[ There's always a poignant sort of feeling when Kefka shows up; maybe it's dread, maybe it's terror, or maybe it's just the feeling that someone's about to bother you to great extents by just being really irritating. A broad spectrum of negativity, ranging from mild annoyance to oshit it's him. He sat up within the center of the floor in the main ( Read more... )

[Masked voice, as usual for all you lookers out there. Oh, and because Zelman went ahead and torched the page, Kefka wound up furiously rewriting it, this time in the blood of some poor villager that did nothing to anyone]

Oh yooooohoooo, the good, but not all that great, doctor Cabot! Paging Doctor Caaaaabot ( Read more... )

( [The World that is Paradisa] )

( [Private] )

[So, in town, there is a villager that is walking around...check that. Skipping. He's roughly seven feet tall, built like an ox that's built like five oxen, with a beard that could probably house an entire species of woodland creatures ( Read more... )

So, who's up for a few dead baby jokes, hmmm? Oh, they are just so funny.

Should I start? Oh, but I didn't prepare any material. Well, let's see here. Ah, I have an oldie but a goodie.

How many DEAD BABIES does it take to screw in a light bulb? It doesn't matter cause they're all DEAD! Uweeheeheehee!Okay, worms. It's your turn. Go on, amuse me. ( Read more... )

Ugh! So many children now! I hate children. I hate hate hate children.

Come on, mommies and daddies. Do the right thing and DROWN THEM IN THE TUB! That is exactly what this festering filth hole needs. More baby drowning! Fun for the whole family! Mom or, as more the case, Dad One can hold the kid under, and Dad(2) can video tape it ( Read more... )

[...Some fumbling about and mumbling, and then some stomping and growling. Then a page is soundly ripped.]What a lovely library you have in this place. So many books. So many things to help start fires. Oh, a pity they just don't catch like human flesh does. Or burn nearly as well. But when in Narshe ( Read more... )

Oh my, what a splendid little room in a splendid little castle I've found. Such nice drapes, such well fashioned carpetry, a talking book, ooh how I've always wanted one of these, and these furry little mongrels just make the most excellent candles. It's almost a DREAM!

Oh, but there is a single itsy bitsy thing that is wrong with all of this.

I ( Read more... )

[The handwriting is distinctive and loopy.]

Why, welcome, all. I don't know what this place is, but let me just say that I'm absolutely delighted to be here. Hehehe!

[A brief pause.]

I'm sure you're all...dying to meet me.