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Save the FFML! Part 1
By Schala
Edgar wrote:
Rydia, if you don't answer soon, I'm going to serenade you, and with my terrible singing, well, NONE of us want that to happen ;)
*twitch* *twitch* Uh-oh...the storywriting bug is upon me...ACK!!!
After some weeks (or it could be just days, dunno, since I don't really count), there has been an amazing lack of response from Rydia...
I-forget-who-began-the-thread: Hey, Kaitlin, draw me a picture of Rydia in a metal bikini!
Aaron A. (I think): No, what about a CHAIN-MAIL bikini??
Kupek: Ye gads! Torture! Torture!
Halcyon: Actually, they could have some cloth padding in there.
Edgar: NO! A Fenix Down is better!
Kaitlin: HEY! So who said I'd DRAW it in the first place??
Eric: You have no choice! We will chain you to the PSX and force you to play FF7 all day until you do it for us!!
Kaitlin: AUUUUUUUUUGH!!!
Aaron: ...and over the chain-mail bikin she could be wearing a green see-through dress...
FFML: Get a girlfriend, Aaron!
Kupek: Can you imagine how your nipples would feel in a chain-mail bikini?
Eric: Ooh!! You said the "N" word!!
Schala: Amazing Rydia hasn't flamed any of us yet...
Edgar: Yeah, where *is* she? If she doesn't show up soon I'm gonna serenade her!
FFML: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Edgar: I will sing to her until she replies!! No one can stop me!! MUHAHAHAHA!!!
He grabs the mike and starts howling out some unrecognizable version of...of...some song. (hey, it's unrecognizable, remember???)
FFML: AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!! SAVE US, SAVE US FROM THIS TORTURE!!!
Kupek: ...torture worse than wearing a chain-mail bikini!
Eric: ...torture worse than playing FF7 on the PSX!!
Tritoch: AUUUUUGH!! (turns into Magicite)
Marie: NOOOOOOO!! (turns into another piece of Magicite)
The FFML police barge in.
John: Okay, Edgar...everything's gonna be okay...just put down the mike...and no one will hurt you.
Edgar: (clinging to the mike for dear life) NO!! NO!! I WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!! You can't make me!!!
Trystan: Come on, it's just us...
Morandan: It'll be all right...don't worry...we'll find Rydia for you...
Edgar: Promise...?
Locke2: Of course we promise...
Schala: Please, Edgar...
He turns wild eyes to everyone who is looking at him, pleading him to drop the microphone. Suddenly he lashes out in a fury unknown to all!!!
Edgar: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Not unless Rydia herself answers!! MUHAHAHAH!!
He screeches a high note into the mike. Everyone screams, puts their hands over their ears, and drop to their knees. Their faces are contorted with pain.
Locke2: Dang his singing is TERRIBLE...
John: We have to unplug the speakers!
Trystan: But the speaker plugs are all the way on the other side! Can we survive the blast of his...ugh...song?
John: We have to! It's our only chance to save the FFML!
Trystan: Yeah, but what about all those system wars and company-bashing?
John: Get yer priorities straight! THIS is the immediate danger!
They look around them. All lying unconscious on the floor are the many members of the FFML, hopefully not dead...
Trystan: Oh, yeah.
Locke2: Let's do it!!!
So they map out their campaign. Luckily, there are some pillars and broken chairs and tables that they can use for shelter. Each picking up a large slab of broken wood to protect their head, they stuff their ears with cotton ripped from their shirts, and prepare to brave the danger...
Save the FFML! Part 2
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