Chapter 7
You.
Are.
Dead.
Hail! Hail! The gang's all here! (By "here", I mean the world of the living.) Hail! Hail! The gang's all here! Don't you wish that you were too?
Well, you're not here. You're D-E-A-D.
Go act as a poltergeist for awhile or something.
But don't be gone too long, cause…
…
"We are gathered here today in memory of (insert your name here)"
Hey, it's your funeral! Cool!
Oh, who am I kidding? We can't have a funeral for you. The only person here besides me is that kitten from the quiki-mart. Ah, well, such is life. Er… death. But it matters not. You'll be back in action soon enough. Just as soon as the alchemist we're waiting for gets off his lazy butt!!! Come on little alchemist… good alchemist! MOVE IT WILL YOU?!?!?
Eek! Nice alchemist… sit… sit… Sit! No! Stay! Gah! No! BAD alchemist!
Ow.
Anyway, can we just get on with the transmuting please?
Yes.
Thank you.
Alright! Let's get this party started!
Go to Chapter 11 You're about to pull a Lazarus.