Capito: I love you, Yami Celcior.
Yami C.: And I don't hate you so much anymore.
Tea, Serenity, Isis and Yugi: Aaawww.
Yami: There, that is how it is supposed to be. Be friends with your Hikari.
Yugi: Yes Yami (starts hugging him)
Yami: Eeck! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!!
Mai: Well then, let's just get this over with. Capito Celcior does not own: A: A car.
B: Yu-Gi-Oh! copyrights.
And C: Final Fantasy VII copyrights.
Chapter three: When you can't handle it, don't start drinking.
~~~
Narrator: The terrorists had successfully destroyed the Shinra Reactor 8, and they had spread out. Meeting point was at the train station.
Yami walked down a street, when he saw a girl with a basket being beaten up. Quickly, he ran to help her.
Yami: Hey, leave the lady a-whoa.
Narrator: Yami beat the crap out of them, by stepping in the basket, falling down on the thugs and accidentally bumping heads, which, because off the spikes on his head, is lethal. Hey, whatever works.
Mysterious flower girl (who looks oddly familiar, because we have seen her in the intro) Thanks. Hey, did you feel that tremor, earlier?
Yami(starting to panic, cause he A: is nervous because he caused the explosion or B: He is standing with a girl) Nothing, hey listen...(looks at basket, he still has his foot in it) don't see many flowers around here.
Serenity: Oh, you like? They're worthless now. No one will buy them. You can have them.
Narrator: And, she takes off. Meanwhile, Tristan, Mokuba, Joey and Mai where sitting in the cargo wagon. Yami had not shown up at the station.
Mokuba: Cloud never showed up.
Tristan: ...
Mokuba: You think he...
Tristan: No way! Cloud would never get himself killed.
Mokuba: Uh...I didn't say he was killed..
Tristan: Oh. Sorry
Mai: You think he will keep on fighting for Pebble Slide?
Tristan: How the hell would I know if he would keep on fighting for AVALANCHE, Jessie.
Mai: Pebble Slide is cuter, and we are not with that many people to count as an avalanche.
Narrator: They argued for a while about which one was correct. Meanwhile, just above on the streets.
Guard 1: Hey, that guy looks like he might want to buy a Tom bola Ticket. With all profit to the new air filters of Midgar. Finally, there will be fresh air in the slums.
Guard 2: Yes, let's go and ask him. Excuse me sir.
Yami: Eeck. I don't know how you found me, but you won't get me alive.
Guard 1: Uh, sir?
Yami: DIE!!!
Narrator: And so, with danger for his own life, Yami killed two defenceless guards who where so evilly trying to sell Tom bola Tickets.
Yami: Rub it in, why don't you.
Narrator: And, because of the noise (try killing two people with a sword, they will start screaming spontaneously) new guards came running to the place of massacre. These, however, carried guns.
Guard 3: Hold it right there, buster.
Guard 4: We got you now. Killing innocent cops.
Yami: Innocent? They where going to beat me to dead!
Guard 4: Nonsense. They are here to sell Tom bola Tickets. All profits would go to a new air filter. But now, all the funding will go to their funeral.
Yami: WHAT???
Guard 5: Get him!
Narrator: Yami takes a step back. Pretty stupid, since he was standing on the edge of a bridge. Luckily for him, a train was just passing underneath him, and broke his fall. Then, the train went undergrounds. Yami still on it.
Yami: Woohoo, I rock.
Narrator: Sure you do, Yami. Sure you do. Okay, as I was saying, Yami crawled to the last cart. He graciously swung by a bar above the door, and crashed against the glass door.
Yami: Au. This is actually painful.
Joey: Hey, look. A big fly, squashed against the window.
Mokuba: That ain't no fly, that's...
Doors open and a messy hero drops in.
Tristan, Mai and Mokuba: Cloud?!?
Joey: A big fly would have been cooler.
Tristan: What's yer problem, making us worry like that.
Yami: You were worried? Didn't know you cared.
Tristan: I'm taking it out of yer fee.
Yami: I'm getting paid for this stuff?
Celcior: No, no. That is Barret's line. You are not getting paid. No one is, well...except for Duke, that is.
Yami: Damn Dice Drooler.
Narrator: The train made a short halt, and our 'heroes' left the cargo wagon. After a long way home, and some deep, poetic stuff Cloud was supposed to say (we decided against Yami saying it. Normally he should be good at such stuff, but he's been screwing things up, lately) they arrived at the Sector Seven Train Station.
Tristan: Move out, team.
Mai, Joey, Mokuba: Yes Sir.
Narrator: They entered Sector Seven. As soon as Cloud saw, or better smelled, it, he covered his mouth and nose. It did not reek very well.
Yami: IT STINKS.
Narrator: Anyway, the inhabitants did glare at Yami, insulting their town, and our big-mouthed hero quickly scrambled.
Yami: (looks around to find "Seventh heaven", Tifa's bar) Now where would it be? (hears shots) There would it be.
Tristan: And stay out. This place is closed.
Narrator: The bar was quickly emptied. Yami fought against the stream of people.
Isis: Ya know, Barret, you might want to think of a different way to clear out my bar. My customers aren't going to keep coming back.
Yami: Hey, Tifa.
Rebecca: Daddy? You no daddy.
Yami: Rebecca? What are you doing here.
Celcior: She found out I had Teddy. She was about to beat me to death, when she heard what we where doing. Now she plays Marlene, to keep an eye on Teddy.
Rebecca: Damn right. Now shut your face and gimme those flowers.
Yami Celcior: Actually, Rebecca, in the game you can choose. And since you are not important, I am going to let Isis take them.
Rebecca: Why you, poor excuse for a Yami. I should beat the living daylight out of you.
Yami C.: Hah. I am not physically here. Bounded with Celcior makes it possible for me to dematerialise.
Celcior: Yami, please...
Rebecca: Oh? (turns to Celcior and starts to strangle him) Then how is THIS.
Celcior and Yami Celcior: Urggl...
Isis: Rebecca, stop that. Look over here.
Rebecca: TEDDY. (Isis is holding teddy in her left hand, and in her right hand...)
Isis: I WILL burn his stuffing, you know.
Rebecca: O-Kay...(Slowly lets go off Celcior, and equally slowly, Isis puts down the lighter and the teddy-bear.)
Celcior runs away.
Narrator: Fine, now that that is taken care off, lets continue.
Isis: Hey Cloud. How did it go with Barret. Did you fight with him?
Yami: The guy's a Looney. He almost got us guys shot, blown up and chopped down. But other then that, I guess he's OK.
Isis: (Notices the basket) What's that?
Yami: Oh, this? Here.
Isis: Oh, thank you. (looks at the crumpled flowers.) Well, I guess the thought was sweet.
Narrator: After a while, in which Tristan told Yami that he did a nice job, Mokuba that he would enjoy blowing up more stuff and Joey that he liked Isis cooking so much, he just couldn't help himself, as if Joey ever had self-restraint when it's about food, The five of them, Tristan, Mai, Mokuba, Joey and Rebecca, went down to a secret level. The door was hidden under a pin-bal machine. Only Yami and Isis stayed in the bar.
Isis: Can I get you a drink?
Yami: Give me something strong.
Narrator: Isis mixed some drinks, shook them and poured it into a glass. Yami gulped it down.
Yami: Who...strong stuff.
Yami C.: What do you mean, Yami. Cloud could take it. And this is only water.
Isis: Wa...ter?
Yami C.: Yes, water. This is a play. We don't use alcohol.
Isis: Uhn...
Yami C.: Don't tell me you used alcohol on a person who is linked to a 15 year old midget, who can't even drink an Ice-tea without adding extra water. Exactly what kind of drink did you gave him?
Isis: A Bloody Anubis. It's a cocktail consisting out of Vodka, Scotch Whisky, Cognac, Brandy and Gin.
Yami C:.......................Right, that does indeed sound like a meeting with Ancient Egypt's Grim Reaper. Look out, Yami is escaping.
Narrator: Yes, indeed. While the two of them where arguing, Yami had fled to the pinball machine. He was going down, and carried his drink with him.
Isis: Oh, no. He's going to give it to the others.
Narrator: You are right Isis, because at this very moment, Mai, Joey and Mokuba are down on the ground, recovering from the massive brain cell-loss, and Tristan is taking a gulp himself.
Kaiba: What? You gave my brother alcohol? He ain't any better at it then Yugi. NOOOO! Mokuba. What have they done to you.
Mai: Hey, hic, I've got a great idea.
Joey: Huhn?
Mai: Let's all play...TRUTH OR DARE.
Joey: Huhn.
Mokuba: Pfff. Yaah.
Celcior: Oh-oh; nothing good can come out of that. What will happen? Let's see that next time. I'm going to a new site. It's an RPG from Yu-Gi-Oh!. It is still brand new, and there are more people needed. I believe there are still some leading rolls left. Or you can choose to play as Rex, or Mako, or Rebecca. I believe it is called www.pureimagination.bravehost.com
Yami C.: And I don't hate you so much anymore.
Tea, Serenity, Isis and Yugi: Aaawww.
Yami: There, that is how it is supposed to be. Be friends with your Hikari.
Yugi: Yes Yami (starts hugging him)
Yami: Eeck! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!!
Mai: Well then, let's just get this over with. Capito Celcior does not own: A: A car.
B: Yu-Gi-Oh! copyrights.
And C: Final Fantasy VII copyrights.
Chapter three: When you can't handle it, don't start drinking.
~~~
Narrator: The terrorists had successfully destroyed the Shinra Reactor 8, and they had spread out. Meeting point was at the train station.
Yami walked down a street, when he saw a girl with a basket being beaten up. Quickly, he ran to help her.
Yami: Hey, leave the lady a-whoa.
Narrator: Yami beat the crap out of them, by stepping in the basket, falling down on the thugs and accidentally bumping heads, which, because off the spikes on his head, is lethal. Hey, whatever works.
Mysterious flower girl (who looks oddly familiar, because we have seen her in the intro) Thanks. Hey, did you feel that tremor, earlier?
Yami(starting to panic, cause he A: is nervous because he caused the explosion or B: He is standing with a girl) Nothing, hey listen...(looks at basket, he still has his foot in it) don't see many flowers around here.
Serenity: Oh, you like? They're worthless now. No one will buy them. You can have them.
Narrator: And, she takes off. Meanwhile, Tristan, Mokuba, Joey and Mai where sitting in the cargo wagon. Yami had not shown up at the station.
Mokuba: Cloud never showed up.
Tristan: ...
Mokuba: You think he...
Tristan: No way! Cloud would never get himself killed.
Mokuba: Uh...I didn't say he was killed..
Tristan: Oh. Sorry
Mai: You think he will keep on fighting for Pebble Slide?
Tristan: How the hell would I know if he would keep on fighting for AVALANCHE, Jessie.
Mai: Pebble Slide is cuter, and we are not with that many people to count as an avalanche.
Narrator: They argued for a while about which one was correct. Meanwhile, just above on the streets.
Guard 1: Hey, that guy looks like he might want to buy a Tom bola Ticket. With all profit to the new air filters of Midgar. Finally, there will be fresh air in the slums.
Guard 2: Yes, let's go and ask him. Excuse me sir.
Yami: Eeck. I don't know how you found me, but you won't get me alive.
Guard 1: Uh, sir?
Yami: DIE!!!
Narrator: And so, with danger for his own life, Yami killed two defenceless guards who where so evilly trying to sell Tom bola Tickets.
Yami: Rub it in, why don't you.
Narrator: And, because of the noise (try killing two people with a sword, they will start screaming spontaneously) new guards came running to the place of massacre. These, however, carried guns.
Guard 3: Hold it right there, buster.
Guard 4: We got you now. Killing innocent cops.
Yami: Innocent? They where going to beat me to dead!
Guard 4: Nonsense. They are here to sell Tom bola Tickets. All profits would go to a new air filter. But now, all the funding will go to their funeral.
Yami: WHAT???
Guard 5: Get him!
Narrator: Yami takes a step back. Pretty stupid, since he was standing on the edge of a bridge. Luckily for him, a train was just passing underneath him, and broke his fall. Then, the train went undergrounds. Yami still on it.
Yami: Woohoo, I rock.
Narrator: Sure you do, Yami. Sure you do. Okay, as I was saying, Yami crawled to the last cart. He graciously swung by a bar above the door, and crashed against the glass door.
Yami: Au. This is actually painful.
Joey: Hey, look. A big fly, squashed against the window.
Mokuba: That ain't no fly, that's...
Doors open and a messy hero drops in.
Tristan, Mai and Mokuba: Cloud?!?
Joey: A big fly would have been cooler.
Tristan: What's yer problem, making us worry like that.
Yami: You were worried? Didn't know you cared.
Tristan: I'm taking it out of yer fee.
Yami: I'm getting paid for this stuff?
Celcior: No, no. That is Barret's line. You are not getting paid. No one is, well...except for Duke, that is.
Yami: Damn Dice Drooler.
Narrator: The train made a short halt, and our 'heroes' left the cargo wagon. After a long way home, and some deep, poetic stuff Cloud was supposed to say (we decided against Yami saying it. Normally he should be good at such stuff, but he's been screwing things up, lately) they arrived at the Sector Seven Train Station.
Tristan: Move out, team.
Mai, Joey, Mokuba: Yes Sir.
Narrator: They entered Sector Seven. As soon as Cloud saw, or better smelled, it, he covered his mouth and nose. It did not reek very well.
Yami: IT STINKS.
Narrator: Anyway, the inhabitants did glare at Yami, insulting their town, and our big-mouthed hero quickly scrambled.
Yami: (looks around to find "Seventh heaven", Tifa's bar) Now where would it be? (hears shots) There would it be.
Tristan: And stay out. This place is closed.
Narrator: The bar was quickly emptied. Yami fought against the stream of people.
Isis: Ya know, Barret, you might want to think of a different way to clear out my bar. My customers aren't going to keep coming back.
Yami: Hey, Tifa.
Rebecca: Daddy? You no daddy.
Yami: Rebecca? What are you doing here.
Celcior: She found out I had Teddy. She was about to beat me to death, when she heard what we where doing. Now she plays Marlene, to keep an eye on Teddy.
Rebecca: Damn right. Now shut your face and gimme those flowers.
Yami Celcior: Actually, Rebecca, in the game you can choose. And since you are not important, I am going to let Isis take them.
Rebecca: Why you, poor excuse for a Yami. I should beat the living daylight out of you.
Yami C.: Hah. I am not physically here. Bounded with Celcior makes it possible for me to dematerialise.
Celcior: Yami, please...
Rebecca: Oh? (turns to Celcior and starts to strangle him) Then how is THIS.
Celcior and Yami Celcior: Urggl...
Isis: Rebecca, stop that. Look over here.
Rebecca: TEDDY. (Isis is holding teddy in her left hand, and in her right hand...)
Isis: I WILL burn his stuffing, you know.
Rebecca: O-Kay...(Slowly lets go off Celcior, and equally slowly, Isis puts down the lighter and the teddy-bear.)
Celcior runs away.
Narrator: Fine, now that that is taken care off, lets continue.
Isis: Hey Cloud. How did it go with Barret. Did you fight with him?
Yami: The guy's a Looney. He almost got us guys shot, blown up and chopped down. But other then that, I guess he's OK.
Isis: (Notices the basket) What's that?
Yami: Oh, this? Here.
Isis: Oh, thank you. (looks at the crumpled flowers.) Well, I guess the thought was sweet.
Narrator: After a while, in which Tristan told Yami that he did a nice job, Mokuba that he would enjoy blowing up more stuff and Joey that he liked Isis cooking so much, he just couldn't help himself, as if Joey ever had self-restraint when it's about food, The five of them, Tristan, Mai, Mokuba, Joey and Rebecca, went down to a secret level. The door was hidden under a pin-bal machine. Only Yami and Isis stayed in the bar.
Isis: Can I get you a drink?
Yami: Give me something strong.
Narrator: Isis mixed some drinks, shook them and poured it into a glass. Yami gulped it down.
Yami: Who...strong stuff.
Yami C.: What do you mean, Yami. Cloud could take it. And this is only water.
Isis: Wa...ter?
Yami C.: Yes, water. This is a play. We don't use alcohol.
Isis: Uhn...
Yami C.: Don't tell me you used alcohol on a person who is linked to a 15 year old midget, who can't even drink an Ice-tea without adding extra water. Exactly what kind of drink did you gave him?
Isis: A Bloody Anubis. It's a cocktail consisting out of Vodka, Scotch Whisky, Cognac, Brandy and Gin.
Yami C:.......................Right, that does indeed sound like a meeting with Ancient Egypt's Grim Reaper. Look out, Yami is escaping.
Narrator: Yes, indeed. While the two of them where arguing, Yami had fled to the pinball machine. He was going down, and carried his drink with him.
Isis: Oh, no. He's going to give it to the others.
Narrator: You are right Isis, because at this very moment, Mai, Joey and Mokuba are down on the ground, recovering from the massive brain cell-loss, and Tristan is taking a gulp himself.
Kaiba: What? You gave my brother alcohol? He ain't any better at it then Yugi. NOOOO! Mokuba. What have they done to you.
Mai: Hey, hic, I've got a great idea.
Joey: Huhn?
Mai: Let's all play...TRUTH OR DARE.
Joey: Huhn.
Mokuba: Pfff. Yaah.
Celcior: Oh-oh; nothing good can come out of that. What will happen? Let's see that next time. I'm going to a new site. It's an RPG from Yu-Gi-Oh!. It is still brand new, and there are more people needed. I believe there are still some leading rolls left. Or you can choose to play as Rex, or Mako, or Rebecca. I believe it is called www.pureimagination.bravehost.com