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(Okey-dokey, Same-oh Same-oh... BLAH BLAH BLAH... Don't own FFTA... Yadda yadda yadda... you get the idea.)
More reviews means that I keep working. When things are in demand, I try my best to pleasure you in any way you need... except for that... you know what I'm talking about you sick freaks... although, the ladies out there...
I'm just gonna stop talking about that now...
Yeah, dude, I was thinking about the prisons myself. I was thinking that they shouldn't be as crowded as its sounds like they were, but, due to the amount of stupid mistakes that I made in my game, I would think that it'll be pretty packed in there. I'm retarded when it comes to memory. I think that one of my guys has 3 yellow cards for each penalty I made... and those were a lot of them. I think my Thief has 8 Red Cards on him... don't feel like checking.
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"Pissed off."
by chero666
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One of the guys swung his staff at me, but I caught it before it got to me.
Bangaa: "What the-!"
I yanked his weapon out of his hand, which cause him to spin for a second. I took that opportunity to turn and smack him across the face with his make-shift pole. I loved hearing the loud thud when he hit the ground as his comrads look on.
I did a small pose for a second and then drop the staff to the ground. I'm not a big fan of the staff as a weapon, so I wait for the next one.
Marshall: "Bring it on, bitches!!"
Next up, both of the guys with fork for claws attacked me at the same time... oh well. I jump to the side to dodge the first swing and tackled straight into his partner. Both of us crashed into a nearby table that a fellow Theif and a Ninja were eating at. (Those should be some pretty interesting conversations.) They didn't seem too happy, but I didn't care at the moment.
I got up in time to see the other Bangaa charge towards me and try to slash my throut out with the forks. I leaned back to dodge the swipe and I grabbed the nearest thing... the Theif's cape.
Thief: "Hey!!"
Marshall: "Just borrowing this!"
I tore the cape off, grabbed it by the middle and smack the Bangaa directly in his ugly face. The cape quickly did its job and wrapped around his face, blinding him for a second.
Bangaa: "What the hell... I can't..."
I watch him comically try to get the cape off his face for a second and then propelled myself off of what's left of the table and close-lined him to the ground. He won't be moving for awhile... sorry I can't say the same to his friends. I hopped to my feet and saw that both of the staff-users (one must've gotten back up) were on both side of me and were running at me.
Unfair really... there's only two of them.
Both lunged their rods at me, so I dropped to my knees and watched both of them fly over my head. Thinking quickly, I grabbed both of them together and jumped back to my feet. The two Bangaa tried to pulled them free, but I had a fucking death-grip on them. I wasn't going to let go anytime soon, but that doesn't mean that I can't have fun. ^_^
I started running with both of those lizards still holding onto the poles. Not being the swiftest species out there, they didn't realize that all they'd hafta to do is loosen their grip on their weapons... oh well... I start running faster until I got to a wall, but that didn't stop me. I ran as fast as I could, to gain momentum, and I started to scale the wall a couple of feet.
Not even I thought that I could do it... I kick ass. Everyone was watching with awe... heh... never thought that I'd ever use that word in my life.
Before I started to lose my grip I jumped backwards and flipped off the wall. The Bangaas were to busy watching to see that I let go of their weapons. I landed on the ground in a crouched position and I leaped into one of the stunned Bangaas an both of us skidded onto the floor. Positioning him like a surfboard, I guided him through a small group of inmates and into the brick wall that surrounds the majority of the prison. He's out cold.
I smile for a second at the destruction I cause... bad idea. I felt myself being hung by my shirt and tossed onto a nearby table where I slid down almost all the way to the end.
Marshall: "Oww!"
I rub my head for a second, but found something useful right next to me...
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Donar: "... try stabbing them with a knife or something..."
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Marshall: "Will do, my little memory of the last chapter."
I grabbed the weapon by it's handle. At that second, I spotted a metal pole being swung down on my lying body. With second guessing it, I held out the knife with both of my hands on the flat end of it and blocked the attack. It made a loud clang and it sent a vibration through my arms from the impact that hurt a for a second, but I was safe.
With the item above my head, I finally saw what it was...it was a butcher knife... a regular meat dicing butcher knife. Not a Tonberrian, but it gets the job done.
Using the knife, I slid the pole out of my way and hopped off the table, onto my feet. I gotta find a way to capitalize. I flip the knife to the dull edge, so I won't kill him, and start running around the table so I can face him. I was right at him when I did one of the stupidest things that I ever done in a fight... I tripped over one of the unconscious Bangaas and fell flat on my face.
Kiddies... that's called, "Eating Your Own Shit." Learn it... See it... Don't EVER Try it... This has been a Public Service Announcement...
I started to get up after that little embarrassing trip when I saw that the Bangaa decided to "kick a man when he's down" and raised his staff to hit me in the back. I was still dazed, so I knew that I didn't have enough time to react correctly, so I braced myself for extream pain... extream pain that never came.
I open my eyes and found out why. It seems like I'm not the only one making mistakes here. The pole that was going to strike my back, but fell short when it hit the table instead, stopping it's strike. Talk about lucky; Lady Luck must be giving me a Lap Dance at the moment... I must be paying her by the Hundreds or something.
I capitalized, like I wanted, spun, and smacked the Bangaa upside his face with the dull edge of my new weapon... then again... and again... and one more to grow on... what the hell... I kicked him while he's laying on the ground too. Rat-bastard...
Bangaa #1: "Hey!!"
I turn around and see the leader of the group, standing there looking at his fallen compadres. He looked pissed...
Marshall: "You want some of this, bitch-fist?"
He jumped in place, which caused two of the wooden floorboards that we had to come loose and off their nail . They provided the perfect decline for the poles that were laying on top of them. He held both of them out like longswords. Unintiminated, I whip out my knife and went into a fighting stance.
He started the face-off by charging at me, first; I followed suit afterwards. Both of us leaped into the air, we were about ready to strike. This blow right here would finish this entire fight. Nothing was going to stop...
????: "STOP!!!"
I'll be damned. Who'd knew that a "Stop" spell whould actually stop things? I dunno, maybe the name's a dead giveaway.
Marshall: "What the hell!?!"
There, me and the Bangaa were stuck in an abstract painting. Frozen, but not without purpose. Our purpose was to look like dumbasses, while the man who did this walked into the room.
????: "Marshall... what have you done this time?"
Marshall: "Hey, Gus! I haven't done anything!!"
Gus was a Time Mage... A short Moogle, light pick fur, I love his cloak... he was also in charge of this facility.
Gus: "Oh yeah, like I believe that."
Donar: "It's... t-true..."
I look over and see Donar, no worse for wear, standing there.
Gus: "Tell me what happened..."
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We're back into the cell, but this time, there is a drastic change to it. Due to my good deed in helping Donar, I had that ugly, fat, retarded, smelly, stupid freak taken out of my cell... still smells like crap here, but it's the principal of the matter...
Marshall: "Thanks for getting that guy outta here."
Donar: "Least I can do... but that's not it."
Marshall: "Hmm?"
Donar: "How'd you like to get out of here."
Marshall: "I dunno... I've gotten use to the darkness, the ugliness, the sweaty, the violent, the life-treatening... on second thought, why'd you ask?"
Donar: "I convinced the guys to let you out on probation."
Marshall: "Cool, but I'd need to be in a clan to be fully approved for probation."
Donar: "No problem. Why don't you join mine?"
Marshall: "You have a clan?"
Donar: "Well... not really ME, but I'm in one. I could try to convince our leader to let you join."
Marshall: "Hmmm... trying to convince the leaer of a clan to let a convicted felon join... strangely enough, I'm actually interested. Dude, you got a deal."
We both shake hands on it.
I just wished I knew how hard it is to get them to trust me... let alone let me join... but I'll save that...
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... for another chapter. ^_^
R&R
-HEP
(Okey-dokey, Same-oh Same-oh... BLAH BLAH BLAH... Don't own FFTA... Yadda yadda yadda... you get the idea.)
More reviews means that I keep working. When things are in demand, I try my best to pleasure you in any way you need... except for that... you know what I'm talking about you sick freaks... although, the ladies out there...
I'm just gonna stop talking about that now...
Yeah, dude, I was thinking about the prisons myself. I was thinking that they shouldn't be as crowded as its sounds like they were, but, due to the amount of stupid mistakes that I made in my game, I would think that it'll be pretty packed in there. I'm retarded when it comes to memory. I think that one of my guys has 3 yellow cards for each penalty I made... and those were a lot of them. I think my Thief has 8 Red Cards on him... don't feel like checking.
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"Pissed off."
by chero666
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One of the guys swung his staff at me, but I caught it before it got to me.
Bangaa: "What the-!"
I yanked his weapon out of his hand, which cause him to spin for a second. I took that opportunity to turn and smack him across the face with his make-shift pole. I loved hearing the loud thud when he hit the ground as his comrads look on.
I did a small pose for a second and then drop the staff to the ground. I'm not a big fan of the staff as a weapon, so I wait for the next one.
Marshall: "Bring it on, bitches!!"
Next up, both of the guys with fork for claws attacked me at the same time... oh well. I jump to the side to dodge the first swing and tackled straight into his partner. Both of us crashed into a nearby table that a fellow Theif and a Ninja were eating at. (Those should be some pretty interesting conversations.) They didn't seem too happy, but I didn't care at the moment.
I got up in time to see the other Bangaa charge towards me and try to slash my throut out with the forks. I leaned back to dodge the swipe and I grabbed the nearest thing... the Theif's cape.
Thief: "Hey!!"
Marshall: "Just borrowing this!"
I tore the cape off, grabbed it by the middle and smack the Bangaa directly in his ugly face. The cape quickly did its job and wrapped around his face, blinding him for a second.
Bangaa: "What the hell... I can't..."
I watch him comically try to get the cape off his face for a second and then propelled myself off of what's left of the table and close-lined him to the ground. He won't be moving for awhile... sorry I can't say the same to his friends. I hopped to my feet and saw that both of the staff-users (one must've gotten back up) were on both side of me and were running at me.
Unfair really... there's only two of them.
Both lunged their rods at me, so I dropped to my knees and watched both of them fly over my head. Thinking quickly, I grabbed both of them together and jumped back to my feet. The two Bangaa tried to pulled them free, but I had a fucking death-grip on them. I wasn't going to let go anytime soon, but that doesn't mean that I can't have fun. ^_^
I started running with both of those lizards still holding onto the poles. Not being the swiftest species out there, they didn't realize that all they'd hafta to do is loosen their grip on their weapons... oh well... I start running faster until I got to a wall, but that didn't stop me. I ran as fast as I could, to gain momentum, and I started to scale the wall a couple of feet.
Not even I thought that I could do it... I kick ass. Everyone was watching with awe... heh... never thought that I'd ever use that word in my life.
Before I started to lose my grip I jumped backwards and flipped off the wall. The Bangaas were to busy watching to see that I let go of their weapons. I landed on the ground in a crouched position and I leaped into one of the stunned Bangaas an both of us skidded onto the floor. Positioning him like a surfboard, I guided him through a small group of inmates and into the brick wall that surrounds the majority of the prison. He's out cold.
I smile for a second at the destruction I cause... bad idea. I felt myself being hung by my shirt and tossed onto a nearby table where I slid down almost all the way to the end.
Marshall: "Oww!"
I rub my head for a second, but found something useful right next to me...
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Donar: "... try stabbing them with a knife or something..."
~~~~
Marshall: "Will do, my little memory of the last chapter."
I grabbed the weapon by it's handle. At that second, I spotted a metal pole being swung down on my lying body. With second guessing it, I held out the knife with both of my hands on the flat end of it and blocked the attack. It made a loud clang and it sent a vibration through my arms from the impact that hurt a for a second, but I was safe.
With the item above my head, I finally saw what it was...it was a butcher knife... a regular meat dicing butcher knife. Not a Tonberrian, but it gets the job done.
Using the knife, I slid the pole out of my way and hopped off the table, onto my feet. I gotta find a way to capitalize. I flip the knife to the dull edge, so I won't kill him, and start running around the table so I can face him. I was right at him when I did one of the stupidest things that I ever done in a fight... I tripped over one of the unconscious Bangaas and fell flat on my face.
Kiddies... that's called, "Eating Your Own Shit." Learn it... See it... Don't EVER Try it... This has been a Public Service Announcement...
I started to get up after that little embarrassing trip when I saw that the Bangaa decided to "kick a man when he's down" and raised his staff to hit me in the back. I was still dazed, so I knew that I didn't have enough time to react correctly, so I braced myself for extream pain... extream pain that never came.
I open my eyes and found out why. It seems like I'm not the only one making mistakes here. The pole that was going to strike my back, but fell short when it hit the table instead, stopping it's strike. Talk about lucky; Lady Luck must be giving me a Lap Dance at the moment... I must be paying her by the Hundreds or something.
I capitalized, like I wanted, spun, and smacked the Bangaa upside his face with the dull edge of my new weapon... then again... and again... and one more to grow on... what the hell... I kicked him while he's laying on the ground too. Rat-bastard...
Bangaa #1: "Hey!!"
I turn around and see the leader of the group, standing there looking at his fallen compadres. He looked pissed...
Marshall: "You want some of this, bitch-fist?"
He jumped in place, which caused two of the wooden floorboards that we had to come loose and off their nail . They provided the perfect decline for the poles that were laying on top of them. He held both of them out like longswords. Unintiminated, I whip out my knife and went into a fighting stance.
He started the face-off by charging at me, first; I followed suit afterwards. Both of us leaped into the air, we were about ready to strike. This blow right here would finish this entire fight. Nothing was going to stop...
????: "STOP!!!"
I'll be damned. Who'd knew that a "Stop" spell whould actually stop things? I dunno, maybe the name's a dead giveaway.
Marshall: "What the hell!?!"
There, me and the Bangaa were stuck in an abstract painting. Frozen, but not without purpose. Our purpose was to look like dumbasses, while the man who did this walked into the room.
????: "Marshall... what have you done this time?"
Marshall: "Hey, Gus! I haven't done anything!!"
Gus was a Time Mage... A short Moogle, light pick fur, I love his cloak... he was also in charge of this facility.
Gus: "Oh yeah, like I believe that."
Donar: "It's... t-true..."
I look over and see Donar, no worse for wear, standing there.
Gus: "Tell me what happened..."
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We're back into the cell, but this time, there is a drastic change to it. Due to my good deed in helping Donar, I had that ugly, fat, retarded, smelly, stupid freak taken out of my cell... still smells like crap here, but it's the principal of the matter...
Marshall: "Thanks for getting that guy outta here."
Donar: "Least I can do... but that's not it."
Marshall: "Hmm?"
Donar: "How'd you like to get out of here."
Marshall: "I dunno... I've gotten use to the darkness, the ugliness, the sweaty, the violent, the life-treatening... on second thought, why'd you ask?"
Donar: "I convinced the guys to let you out on probation."
Marshall: "Cool, but I'd need to be in a clan to be fully approved for probation."
Donar: "No problem. Why don't you join mine?"
Marshall: "You have a clan?"
Donar: "Well... not really ME, but I'm in one. I could try to convince our leader to let you join."
Marshall: "Hmmm... trying to convince the leaer of a clan to let a convicted felon join... strangely enough, I'm actually interested. Dude, you got a deal."
We both shake hands on it.
I just wished I knew how hard it is to get them to trust me... let alone let me join... but I'll save that...
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... for another chapter. ^_^
R&R
-HEP