home. Why report cards didn't come out a week later is anyone's guess, but I'm going to murder the person who decided to be ahead of schedule at the good ole highschool. Murder them and stomp on what was left.

Even that, though satisfying as it may be, couldn't change the fact that my beloved Playstation was locked in the 'Grounding Cupboard' along with all my games and the computer's phone line. Allow me a quick recap now- no Internet, no video games, and the no having friends over. When you live in the literal 'middle of no where' (Thompson's Creek, Kansas), you have the equivalent of solitary confinement.

Isn't that illegal or something?

But I will return to my present situation, namely waving goodbye to my family, in an effort to stop my incessant whining. After closing the dull white front door of my dull once white, now a sickly beige home, I found myself with nothing to do. Wandering around aimlessly gets boring after a while, and my wandering always seemed to stop in front of that vile cupboard. There it was, its pristine brass lock taunting me. It laughed at the fact that I had finally reached the fourth disk, and needed only to walk through the remainder of Memoria and, well, you know the rest. I had nightmares about that cupboard.

After an agonizingly slow hour of repeating the process of wandering around and staring at the shiny lock, I finally came to a conclusion. I was going to have to break in and rescue 'Ole Trusty'...





It's been two hours.

Well, I must say I admit defeat. After employing every lock-breaking, wood-busting, and locker combination known to mankind, the shiny lock still stands, undefeated. I'm beginning to wonder if its really a lock at all. From my personal experience, its got a better chance of being an agent of the underworld than the peaceful lock that it appears to be. In any case, I'm starved. I will have to put a halt to my endeavors until a better method is found, or at least until my stomach is full...



Twelve minutes to ten o'clock. I'll remember that date for as long as I live. For at that exact moment, the demon lock from the great beyond was finally swayed to my overpowering will. The lock has been vanquished and now I am happily facing Necron. Oh joy of joys! In case you are wondering, it took a good deal of firepower and a.22 gauge to finally get the thing off. Have to go now, don't want to die again. Blasted Necron.





*That night, the Sad and Lonely Girl set her diary on the bedside table, dreaming of the magnificent ending cinema she had just witnessed, unbeknownst to her, though, the Lock from You-Know-Where had other ideas. So some girl was going to tamper with it, huh? Use pathetic human weaponry to blow it to tarnished smithereens? Not on it's watch. The Cursed Lock would have its revenge...lightning lit up the shimmering remains, making them seem to be grinning devilishly in the darkness. Just across the room, the Playstation began to hum as the little green light flicked on...*





To be continued...







Soon, my pretties, soon... *laughs like a maniac* Hee hee! I love my evil lock. It will have its revenge, and then we'll have more of the FF9 cast. Bet you can guess what happens next. R&R folks!



-Celia