Hazard 13: Hello and welcome people. Any questions or whatever will be answered later in the chapter, as in, the end of it. What the hell was the anonymous review that swore at me? That was plain disturbing.

Hoboslayer: Seriously, it is.

Nite Joe: Well, at least "Hoboslayer" appeared in this at last.

Hazard 13: Yeah. Took you a while.

Hoboslayer: YOU'RE the fauthor!

Hazard 13: I am. That means I can also do this!

Hoboslayer: Owwwww……you SHOT me?

Nite Joe: He is the author, so he can do anything.

Hazard 13: This is my fic, so you won't die though.

Hoboslayer: Owowowowowowowowowow…

Hazard 13: You will feel intense pain though.

Nite Joe: Heh heh.

Hoboslayer: That's better. (dusts himself off)

Hazard 13: I did give you the power to heal yourself you know.

Hoboslayer: why didn't you tell me?

Nite Joe: Took you a while to figure out, genius.

Hoboslayer: You're the inventor, not me.

Hazard 13: Anyway, disclaimer, "Hoboslayer"

Hoboslayer: yea. Disclaimer- Hair boy here doesn't own stuff, or he would be rich. He isn't rich, so he doesn't own this game. If he did, then he would be like, famous, so foff, you stupid lawyers.

Hazard 13: Yup, he's correct, but he should probably stop with the swearing. Unfortunately, if I put this into the R section, then no-one would read it, and there would be no reviews, and I would be very sad… so here's my chapter five.

"So what took you guys so long?" asked Hoboslayer, right after he had stopped his Fire Sword.

"Well, me and Nite Joe here started in different towns. I started in Muscadet, and you started here. Ezel here helped me, and

Nite Joe tracked us down." I stated.

"He makes antilaws right? This place is like FFTA." He said

"How is it that all of you come from a different world, but you know exactly what I was planning to do?" Ezel was kind of confused. I could definitely understand that.

"Well, there is this game in our world called FFTA and you're in it." Nite Joe had decided that Ezel should probably know about this.

"So what're we gonna do now?" we hadn't told Hoboslayer about my clan idea.

"I was thinking about a clan. So what kind of weapons can you use Hoboslayer?"

"Spears, Broadswords, stuff." He pulled out his Eclipse and an Ice Lance.

"Before we become a clan, then we should first check what type of weapons you can each use. Let's first go to the local store. I think it's run by a friend of mine, so we can get a discount."

So we all decided to go over to this store and we tried different weapons.

"Nite Joe, try this staff. It's pretty rare, but you may be able to use it, who knows?"

Nite Joe caught the staff and did as Ezel said. As he concentrated his energy into it, a huge meteor started hurtling down, and Ezel said that this was what was supposed to happen. Unfortunately the huge meteor came down and crushed a homeless man that was sleeping on the side of the street.

"Oops. Heh-heh." Nite Joe thought that this was kind of funny, but there were lots of other homeless men out in the street, so he was a little worried. Anyway, it turns out that I could use pistols and any human jobs, Hoboslayer could do any bangaa jobs, but he could also use knives as a thief. Finally, Nite Joe was an alchemist, and could do any human jobs. I thought it was pretty obvious that I could handle a gunner job, cuz in real life, I do trap and target shooting. My friend, Nite Joe always made things in real life, so I guess it is fitting that he should be an alchemist. Hoboslayer, who had bangaa jobs, whenever we would play around and fight with huge weapons, so I can see the connections with him handling broad swords and things. I understand he always was trying to learn to pickpocket people, so the thief job is understandable.

Ezel got his friend to lend us some weapons, at least until we got better ones. He even got him to let us borrow the more rare ones, like the Scorpion Tail Nite Joe used. As we went outside, we were about to head over to the pub, but we were confronted by roughly thirty homeless people. I believe it was good that Ezel got his friend to lend us some better weapons than we had before. As we were about to head back into the store, a Judge morphed into being with a chicken underneath him. He yelled "Engage!"

"Homeless army versus… um what's your clan called?" he asked in confusion.
I yelled back to him "Clan of Death!" Everyone started looking at me. "What? That's what my clan was called back in the other world."

The homeless men looked at us and they all drew knives. Some had axes, some had knives, and about two of them had barrels. Usually, we could destroy them as quick as we wanted, but there were fifty of them. I looked at them, and they looked at me. Suddenly, one of them threw a barrel at me and I hit it with a stopshot. The barrel stopped in midair. Ezel asked me "should I just end this?"

"If ya want to." I replied. "It wouldn't be as fun though."

I looked over at Hoboslayer and Nite Joe, and Nite Joe had sent a meteor right into the middle of the pack. Due to the closeness of the homeless people, about ten of them were knocked out. The judge gave him a point. Hoboslayer however, had used Tremor, sending four of them in different directions. All but one fainted. He grabbed the last one of them and shoved him off a cliff with a critical hit. The judge awarded him a point. Ezel had used Azoth and about half of the remainder of homeless men were asleep. Two of the ones that were awake charged directly at me and I stepped back and hit one of them with two shots. He crumpled, giving me a point. However, the other guy, armed with a barrel swung at me, hitting the judge.

The judge was not hurt in the least, but he teleported him twelve feet in the air and released him, to make him fall to the ground in a heap. Then, he stamped a red card to his face and sent him to jail. The other homeless guys (6 awake) yelled

"we forfeit!" and they started waking up their friends and ran away as quick as they could. We were awarded 1200 gil and some materite. This was strange, because materite is supposed to be expensive, and homeless people shouldn't have this stuff. We started heading back to the pub. As we approached, there came a clattering of broken cups and plates. we hurried over to see what was happening.

Hazard 13: Well, that should wrap this chapter up.

Hoboslayer: ya think?

Hazard 13: Nite Joe…

Hoboslayer: Ow.

Nite Joe: oops, that was his leg. I was aiming for his torso. D

Hazard 13: not you too… I might have to up the rating on this story…then no one would even review it.

Hoboslayer: who cares? I would review…

Nite Joe: Me too…

Hazard 13: Til next time…

Nite Joe: Ghost out…