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Chapter 3
By Casper
>From: The Great Lord Eric (ebowling@compusmart.ab.ca)
>
>Hey Lansing, show this to your boss, tell him it's from me and all of North America.
(Editor's Note: Eric's Chapter 1 schnipped)
Hey, Lansing! Ignore Eric, take this! It even has a moral!
"Fey, Victus!" a voice from behind a barricade shouts. Suddenly, a dark hero appears, dressed in armour of black, wielding a long sword. "I am the vampire Kain, and you shall meet your due end with the Soul Reaver."
FF2-Kain turns at the sound of his name, and studies the inhuman figure. "You dare claim the name of Kain! Prepare to die!"
The LOK-Kain whips his hands up to cast a spell. Suddenly, blue-white strips of pure energy blast about the room, throwing everyone to the ground.
A figure stands up first, however. She moves quickly to the middle of the room. "Please, I am Aerith. Please stop this senseless fighting, I am sure a compromise can be made!"
But as this happens, a whistling sound can be heard to grow louder. In a flash of light, a caped figure descends from the roof, running Aerith through with his long sword. Aerith slumps from the sword, and slowly falls to the ground. The figure flourishes his cape and whips his hair in triumph.
"Damn you Sephiros!" Cloud leaps up, brandishing his huge sword. "You shall pay for the seeds of corruption you have sown among the Square presidents...yaaAAHHH!"
Meanwhile, Shadow, who up to this point has taken no action, leaps out from a hiding place and grabs the evil Square president. Throwing a Smoke Bomb up into the air, he disappears.
Sephiros takes this chance to escape. In another blinding flash of light, he vanishes.
Everybody raises to his feet, coughing in the smoke. Cloud, panting from the useless charge, smiles and says, "As you can see, this was all a plot sent by Sephiros, Kefka, and Zeromus. They shall pay for their misdeeds - the Shinra Company and the Empire both."
LOK-Kain says quietly, "Perhaps Mobius, Mortenkainus and Maleck are also involved - I must investigate privately." He promptly transforms into a bat and leaves.
The laughing of Kefka was heard then, and Setzer motions, "We shall take the Falcon. Kefka must die once more, it seems."
But Cid slashes his pike in response, "No! We shall take the Highwind! I will not tolerate being carted around in 16th century JUNK!"
Cyan holds his head. "I hate machines, I hate machines!"
Gau jumps up and down. "Thou have headache? Thou have headache?"
Vincent whispers, "Be quiet, you excuse for a pixelated character, you!"
Sabin shouts, "Ha ha! Think you're so good with that metal stick, huh?"
Barret yells, "At least we actually touch the enemies when we hit them!"
"Yeah, well, at least we're original!"
"Original? Original? Your mother's mother wasn't original!"
"I suppose you think you're so good with your polygons, huh?"
"Perhaps that's because we are!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Die!"
"DIE!"
"No, YOU DIE!"
"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!!!"
And for some reason, a kamikaze Moogle charges through on top of a chocobo. . .
The moral of the story is: Don't compare FF games. They're all really, really good. If you do, it'll become like this.
Chapter 3 by Eric
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