Get your own Free Home PageThe countries of Fabul, Toroia, Mysidia and Damcyan awarded me their crystals in reward for my efforts against the Moogle Borgs. Moogle Borgs, devious little critters they were. I hoped to someday locate the source of all Moogles, to destroy it. Since the corruption of Mog they have been the greatest enemies the world has had to bear with. Not even the ancient Lizar eat their enemies alive! I knew that Mog would seek revenge against me, so I had prepared for it. Not a day would I go without wearing my armor, black as it had grown in the last while.
However, I was not prepared for this strike. Mog had too dabbled in the Dark Magick, more so than I, and had an identity I had not known of.
The day came by on the day before my birthday. May 21st,
1006.....
Mog: At last! I have found you! Now I will exact my revenge!
Me: Nay, mechanical sex-crazed furball, you will be the one to
die today!
Mog: Moohahahahha! You don't know who I really am! Do you?
Me: Snozwoz, the God of annoying pests?
Mog: No. (transforms)
Me: Oh my god! It's....
Smithy: HAHAHAHA!!! Yes, that is how we make our Moogles. My
factory is stacked with them, ready to make war on the world
again! And you, will not be there to stop me!
Me: And why is that?
Smithy: Because you will be too busy fighting yourself! SPLIT!!
Me: AIKYHIDUAGDLKUEWO#&RIH@!I#$&*$#UITPYOLIHGDLKUGPIUBVLJGI!KJHLIK!JHN!
Other me: HA! I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Me: Who are you?!?
Other me: I am Cire Gnilwob, your evil side.
Me: Oh crap...
Cire: Thank you Smithy, had Mog not sold his soul to you I would
never exist.
Mog suddenly appears.
Mog: HaHA! I've tapped into your power. I'm in charge now,
Smithy. (shoots lightning)
Smithy: Oh, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
(is sucked into the void)
Mog: (pulls out a cell phone) Mog to factory, send the Moogle
Borg army in!
Cire: I will be killing you now.
Me: Oh great....
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