THIS FIC SHALL NOW BE UPDATED.
FOR GREAT JUSTICE.
ALL YOUR FIRE EMBLEM ARE BELONG TO ROY!
THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF DANCERS AND BARDS
Thou shalt incite arena abusers to use the greatest glitch of all time that makes them invincible while they gaineth gazillions of gold while all thou needeth to do is press the A button every few seconds.
Thine personalities shalt be so clichéd or thou shalt have almost no storyline significance whatsoever if thou art a dancer. Only the spoony ones will have actual cool personalities (An FF 4 joke, referring to THE SPOONY BARD)
Thou shalt learn to rap in medieval language: Can'st toucheth this, na, nanana, nana, nana...On the second thought...just...no.
Nils plays that flute like Ninian plays Eliwood.
Beware if thine little brother is a Pupil. Thou shalt never know where he shalt be. He could be in some cult of dark magic, or thine underwear drawer. Formortiis knows he has a fetish for things like that.
Winged Singer? No plastic surgery? No fake white skin, no high pitched feminine shrieks, no crotch grabbing, no insanely large number of nosejobs, AND NO PEDOPHILIA? Ladies and Gentleman, Reyson, the MJ of Tellius!
Nils would like to say, "I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH!"
See that big sword? See thine future boyfriend? DON'T APPROACH FOR POSSIBILITY OF EMO PWN4GE!
Throwing thyself right in the hero's lap might not do much good, especially if the incredibly large competition were already...pursuing more daring ventures with him.
The King of Soul of Elibe is a half-dragon boy that can play better soul music than James Brown. It actually revitalizes a person.
R&R!