0015; Audio; No One Likes Exdeath; Kefka vs Larxene Part ?; Cliff Punting Himself; Ripping Songs Off
[The first noise is that of crumbling, a low rumble like a building falling apart. This is because it is the sound of a building falling apart. The Black Mage Guild, to be precise. Second is static. Third is a low hiss of wind like a snake's curse and fourth is more static. As for fifth:]
--mmit!
[The journal whines as footsteps echo, running, and then a sound like boots scraping on pavement
and then a slam as someone lands on stone. The wind is louder now, almost like a million screams.]
I'm never going to get this dust out of my hair! And my bag is ruined! Ruined!!
[More footsteps. Kefka's journal is as unreliable as before, having starting audio with a good smack of part of the falling building.]
Why didn't I think of this before? I had all the facts laid out for me...a catalyzing list of events. It's not all laid out like it was before, bits and bytes and battering rams. And maybe it'll stick this time. Ninety-five for a horrible death, four for insanity and one for making it out of this place through the Underworld.
I wonder when I'll get back? If nothing else, suicides become undead. Or trees. I can't come back as a tree! Whoever heard of an all-powerful tree magi?! That makes no sense! I'll just have to kick through the ice at the bottom until I pierce the heavens!
[The wind is overpowering now. There is silence for a long moment before Kefka laughs staccato.]
Wohohohohoho! Might as well go out with a bang, shouldn't I? For an audience of the dead, a last performance before I find the way out!
[And there's a crackle of magic as he starts to sing badly.]
I can't decide
Whether I should live or die
Oh, I'll probably go to heaven
I know they won't go out to cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
The magic made it petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
I'm going for a ride
to die
[And then there's nothing on his journal but static.]
--mmit!
[The journal whines as footsteps echo, running, and then a sound like boots scraping on pavement
and then a slam as someone lands on stone. The wind is louder now, almost like a million screams.]
I'm never going to get this dust out of my hair! And my bag is ruined! Ruined!!
[More footsteps. Kefka's journal is as unreliable as before, having starting audio with a good smack of part of the falling building.]
Why didn't I think of this before? I had all the facts laid out for me...a catalyzing list of events. It's not all laid out like it was before, bits and bytes and battering rams. And maybe it'll stick this time. Ninety-five for a horrible death, four for insanity and one for making it out of this place through the Underworld.
I wonder when I'll get back? If nothing else, suicides become undead. Or trees. I can't come back as a tree! Whoever heard of an all-powerful tree magi?! That makes no sense! I'll just have to kick through the ice at the bottom until I pierce the heavens!
[The wind is overpowering now. There is silence for a long moment before Kefka laughs staccato.]
Wohohohohoho! Might as well go out with a bang, shouldn't I? For an audience of the dead, a last performance before I find the way out!
[And there's a crackle of magic as he starts to sing badly.]
I can't decide
Whether I should live or die
Oh, I'll probably go to heaven
I know they won't go out to cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
The magic made it petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
I'm going for a ride
to die
[And then there's nothing on his journal but static.]