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Part 10
The new fellowship has set out to Mt. Blowtheshitouttaeverybody in
an attempt to destroy the ring. Those to brave this quest are:
Me (Natch)
Azala
Kain
Kaitlin
Aramarth
Luigi
Ultros
The nameless janitor from FF3
King Bowser Koopa
Our only hope has set out from the Tyrano castle at 8:30 on
Saturday, May 13, 1005.
May 14, 1005:
Ultros: My tummy hurts!
Kain: That's because you ate too much pizza!
Ultros: I didn't touch the stuff!
Kain: Oh, that was Eric.
Me: WHAT!!
Kain: Umm...
May 15, 1005:
Smeagol: Give Smeagol his precious...
Bowser: Go away, you stupid rodent! (throws Smeagol across the
globe)
Ultros: My tummy STILL hurts!
Me: Shut up, shut up, shut up!
May 16, 1005:
We've arrived at Nikeah. We finally get to sleep in a real bed.
However, soon...
Moogle borgs: WE ARE THE MOOGLE BORG! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE, YOU
WILL BE ASSIMULATED, THEN EATEN. KUPO!
Me: I thought we killed these guys!
Kaitlin: These Moogles are quickly losing their reputation as
cute, fuzzy little teddies...
Mog: There she is! The Queen of the Moogle Borg!
Nameless Janitor from FF3: Get away from her, you sex-crazed
furball!
Mog: AUUUUUGH! He's got a mop! A mop!
Me: That's MY insult, Janitor!
Nick: Can we go to the Gay Nazi Home Page now?
Me: Don't even start, Nick.
Nick: Oh Eric... (chases Mog all around)
Me: THAT'S IT! (throws Nick into a field of Moogle Borgs)
Nick: AUUUUGH!!!!! *&@^!QUWHDASP(&!Y~@P:OILGUIPQW............
Bowser: Y'know, while you guys have been arguing, the Moogles ate
Nikeah.
Me: AGAIN!?!
Moogle Borgs: WE ARE THE MOOGLE BORG! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! YOU
WILL BE ASSIMULATED, THEN EATEN! KUPO!
Captain Picard: No! Get away from me! No, no,
AUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!
Patrick Roy: I am Patrick Roy. I beat the Oilers.
Me: Oh yeah... (throws Roy into a field of Moogle Borg)
Patrick Roy: NO! AUUUGH! SAVE ME SAKIC! AAAAAAAA!!!!.......
Joe Sakic: You killed our star goalie! We're gonna lose against
Detroit now!
Me: Serves ya right! (throws Sakic into a field of Moogles)
Joe Sakic: AUUUGHGEUGFIO@JPBVP$HP#@U$$I#@*POJREHAFNHDSJHRDSOJUEWAIY@!U&@Y$DOILJREW&FYPHFIUYSDO..........
Claude Something or Other: Hey!
Me: You scored that fluky goal! DIE!!!! (throws Claude into a
field of Moogles)
Claude: AAAAAAAAAIHGDSOIGHIP*Y@!(&U!POJML.....
Azala: Is this an adventure or a Colorado Avalance killing?
Me: Both. Die Forsberg!
Forsberg: AUUUUAG!J@L#KH!U@JNK!LYOIHBFDJKSGHLSKJXMFC......
Me: Die, rest of the team!
Colorado Avalance: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!!!......
Me: DIE BUFFALO SABRES!!!
Buffalo Sabres: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! AIAAKUUSAJIOOHBLJEWR#@!&^TGKJMNDSBVKJHV....
By this time, the Moogle Borg are SOOOO fat that our heroes easily escape.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Part 11
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