 | Friday already!?
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 | This week flew by faster than Odin's chance at a championship.
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 | Hey!
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 | Oh, suck it up, mop-boy. At least you had a decent shot.
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| Robots! Why must robots immune magic!
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| Something about not believing in god or something.
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| Atheism gives you magical powers. Remember that, kids!
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 | Thanks, Dawkins, but let's stick to the things that make BtS great! Such as: Deep Dark RPG Character Secrets!
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 | I...I..my hair..really isn't silver. Oh god, I'm so ashamed....
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| Hidden personality traits!
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 | I'm a furry.
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| That's not really a sec-
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| And all the Odin Abuse you can stomach!
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| Not again.
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 | Tea party time!
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 | Let's go!
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 | TEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA!
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| Oh God. I mean, Oh Meeeeeeee!
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| Back on track.
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 | Well done. I can't imagine you can be convinced to start the show, now?
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| I'm still waiting for a real hidden personality trait.
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 | Hello!
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| I still don't g-
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| YOUR MOTHER COSPLAYS VAYNARD IN HELL!
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| What the hell was..?
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| Don't ask, Gilgamesh. Just...don't ask.
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| *ahem*
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| ....uhhhh..Hello, Dear Readers! I, Chisato Madison, and the usual crew of Behind the Scenes are here to provide you with in-depth discussion of Week 4's matches! We're almost done with Season 38, and competition is as high as ever. With us now are Piastol and Emelious.
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 | Haha! Looks like a another easy win for me.
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 | Yeah? We'll see in the arena.
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| No love lost between you two, I see. Thoughts on the match?
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| Tempest Dance. Next!
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| With XORN, can you really expect to defeat me? I, who nearly destroyed the world? You can't dare get past me and the pain I've suffered?
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| Pain? My entire family was killed in a pirate attack. Top that.
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| Well, I had to speak to the Guardians even though I didn't want too, and..uhh..I felt really 'incomplete' for some reason. Also, I...uh...
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| Yeah, I can feel for you there. Having a privleged position as the translator to the rulers of the world. Must be harsh.
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| Did I mention that I'm related to Alfina? Can you imagine the love and friendship speeches?
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| It's not like Vyse and co. weren't afraid to get all goody-goody either.
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| Yeah, but that was back when somebody might actually care.
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| No, nobody ever cared what RPG characters thought. Ever.
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| I...I have half a tatoo on my hand?
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| Okay, that's about enough of that. Away with you!
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| Hey! Let me go! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?
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| This tea is simply Fabulous!
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| Tee-hee!
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| Oh, no.
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| Oookay. Tidus? Geddoe?
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 | It's been awhile since I've competed so competitively. Heh. Competed so competitively. Man, I feel funny. Maybe I better tell Wakka to tone down the Blitzbong a little.
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 | Chisato.
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| Hi, guys. Geddoe, Tidus is no slouch. How are you going to deal with his speed and ability to shut down parts of your offense?
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| Well, I'll just have to fall back on my trusty sword. I'm sure in a straight-on swordfight I can hold my own. Though if he shows up like this he might wander out of the arena on his own. I can only hope.
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| Wow, man. Wow. That is like...like....hey, Chisato. How are you? I seem to be a little lost. You look awfully fuzzy for some reason. Have you been shaving lately? Can I sit here awhile? I feel kinda weird.
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| ....the match, Tidus?
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| That eye-patched talking cactus seems pretty cool. I bet I can just stab him in his glowing weak-point three times. And then collect all the golden coins. I can probably Quick Hit him to death before he does anything notable. Will this be on the exam? Wait-Are you gonna eat that octopus?
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| Hey! Hands off the merchandise!
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| Not again!
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| What did I ever do to you, Cannabis!?
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| You're like a bag of Cheetos to them.
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| While Gil and Ultros fight off the inebriated Tidus, why don't we have a nice chat with our Middles, Garr and Silmeria?
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 | Nice to be here.
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 | Not bad for my first season, eh?
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| Garr, how does it feel to be going up against a goddess?
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| Eh, I'm not too worried. My Swordian and I can easily take anything she shoots our way, and she won't last long once I get into range. She can't back away forever.
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| Or can I? I can run around and charge up AP all I like. Let's see you take on my Soul Crush once I chip you down enough.
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| Eh. I'm not too worried. You're like the Diet Coke of the Valkyrie sisters anyway.
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| How dare you!
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| Still here? Shouldn't you be off possesssing young girls or getting captured by nerdcromancers right now?
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| He does kinda have a point.
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| Screw you guys! I'm getting Lenneth and then you'll pay! YOU'LL ALL PAY!
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| If I know Lenneth, and I don't, she'll probably be busy sucking face with Lucian to bother coming after us.
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| Better hurry this up just in case.
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| Good idea. Lights this week are Cid and Viki!
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 | Hahahah! Not too shabby for an old man like myself.
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 | I'm Viki!
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| You sure are.
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| It'd be almost a shame to fight a pretty young girl like you. But, rules is rules. Your teleport magic can only help you so much, and there's no way you're getting past MY durability!
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| I have no idea what you're talking about, but-Huh? My Viki senses are tingling.
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| ...?
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| Whenever young, effeminate men are building an army to overthrow an evil empire, cosmic forces shall draw me near. I need to go.
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| Chicken!
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| I'm not a chicken! I'm Viki! Now, to teleport myself out of here. I'm sure it will work correctly this time. Yes.
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| For some reason I am skeptical.
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| Bah! Just like a youngster to run away. Well, more time to build another airship. Needs more propellers. All over the place. Especially in windows. No room for a bathroom, though. Need the space for my Who Needs High School Physics Engine Mach III. If you'll excuse me.
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| Well, that was anti-climatic.
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| Just not the same without violence.
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| Or threats of violence.
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| A show's a show. Who cares?
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| Well, now what are we gon-
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 | THEY SAID WHAT!!?!?!?!?
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| ...Crap.
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| I'm outta here! This is Chisato, signing off! RUN! |
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