"Vanille: Come on! (slaps Hope's cheek) We have to move!"
What the
young prince/M'anus wanted was some ears. He needes ears and eyes, for the message he was crafting
deep inside his castle of deception. Unfortunately the young prince/M'anus had to learn that the powerful corporation that is trailing him was already part of The Bore/Alexandria before he even joined. The claws of the
Mafiossi/bork laser were bigger than he thought. No potions. No summons.
Nobody able to fill that hole in the wall that is his mind.
I want you people/L'Cie look at this.
Paola knows. She knows everything; she and her
Mafiossi friend/Ifrit are much worse than you people think. The young prince knew that and in order to spread thou holy word he had an idea:
The Bore = GAF-Spinoff forum = GAF is for nerds = nerds like games = I can't program games though = An ARG
Unfortunately the young prince's ARG didn't have the success he was
ing for. People didn't see the very often mentioned ARG as a alternate-reality game but as an 'ARG!', the sound drunk pirates make when mermaids bite off their dicks and swim away.
Cocoon is caught in the grip of a Pulse-born Terror. These Pulse l'Cie threaten our very way of life. They must be eliminated. Over and out.
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The Mafiossi win. Again. All that is left is a heart filled with despair. When will the crown rise again? When will the people/L'Cie listen? He was fighting for time, because of the time system in Returns, but now he is out of time.
Until HE rises again.
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