The story of me. And my friends. And other people.

Hazard 13 here again… Everyone, sorry for such a late review. TOO MUCH HOMEWORK! Anyway, I got myself a muse… kind of strange, but they are…

Hoboslayer: Why the f am I in this?

Nite Joe: Shut up Tim.

Hoboslayer: Well, screw you!

Hazard 13: Tim, stop swearing. This is a Pg-13 fic!

Hoboslayer: F- ARGHHH!

Nite Joe: Heh-heh…

Hazard 13: nice.

Hoboslayer: You hit me with a F iron bar!

Nite Joe: True

Hazard 13: Aye Caramba! That's gotta hurt.

Hoboslayer: Ya think?

Nite Joe: that was fun.

Hazard 13: Anyway, this is how I'll be gonna be conducting my commentary before and after my chapters. Anyway, I may add another muse or something later, but anyway… Alex, please thank our people who reviewed, about now… NOW!

Nite Joe: Yeah, whatever. Hoboslayer reviewed, and Lady Tetsu-Maru, and Vinjn (who is now a member, and especially Mako-Streak.

Hazard 13: Alright, Tim from the story is the above Hoboslayer, you know, the muse man, and Alex is Nite Joe. I may refer to them as either name. I talked with them and it seems that they would like to be referred

Hoboslayer: Damn straight.

Nite Joe: Don't make me hit you again.

Hoboslayer: Shutting up.

Hazard 13: anyway, Vinjn is also a friend of mine from school, like Hoboslayer and Nite Joe. Also, someone named Sred7 or something will be coming in later, he is a friend of mine from school. Alright, thank you guys, and thank you Mako-Streak for reviewing twice. Okay, Lady Tetsu-Maru, answering of the questions—

1. I am a boy

2. Tim is a boy, and Alex is a boy, and well, sorry, those are my friends, it's not like I don't like girls, I just, well, have these guys as friends.

3. Nite Joe and Hoboslayer are my muses, no offense to you, I just want to make sure that I know how to portray my muses, sorry…

Hoboslayer: Weso, you twi—AAAAAA!

Nite Joe: Heeheehee…

Hazard 13: Thanks man, mind if I help sometimes?

Nite Joe: Plenty to go around.

Hazard 13: Umm… I guess I overdid the muse thingy, but disclaimer, fat boy?

Hoboslayer: whatever, I hate you. Hazard 13 does not own anything in this fic, except for the names of people, and also himself… He does not own anything, basically.

(Disclaimer: If I really owned anything mentioned, would I bother writing a this?)

Hazard 13: Shut up, fat boy. Anyway, the fact that my friends and I know all about FFTA is kind of a plothole… sorry… especially since we started at his town and everything…

Chapter 3: On a path

I hit the ground and pointed my pistols at the newcomer, who had almost hit me with his spell. He had a strange black pointed hat, a warped staff thing, and whoa… big ears! I thought about it, and hey! I remember! Some guy, Ezel or something. He makes antilaws in that old Final Fantasy game. I am surprised at how short he is. He is pretty cool, and also, has like two spells. I think that he has some sort of sleeping spell, though..

"So, are you going to shoot me, or…" Oops, I evidently still had my guns on him. I withdrew them, and asked him, " What brings you to the, well, um… road?"

"Saving you." He replied.

'Ya think?' "Oh, yeah," I replied, looking at all of my sleeping enemies. "Thanks."

"Anyway, I have to go now, so maybe you should leave before the people over there wake up."

"Can you give me a ride into your town then?" I asked.

"No, that is impossible to do."

"Yeah you can!" I countered. "Whats-his-name Babus dude can do it, and I think you can do it if he can."

"I like to keep it a secret, so that my enemies don't know that I can do it, but you, however, seem to have a lot of junk with you, and are currently twenty something miles from the nearest town with a bag of money and two swords and two pistols. I suppose I might make a exception once or twice."

"Thanks".

"First, though, how did you know about Babus being able to do that?"

"Well, it's a really long story, and you may not even be able to believe me if I tell you, but I'll tell ya if you warp me out of here."

"Okay then."

Somehow, he said this weird spell and we ended up in this big town with lots of buildings and people, many of whom were staring at me. Suddenly, Ezel appeared behind me and used the weird spell, which sounded like "Azoth". Then, all the people fell asleep, one by one. Ezel led me to a small tent, where he opened it and told me to wait for a second. I wondered 'now what?' and he appeared in the doorway with a small package. He took off the wrapping and showed me something the size of a playing card. "This, my new friend, is an—" "Antilaw." a voice interrupted behind me. I turned and saw Nite Joe (Author's note: Alex is Night Joe or Nite Joe for short and Tim is Hoboslayer or Hoboman, I forgot which. Those are their nicknames.), with a Morning star in his hand and a Sun blade on his back.

"How did you…?" asked Ezel. "Hey, Ezel, calm down. Nite Joe here is my friend and we both know your name because…" I explained about how we had played FFTA, and how we knew about stuff.

Ezel said that he understood, because he had met this kid, Marcher, who seemed intent on meeting the maker of the antilaws, but had not realized that it was Ezel himself who had told him that.

"You know, from what you said, you guys seem to have appeared roughly two months after Marche did." He said. "How did you manage that?"

"I don't know" I replied. "Can you tell me about what Marche did? We weren't exactly friends when we met, so we don't know what he would do."

"Oh, I remember him. The idiot with the hair. He has the cripple brother." Interjected Nite Joe.

He had somehow got really famous because his clan, clan Nutsy (?)had taken the missions at the pubs. All the people were proud because his clan had wiped out clan Borzoi, which anyone should be able to do if they really try.

"Nite Joe!" I yelled. He was over at the other side of the really big tent that Ezel owned/lived in. He walked over to me and asked, "What the hell do you want?"

"Let's start a clan."

Hazard 13: Sorry for the wait: my computer crashed, and everything went and died. Anyway, I am—

Hoboslayer: Your computer crashed again? You ba- Glurk!

Nite Joe: Good one Weso.

Hoboslayer: thanks a lot. That hurt.

Hazard 13: You know, that really was fun. Alright everyone, review or I'll hit you with a barbeque grill (somehow) and drench you with fish sauce. Finally, I know that I don't update that often, so sorry. See ya later. The next chapter should be coming up, now that finals are over and I have more free time.

Hoboslayer: When do I get in the story you pr- godda-AAAAA!

Nite Joe/Hazard 13: That was fun.