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The True Horrors of All Hallows' Eve "I have a buisiness proposition for-" "That's not enough." Piastol cut him off, raising her scythe. "Wait, wait! It'saboutstoppingperverts!" "Oh. So it's just a massive trap for me. Well, I'm listening, this should be good for a laugh." Piastol said, leaving her scythe a few inches from Edge's neck. "It's...ah...could...you move that?" "No." "...damnit, why couldn't I get anyone else to ask you?" Edge said, sighing and ignoring the now-against-his-neck scythe blade. "Look, okay, this is in my own best interests. I don't want to hear about Rydia getting groped by Zidane if I can talk her into...a certain outfit, okay? And it should be a lot easier if I can tell her Zidane's somewhere else. Also, I hate Zidane." "...Well, that's all true enough." Piastol said, finally moving the scythe. Sitting back in her seat, she shrugged. "So, what. I pay in all the effort, and you supply the idea?" "Yes?" "...Typical. So what's the idea? I can at least give you that much time." A short time later, Piastol was smiling. "You know, when you put your mind to not screwing everything up, Edge, you can be pretty useful. I've got certain...amendations...to the lists I'd like to make, but for the first time in ages, I don't feel like killing you." "So...you're not going to try to kill me any more?" Edge said, stunned. "What? I never figured you'd ever give up a vicious grudge against me that you started for no good re-..." Edge cut off as the scythe neared his neck again. "I still don't feel like killing you. But don't push it, okay?" Piastol said, still smiling slightly. --- "A contest?" Zidane said, eagerly. --- "And all of these people are invited?" Shana said. "But not Dart? Oh, no. I can't go without Dart. Can I?" She added worriedly. --- "And me? You mean they finally realize how magnificent I am!?" Sten said eagerly. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Franz said. "Why do they always give me the worst courier jobs?" He added under his breath, as he mounted Ruby and took off down the hallway. "Well, I've got a lot of people to give these to yet..." --- "Come one, come all, see the most horrific of sights, the most incredibly revolting visions of disgustingly mangled revulsion you'll ever lay eyes on! Admission is free, but you have to pay another 1000 to leave before five minutes are up!" "I thought they didn't let generic NPCs in here." Yuri said, looking at the crier. "Oh, they only use them for menial stuff. You know, things that involve saying the same things over and over again. Pretty much just this and telemarketing." Brey said. "So, your plan worked, eh, Edge?" "...damnit, I should have insisted on getting a cut of the profits. She'll make a fortune off this." Edge said, sighing. "Anyways, yeah. Convince the idiots they're coming to a great costume party, for free, with a large cash prize for the winner, then hold it in an arena." "And then bill it as a house of horrors." Yuri finished, nodding. "Yeah, we know. Come on, Rydia's probably waiting for you." "Thing is, she changed it. First off, she crammed any idiot she could find in there." Edge said dejectedly. "Second of all, she actually made it a contest with a cash prize. Said it wasn't nice to rip off morons or something like that. So, the worst looking one actually wins while thinking they're the best dressed. Third, she made everyone dress up as other duellers. And fourth, she made sexiness the highest supposed priority for determining who won." "...So you're depressed because she really improved on it?" Yuri said. "...damnit, I really should have thought of at least some of that, too..." Edge said, sighing, as he walked off to find Rydia. "At least I talked Rydia into wearing that costume, though." He added, smiling. --- And so, the ultimate costume contest has come down to these eight. Who will be the most horrifically ugly person to think he or she is the sexiest cosplayer alive? Only you, the unfortunate reader, can truly decide this, and may god have mercy upon your souls. |
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SageAcrin The skies opened up and an unholy rain of fire fell. Hell's skiing season had finally arrived. Zidane and Sten finally were successful with women for more than five minutes without horrific reprecussions. And, finally, the universe ended in a spectacular explosion. In it's place was a copy of Super Hydlide, for it had decided that this form was superior to the one it had formerly. All of this was so easily avoided. Only one thing needed to not be said. Thankfully, options exist, and not all universes had to end up like this one... --- "Brahne-MOS, this committe declares you the most se-...heheh...ahahahaha....haaaahahahahahaha, okay, I can't even say it to spare your feelings. Or for the sarcasm value." Piastol said, wiping away tears. "Brahne, you have been declared the most hideous person here. This was the actual contest. You win. And lose. The check's in the mail." Piastol finished, still laughing. "Ahhh, I haven't had this much fun in ages." --- Edge shuddered. "What's wrong?" Rydia said, smiling at Edge from within her...oddly scanty...Black Mage outfit. "I just got the feeling that something terrible...almost happened. Like someone calling Brahne sexy or Zidane awesome or something." Edge said, shivering again. "Has to be my imagination. No one would ever say anything like that." Edge finished, gulping down his punch. "Ever." Zidane: 8 Badrach: 15 Chu-Chu: 4 Brahne: 27 Shana: 5 Charmles: 6 Melbu Frahma: 6 Sten: 5 SuperSmash Master
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