"Here they come!" Jim exclaimed. The Kalm Fang were almost there.
The beasts jumped. Jim got ready to slash, Sarah smashed a hoof against
the ground. Jim's eyes were locked on his target, a jumping Fang: the leader.
"Alalaorfaleed!" Jim let loose his battle cry.
And then it was over. The Fangs ran off into the distance without
a scratch. Jim and Sarah stood there dumfounded. What had just happened?
"Hurrah! Victory is ours, Sarah!" Jim began dancing, swinging
his sword through the air. "Da ba da brum prum bum da da dum!" he sang,
as he twirled around.
Sarah let out the goat's equivalant of a sigh and started chewing
on some grass. Jim resheathed his sword, picked up Sarah's leash and continued
walking along. He was still humming his his victory song as they came closer
to Wigfarm. Wigfarm was a huge place, much larger than Kalm and filled
with many strange, disturbing, and grotesque things.
They approached one of the gates, this one to Sector 5. There
were eight different sections that made up Wigfarm. It had two levels,
the lower level and the upper level. The upper level people were the ones
with really good wigs and the lower level people had really bad wigs. Well,
it was something like that.
Jim approached the gate, inserted a key card into a specially
designed slot and the gate slowly opened. "Well, let's go shopping!" Jim
said enthusiastically. He cheerily walked through the gate with his goat.
They walked around for quite some time. Longer than that, a long
time. No, longer still, longer... longer... too long! Perfect!
"Ow! My feet feel like they're on fire. Come on Sarah, let's
rest for a minute over in that park," Jim suggestion. They sat down and
relaxed in a grubby old park. Wigfarm was still a huge wig and hair product
city but it also had a residential aspect to it. So, the two were sitting
back, relaxing, taking it easy in Sector 6 (they walked there from Sector
5). There was a large gate visible from the park, it was the gate to Sector
7.
The gate creaked open and a chocobo driven carriage emerged.
It was heading towards Ball Market, where the true sleaze of Wigfarm resided.
There was a young lady gazing out the window of the carriage.
"Y'know, she looks familiar, Sarah," Jim said thoughtfully, rubbing
his feet. He had taken off his sneakers and was trying to cool off his
burning toes.
Sarah let out a cry and started jumping about in her goat-like
ways. Jim looked at the goat curiously and took one close look at the lady
in the carriage as it vanished.
"Wait a minute. That was Jessica! What's she doing here? Come
on, Sarah, let's check it out!" Jim shoved on his shoes and started running
off, followed closely by Sarah.
The two found themselves in Ball Market, the grungiest, ugliest,
most disgusting place in all of Wigfarm. There were a number of beaten
up shacks as well as the odd shop.
Jim walked up to a large sign which read, "Looking for a good
time? Visit the Honeydew Hotel! Follow the arrow!"
"Hmm.. I dunno Sarah. I'm not sure where to go for a good time.
Oh wait! Follow the arrow! Ha ha! Another problem solved!" Jim exclaimed
happily and began walking in the direction the arrow pointed. Sarah followed
with her head hanging.
The companions stood before a large building. It was painted
green and pink, a dreadful conbination. Maybe it would've looked good if
it was a fancy green, however this was that disgusting pukey green. Yeah,
that green.
Jim started to walk into the building with Sarah, when a man
blocked his path. "Hey now!" he said in a gruff voice. "We don't have none
of those there goaties around here!"
"So, if you don't have none, then you do have some. Excellent!"
Jim tried walking by cheerily, but the man pushed him away.
"Hey thar! Doncha make me look like a darn poopin' fool!"
"Well, it's not like it's very hard to do so. I mean, I'm not
particularly bright myself, but at least I know a double negative when
I hear one."
"That's it! Either the goat stays here or you ain't gettin' inside!"
Jim sighed, "All right." He knelt down by Sarah. "Now, you be
a good goat Sarah. Don't let that guy touch you, and if he does..." Jim
paused, looked up at the man and then whispered quietly to Sarah. "eat
his shoes."
Jim stood again, Sarah trotted away from the entrance, and the
stupid man let him pass.
He found himself surrounded by the orange and purple walls of
the Honeydew Hotel. It was a nice place, despite its poor colour and lousy
decorations. Jim wandered around the lobby for a moment, then walked into
a room.
A man stood there and waved to Jim. "Hi there! I'm Mukki!" he
called happily.
"Ahh!" Jim screamed, turned around and ran as fast as he possibly
could out of that place. He panted and tried catching his breath beside
Sarah who was nibbling on a pair of shoes, still being warn by the stupid
man who had stopped the two only moments ago.
"Git yer darn poopin' goat offa me!" the man yelled angrily.
"I'm never going in that place again." Jim shuddered. He looked
at Sarah, sitting on the man, eating his shoes. "Well, I could get her
off, but that'd be too easy. Besides, she's probably hungry and your shoes
look tasty."
The two quickly went on their way when the man tried chasing
him. The key word there is 'tried' because he started to sink into some
mud allowing Jim and Sarah to make a clean get away.
"Well Sarah, how do you suppose we find Jess?" Jim asked. He
looked around the large Ball Market. It was definately a unique place.
He slowly began wandering about, trailed by Sarah.
Jim walked up to a young woman. "Hello," she said. She was wearing
a long green dress that hid her feet, matching eyes that sparkled and her
long black hair hung half way down her back, braided.
"Oh, hello there," Jim replied, smiling. "I'm Jim and this is
my goat Sarah."
The woman smiled to the two, "I'm Florence. I'm selling these
rubber chocobos for one gil a piece. Would you like one?"
"Ooh, such lovely chocobos. All right, I'll take one."
Jim handed Florence one gil and in return she handed him a large,
yellow, rubber chocobo. Jim slung off his pack and started stuffing the
rubber chocobo into it.
"I don't suppose you can help me find a friend of mine. Her name's
Jessica, about as tall as you, maybe a bit shorter. She was wearing a blue
dress and was riding in a carriage."
Florence thought a moment. "I thought I saw I woman in a carriage.
She was heading to Dirk Oreo's mansion. Weird and frightening things happen
there, or so the stories go."
"Then I have to save her! Off I go! Come on Sarah," Jim said
as he began walking.
"Wait a second! You can't just walk in there. You need help,
from someone who knows their way around. I'm coming with you!" Florence
said with authority.
"Great, the more the merrier. Thanks for your help. What about
your rubber chocobo stand?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. It'll be fine. You're the first person
who's bought one in three months. I'm not worried." Florence began walking
towards Oreo's mansion. "Follow me and you can't go wrong."
The three made their way to the entrance of Dirk Oreo's mansion.
It was a huge place, covered in glittering lights of all shapes and colour.
There was a man on guard, he had sunglasses and a large coat.
Slowly, they started to move past him but he stopped them before they could
continue further.
"Hey, you guys just can't waltz on in there! Especially not you
two," the guard pointed to Jim and Sarah. "However, you little lady, I
could let in any day. Heh heh."
Florence blinked nervously and then whispered to Jim, "I have
a plan, but there'll be a bit of a delay."
