Hazard 13: Yo, people…If you actually are reading this, just so you know, this is part two (a) of "The story of me. And my friends. And other people.", so if you wish to understand why everyone in my group knows weird-ass moves and magic, you may wish to read part one of my story first…(and/or play Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)
Night Joe: Yeah, and nobody but me actually reviewed except me, Piemasher 86, Hoboslayer, and random people once every while…
Hoboslayer: YO, Review Dammit!
Death: I do not understand this "review". Explain.
Hazard 13: Oh, yeah, those are my insane muses, who all exist…
Night Joe-the dark goth
Hoboslayer-insane berserker dude
Hazard 13-me…"Mr. Sniper" as nicknamed by my old 8th grade class
Death: the Grim Reaper, somehow my friend…
Hoboslayer: I'm not insane, just cuz I threw those bricks at those homeless guys…
Night Joe: Yes you are.
Death: Bricks…?
Hazard 13: Yeah…um…Disclaimer: I don't own FFTA, FE, Halo, AW, George Bush, Night Joe, Hoboslayer, or even Night Joe's closet. But I am borrowing Hoboslayer, Night Joe, and Piemasher 86, by their permission.
Song: Structural Defect by Static-X
A quick author's note:
Before I begin my story, I would just like to review what has happened so far…part 1 involved me, Night Joe, and Hoboslayer, and others getting sucked into FFTA, and we wreaked havoc on the country of Ivalice. In doing so, the mystical creator of the world, Le Grim, kicked us all out, and we were to be scattered across many different realities. Death, Ezel, Me, Night Joe, and Hoboslayer were able to go to one specific world: The world of Fire Emblem (Rekka no Ken) or just FE 7. As gamers, my friends and I are able to understand wherever we are…cuz we play lots of games. Unfortunately, unknown to us as of now, our friends Vinny and Sred02 were sent to other universes, Halo and AW (1). Let the fun begin…
Chapter 1:Explanations
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." Hoboslayer intoned.
"Be silent. I must gather my strength and mana to keep up our reality bubble, and channel all of us together to one world." Yelled the annoyed god of death.
Me, Night Joe, Hoboslayer, Ezel, and Death were all stuck in a strange black bubble within a storm of black and white dots. There were crashing noises, and thundering roars every other second, and we were all suspended in midair. Looking at Death, I see darker black energy gathering around his hands, and red pentagrams started to form on his palms. And one of the dots started getting larger and larger, as we started a descent towards one of the white dots, and as we approached, I heard Ezel saying something about forgetting his Angel Ring at home, then muttering some magic phrases.
-Pirate ship
Eliwood, Hector, and Lyndis' troop was on Fargus' ship, and there appeared to be another ship coming towards them.
"Captain! They've breached the hull! Sir we need all hands belowdecks!" yelled Dart, the first mate of Fargus' pirate ship.
"Fargus! We'll take care of the enemy, but tending your ship is your business. Go or we might sink!" yelled Eliwood, as boarding planks appeared on the sides of the ship. Two enemy ships, headed by a shaman, were attempting to board and take control of Fargus' ship. However, as shamans poured out from the ship on the left, mercenaries started coming from the right. There would be a long fight ahead.
-Unknown place and time
"Dammit! Why the hell aren't we going anywhere?" yelled Night Joe, as our "reality bubble" stopped moving. Death looked behind himself, and faced us. His face showed no emotion, and everything beneath his hood turned black, and we could not see anything, even his face.
"Your friends, the short one and another were lost. I have to know why. Before we start, I can, for 2 hours, drop you in your "real world" for a short time. I will see if I can get them back over to where we were headed. At 12 O'clock, you will be retrieved.. Pack a large pack each, you may need it. All I can find out about this world is there are humans there. Do not pack food, but bedding and many weapons. You have two hours. Your strange friend," he indicated Ezel, "shall stay with me for a small time. Go."
In an instant we were transported to our old homes outside of Ivalice; the west coast of the United States, to be exact. At least, I was near MY house, because I could, well, see it. Evidently, as I walked down the driveway, nobody was home, for there was no car beside the house, and evidently, the key was still in its hiding place (which I have no intention of telling anyone…) and as I opened up the door, deactivating all 5 locks, and 3 alarm systems, I decided to go first to my basement, where I collected my bag, which held my sleeping bag from the last camping trip I had gone on, and as I went up my stairs, I realized that I still had my key for my safe, right on my desk. I found out that my weapons rack was still in my shower, where my katanas were hung from the shower head. As I walked into my bathroom, I saw my safe, and put in the combination, and turned the key. Inside was a large array of weapons: .45 pistols, a few shotguns, with different type barrels, and two M1 carbines, one with a parachute jumper type grip, and one normal type. On the bottom were my derringer pistols. I grabbed all four derringers, putting them into my pocket. Next was my pair of.45s that I put inside holsters., clipped to my belt. Looking to my shotguns, I found the shortest barrel, and attached a pistol grip stock to it. I attached a sling for good measure, and slung it over my shoulder, and grabbed an empty bandolier. I grabbed the M1s and put those with the shotgun, over my shoulder.
I turned from the safe, closing it, and went to the shower. I grabbed a katana, two pouches of ninja stars, and some throwing knives. I took two wrist attachments for the mini knives, belt attachments for the other throwing knives, and I grabbed two hunting knives, which I put into their sheaths, putting them onto my belt. Finally, as I was about to leave, something caught my eye. My iron bar.
As I went into my sub basement, I opened up the ammo chest, and got out shotgun shells, and lots of ammunition and cleaning equipment. As I packed up my extra knives, katana, carbines, and shotgun into my bag, I felt a strange burning sensation at the tips of my fingers. As I looked down at them, everything turned black.
-Unknown area
"Wake up, idiot." Said a voice from my left. I opened my eyes to see a completely grey landscape, with Ezel, Hoboslayer, Night Joe, and Death all looking at me. I got up.
"What is…how is everything…grey?" I asked, again looking around.
"It matters not. You shall compare supplies, and leave anything unnecessary here."
We all told what we had brought, and I approached Ezel with the katana.
"Yo, Ezel." I said.
"Hmm?"
"Can you use this?"
"Oh, of course. Thank you. A staff may be sturdy, but it may not always be enough. Thanks."
Eventually, I gave a derringer to Night Joe, Hoboslayer, Ezel, and kept one for myself. I ended up giving Hoboslayer the shotgun, and Night Joe a couple knives and a .45.
"Alright. We're ready to go." Said Night Joe.
"Everyone brace yourselves." Came the cold voice of Death.
A large red pentagram appeared on the ground, and Death motioned for us to step onto it.
-End chapter one.
Hazard 13: Oh yeah…Here are the items each of us have, in terms of weapons.
Hoboslayer: Goddamnit.
Night Joe: That's it?
Death: I need nothing else.
Hazard 13: any questions, just email me at my email address, showed on my profile page. I don't actually own these guns, but whatever. Don't write this fiction off as a piece of crap, just cuz we have guns…We like to tactitionize…
Hoboslayer: maybe you do, but I want to kill…
Death: I wish to reap souls. Release me from being your muse.
Night Joe:…
Hazard 13: Whatever…here are the stats…
Stats:
Ezel:
1 derringer and ammo
Druid Mace
Katana
Hoboslayer:
1 derringer and ammo
pistol grip pump shotgun and ammo
Eclipse broadsword
Iron bar
Assorted knives and daggers
Throwing knives
Smoke canisters
Night Joe:
1 derringer and ammo
1 .45 and ammo
iron bar
3 katanas
assorted knives and daggers
throwing knives
Death:
( Dark Magic)
Scythe
Hazard 13:
1 derringer and ammo
2 .45s
2 M1 carbines (one paratrooper stock)
iron bar
assorted knives and daggers
lots of throwing knives
