Post by Asif on Oct 18, 2009 21:27:47 GMT -5
The stage is a black abyss, and there is a feeling of vast distance in every direction. It is impossible to know if you are walking, or falling. There is no sensation of air, there is no sensation of warmth or cold. There is no sensation at all. There are only the beings that inhabit this place on the edge of dream, the shapers of reality, granters of wishes and bringers of power. They are the Administration. You may meet them, if you wish, and speak to them, if you wish, but be careful what you wish for.[/center]It might just come true.
In this darkness, a person appears. He walks oddly, as if having a hard time keeping his balance, and he's grinning like an idiot, randomly bursting into laughter. He is obviously Al Bhed, because he has the classic spiral pupils, but these are weird. The spirals are larger, wider and more pronounced... and also spinning. Suddenly, his laughter begins to form cohesive words. "Ahaha! I am sooo high right now! Eehehe. Helloooohoohohooo!? Anybody hahahahere!? AHAAAAHAAHA!"
The Administration has taken notice of this wandering Al Bhed, and have directed their attention to him.WHAT IS YOUR WISH, MORTAL?
The Al Bhed thinks about this for some time. "I want a chocobo. A red one. A girl chocobo. Named Shandra. And I want her to be able to shoot fire. You got that? OH! And some cream. I'm dying for some cream right now."[/blockquote][/size]
