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Part 11
May 18, 1005:
We managed to escape the Moogle Borgs by feeding them hockey
teams, but we don't know for how long.
May 19, 1005:
Mog: WE ARE THE MOOGLE BORG! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! YOU WILL BE
ASSUMULATED, THEN EATEN! KUPO!
Me: How many times can that moron die?
May 20, 1005:
We managed to escape the Moogle Borgs, AGAIN. Unfortunately,
they're coming this way...
May 21, 1005:
Mt. Blowtheshitouttaeverybody is on the horizon. The time has
come.
May 22, 1005:
My birthday! For a present, I got:
Mog: WE ARE THE MOOGLE BORG! RESIST...
Azala: Shut up already!
Mog: My lord Sauron has instructed me to pick up his ring.
Smeagol: The precious, MY precious!
Mog: THEY have your precious. They plan to destroy it.
Smeagol: Smeagol doesn't like that. (growls at ME)
Me: Ummm...
Mog: ATTACK! SPARE NONE! WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS, AND KAITLIN
WILL BE MY QUEEN!!!
Kaitlin: Yuck, I don't want to be your queen!
Mog: Then you shall die...
Me: So be it. Then I will take the ring with me to the Dark
World!
Mog: If that is your purpose, so be it. I must have my revenge.
Me: En Guarde!
Cyan: Wait, stop!
Edgar: We'll handle this!
Bowser: What?
50000 Doman and New Figaro troops show up.
Cyan: Ye art our only hope. We shalt holdeth them back.
Luigi: But ye'll die!
Cyan: It dost not matter. If ye can destroy that ring, order wilt be restored.
Mog: You fools think you can beat the MOOGLE BORG?!?
Edgar: Take the extra chocobos. Hurry!
Cyan: CHARGE!
The army engages the Moogle Borgs.
May 23, 1005:
We made it to Mt. Blowtheshitouttaeverybody, but I cannot forget
the great deed my friends had done. Now there comes the final
task. I drop the ring into the crater. Suddenly, the earth
quakes.
Azala: There's gonna be an eruption!
Smeagol: MY PRECIOUS! (attacks Me)
Bowser: You get annoying! (slams into Smeagol with his spiked
back)
Smeagol: AUHGUJVSAKGDLJHDSBKLHCFSijkgv=2980143........
Meanwhile...
Cyan: (hacks down a Moogle) They did it!
Mog: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Assimulate! They
will all be eaten for this!
Suddenly, the great Tyrano skull bursts through the ground.
Nizbel: We're here to finally destroy the Moogles!
Mog: NO! This cannot be happening!
The Moogle Borgs drool, prepared to make a last stand against the
great ones. The reptites and soldiers charge. They quickly cut
through the Moogle defence.
Mog: .....WARP!!! (disappears)
Moogle Borgs: No! Mog! Don't leave us to die!
By another hour, the entire 5 million Moogles are vanquished,
except for Mog.
At Mt. Blowtheshitouttaeverybody...
Me: The lava's gonna burn us alive!
Azala: Shut up and run!
Chocobo: Cooc Cooc...
Luigi: The mountain's gonna blow!
Mt. Blowtheshitouttaeverybody's upper part blasts off in an
awesome explosion.
Me: Run! Run!
May 24, 1005:
The chaos is over. We have arrived at Doma Castle to receive
medals of glory. Yet I and my allies cannot stop wondering about
what happened to Mog. Wilt we have to deal with his evil again
soon?
At the Moogle plant:
Mog: Come on people! We need another 5 million Moogles NOW!
Moogle designers: We're going as fast as we can, Smithy!
Mog pulls off his mask.
Smithy: That's MOG to you, punk!
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To be continued?
The next
chapter in the tale of Dire Chaos....
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