Cid Highwind V.S. Palmerzilla!!!
Chapter 2
By Trance Cid Highwind
Cid and Shera were flying south over the mountains to get to Nibelheim to go get help from his three friends, Cloud, Tifa, and Aeris. AN: (I'm keeping her alive in this story, like it or not.) The problem is, however, would they even believe his story? After all, telling them that a giant Palmer terrorizing Rocket Town and possibly the entire planet would make him look like he would need to be locked up in an insanity ward. Plus, there was no way anyone of his friends would find out this was happening in Rocket Town for all of its communication was quickly destroyed by the fatman.
Cid also thought out that he would most likely need all of his allies to fight this monstrosity and possibly the Shinra Army as well. All this thinking made Cid make his head racked and he felt like he needed another cigarette. So he went up to the top deck to think and relax. More questions rattled his brain on how to handle the problem. How would he return Palmer to normal size. Or better yet, killing him would probably be easier anyway. Then again, would Shinra need him back? Nahh... they didn't like him anyway. The only reason they hired the fatass was because they desperately needed someone to fill in the empty space for the President of the Space Program. All he ever does is have people do his own work for him by paying them off while he just sits there eating countless boxes and cases of donuts, pork rinds, and the like.
Finally Cid couldn't take it any longer. He yelled out with all his might and rage: "I NEED SOME HELP DAMMIT!" "HELP AGAINST... THIS... FATASS!!!" Cid then heard a voice from nowhere. "Did somebody say help?" the voice echoed. Cid was puzzled and said to the mysterious voice. "You the &@%! are you and where are you?! "I am right here!!!" the heroly soundly voice boomed. Cid turned around and saw a lanky looking man in a red suit with a white cape. The front of the suit had the symbol of a meteour on it. He looked like a total dork to Cid. Cid replied, who are you and and how did you get up on my ship? "I am METEO MAN!!" said the self-proclaimed hero ignoring Cid's question. "Yeah, yeah, the pilot said, now move out offa my ship!" Cid impatiently replied.
Meteo Man wouldn't listen. Cid just wouldn't take anymore of his B.S. "But wait!" I can cast the legendary spell of all time, METEOOOOOOO!!!" Cid then took out his spear threatingly and walked towards him and hollered: "Shut your trap and get off of my ship before I boost jump you one!" Meteo Man just would not listen. "My Meteo spell can do all of wonders plus..." It was too late. Cid leaped in the air and thrusted diagonally towards him, knocking him off the deck. "UAUGH! "How could you!?", he said nerdishly. "You need MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!! he cried as he fell thousands and thousands of feet down through the open skies. Cid sat on the deck relaxing and calming down until he saw Shera come up to the open deck. "Captain, I heard some of your usual rantings and ravings, who were you yelling at?" The Captain hoisted himself up and calmly told Shera, no one in particular, no one in particular...
Cid went down to the lower deck of the Highwind where the pilots were soon preparing to land near the peaceful town of Nibelheim...
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Chapter 2
By Trance Cid Highwind
Cid and Shera were flying south over the mountains to get to Nibelheim to go get help from his three friends, Cloud, Tifa, and Aeris. AN: (I'm keeping her alive in this story, like it or not.) The problem is, however, would they even believe his story? After all, telling them that a giant Palmer terrorizing Rocket Town and possibly the entire planet would make him look like he would need to be locked up in an insanity ward. Plus, there was no way anyone of his friends would find out this was happening in Rocket Town for all of its communication was quickly destroyed by the fatman.
Cid also thought out that he would most likely need all of his allies to fight this monstrosity and possibly the Shinra Army as well. All this thinking made Cid make his head racked and he felt like he needed another cigarette. So he went up to the top deck to think and relax. More questions rattled his brain on how to handle the problem. How would he return Palmer to normal size. Or better yet, killing him would probably be easier anyway. Then again, would Shinra need him back? Nahh... they didn't like him anyway. The only reason they hired the fatass was because they desperately needed someone to fill in the empty space for the President of the Space Program. All he ever does is have people do his own work for him by paying them off while he just sits there eating countless boxes and cases of donuts, pork rinds, and the like.
Finally Cid couldn't take it any longer. He yelled out with all his might and rage: "I NEED SOME HELP DAMMIT!" "HELP AGAINST... THIS... FATASS!!!" Cid then heard a voice from nowhere. "Did somebody say help?" the voice echoed. Cid was puzzled and said to the mysterious voice. "You the &@%! are you and where are you?! "I am right here!!!" the heroly soundly voice boomed. Cid turned around and saw a lanky looking man in a red suit with a white cape. The front of the suit had the symbol of a meteour on it. He looked like a total dork to Cid. Cid replied, who are you and and how did you get up on my ship? "I am METEO MAN!!" said the self-proclaimed hero ignoring Cid's question. "Yeah, yeah, the pilot said, now move out offa my ship!" Cid impatiently replied.
Meteo Man wouldn't listen. Cid just wouldn't take anymore of his B.S. "But wait!" I can cast the legendary spell of all time, METEOOOOOOO!!!" Cid then took out his spear threatingly and walked towards him and hollered: "Shut your trap and get off of my ship before I boost jump you one!" Meteo Man just would not listen. "My Meteo spell can do all of wonders plus..." It was too late. Cid leaped in the air and thrusted diagonally towards him, knocking him off the deck. "UAUGH! "How could you!?", he said nerdishly. "You need MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!! he cried as he fell thousands and thousands of feet down through the open skies. Cid sat on the deck relaxing and calming down until he saw Shera come up to the open deck. "Captain, I heard some of your usual rantings and ravings, who were you yelling at?" The Captain hoisted himself up and calmly told Shera, no one in particular, no one in particular...
Cid went down to the lower deck of the Highwind where the pilots were soon preparing to land near the peaceful town of Nibelheim...
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