Once Upon a Typo
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"The Single Most Important Statement of all Time"
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In the merry land of Corneria, a young boy began a journey that wasn't so merry. In fact, we could go so far as to say it was sad! For he was on a quest to do... something. We aren't quite sure yet! But for now, he's rescuing the princess. So that means we do know. Oh, the confusion! You wacky boy!
Moving on with our tale, Boy (for his parents neglected to name him, we shall call him thus) was walking, no, skipping, along a path. His was a poor town, and many people were forced into the agriculture line of work. Most of these had some useful bits of information, for example... well, we have no examples. But rest assured, they were helpful.
Except for one.
Everyone thought he was a nice man. Except for one. Boy did not think so, as he had experience with his stupidity. He walked up to the farmer-man (for his parents also neglected to name him - this land is not one for names) to ask for directions. Anyone should know this, not including Boy. He's special.
"Prithee, wouldst thou giveth me directions to the nearest city?"
Their speech was anything but old fashioned; more on the fact that Boy is a special young man. He needs our tender loving care. And some help. That can be taken many ways, dear reader. But I digress. Farmer-man replied with:
"I am a farmer."
And everyone in the general area facefaulted.
"But good sir, that does not tell me a thing but what I know! Thee must know the way to thy town... Wouldst thou tell me? I must arrive before dusk."
"I am a farmer."
Alas, it appeared Farmer-man could not speak more than those chosen words. Boy walked in a random direction, grumbling to his white-mage friend how useless the whole trade was.
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"It's Usually One or the Other - You're Special!"
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We continue our journey with Boy - if you have forgotten, his parents did not see fit to give him a name - on his mystic quest for something. Upon entering a forest, our hero found sages. Beaten and weak, Boy hoped these wise men would give him not only information to broaden that oh-so-special mind of his, but a place to find respite.
He approached one sage, not thinking to find anything more than a simple sage. But oh! He is anything but!
"Excuse me, what is your name?"
Being raised without a name, you'd think Boy was angry at those lucky enough to have creative parents. But no, he checks to see that everyone, except Farmer-man, recieve a name. From here on, we shall call his journey, 'The quest of personal words associated with people to distinguish one from the other, always proper nouns, otherwise known as a name.' Or 'tQoPWAwPtDoftOAPNOKaaN,' for short. For sake of space, we shall refer to it only as Dofto.
"We, the Twelve Sages, were lead here by the stars and prophecy." Boy blinked in confusion.
"Stars /and/ prophecy? You, the Twelve Sages, must be bless'd! None have the honor of such honor." The sage nodded.
"We are important men. Of stars and prophecy."
"Yes. May I take a rest in your camp?"
"Stars and prophecy lead us here."
"I know this. Prithee, let me inside."
"We are the Twelve Sages."
Boy sighed in frustration - were all like this? Woe betide the weary traveller amidst morons.
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"So That's What They're Called!"
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For now, we take a short break from the hectic struggle of Boy versus imbeciles to join his comrades-in-arms. One such friend is the resident black-mage. We will call her Bob.
Bob glided through town, searching for any information that could lead her to their next mystery destination on the Dofto quest. Knowing what Boy has gone through - much more than we let on, I assure you - she did not expect much from the citygoers. Shrugging, she decided to pick a person at random. She set her sights on a woman tending to a... fence. That did not bode well, but it was worth trying.
"Miss, could you-"
"You have legs!"
"What!?" Bob exclaimed in mock-shock. "I do? Where?"
"You have legs!"
"I was always wondering what those limbs were called. I thank you for your assistance."
"You have legs!"
Bob started to comment, but figured it would just provoke futher obvious observations. She bit her tongue, and attempted to find a more sane person.
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And that concludes our chapter on 'Final Fantasy.' Stay tuned for more zany hijinks!
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Now we're having some fun. Let's all have such a grammar now.
Sorry it's so short. I could only find so many good captures... other games will be longer, yes. FF2 has lots, including the infamous, "You spoony bard!"
Key:
***** - scene switch
/.../ - italics
*****
"The Single Most Important Statement of all Time"
*****
In the merry land of Corneria, a young boy began a journey that wasn't so merry. In fact, we could go so far as to say it was sad! For he was on a quest to do... something. We aren't quite sure yet! But for now, he's rescuing the princess. So that means we do know. Oh, the confusion! You wacky boy!
Moving on with our tale, Boy (for his parents neglected to name him, we shall call him thus) was walking, no, skipping, along a path. His was a poor town, and many people were forced into the agriculture line of work. Most of these had some useful bits of information, for example... well, we have no examples. But rest assured, they were helpful.
Except for one.
Everyone thought he was a nice man. Except for one. Boy did not think so, as he had experience with his stupidity. He walked up to the farmer-man (for his parents also neglected to name him - this land is not one for names) to ask for directions. Anyone should know this, not including Boy. He's special.
"Prithee, wouldst thou giveth me directions to the nearest city?"
Their speech was anything but old fashioned; more on the fact that Boy is a special young man. He needs our tender loving care. And some help. That can be taken many ways, dear reader. But I digress. Farmer-man replied with:
"I am a farmer."
And everyone in the general area facefaulted.
"But good sir, that does not tell me a thing but what I know! Thee must know the way to thy town... Wouldst thou tell me? I must arrive before dusk."
"I am a farmer."
Alas, it appeared Farmer-man could not speak more than those chosen words. Boy walked in a random direction, grumbling to his white-mage friend how useless the whole trade was.
*****
"It's Usually One or the Other - You're Special!"
*****
We continue our journey with Boy - if you have forgotten, his parents did not see fit to give him a name - on his mystic quest for something. Upon entering a forest, our hero found sages. Beaten and weak, Boy hoped these wise men would give him not only information to broaden that oh-so-special mind of his, but a place to find respite.
He approached one sage, not thinking to find anything more than a simple sage. But oh! He is anything but!
"Excuse me, what is your name?"
Being raised without a name, you'd think Boy was angry at those lucky enough to have creative parents. But no, he checks to see that everyone, except Farmer-man, recieve a name. From here on, we shall call his journey, 'The quest of personal words associated with people to distinguish one from the other, always proper nouns, otherwise known as a name.' Or 'tQoPWAwPtDoftOAPNOKaaN,' for short. For sake of space, we shall refer to it only as Dofto.
"We, the Twelve Sages, were lead here by the stars and prophecy." Boy blinked in confusion.
"Stars /and/ prophecy? You, the Twelve Sages, must be bless'd! None have the honor of such honor." The sage nodded.
"We are important men. Of stars and prophecy."
"Yes. May I take a rest in your camp?"
"Stars and prophecy lead us here."
"I know this. Prithee, let me inside."
"We are the Twelve Sages."
Boy sighed in frustration - were all like this? Woe betide the weary traveller amidst morons.
*****
"So That's What They're Called!"
*****
For now, we take a short break from the hectic struggle of Boy versus imbeciles to join his comrades-in-arms. One such friend is the resident black-mage. We will call her Bob.
Bob glided through town, searching for any information that could lead her to their next mystery destination on the Dofto quest. Knowing what Boy has gone through - much more than we let on, I assure you - she did not expect much from the citygoers. Shrugging, she decided to pick a person at random. She set her sights on a woman tending to a... fence. That did not bode well, but it was worth trying.
"Miss, could you-"
"You have legs!"
"What!?" Bob exclaimed in mock-shock. "I do? Where?"
"You have legs!"
"I was always wondering what those limbs were called. I thank you for your assistance."
"You have legs!"
Bob started to comment, but figured it would just provoke futher obvious observations. She bit her tongue, and attempted to find a more sane person.
*****
And that concludes our chapter on 'Final Fantasy.' Stay tuned for more zany hijinks!
*****
*****
Now we're having some fun. Let's all have such a grammar now.
Sorry it's so short. I could only find so many good captures... other games will be longer, yes. FF2 has lots, including the infamous, "You spoony bard!"