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Hey guys, I've got a bit of a problem here. So I was in a club the other night playing a game of cards against this guy in a black coat. I was starting to win when he proclaimed what I'd done was "impossible!" called me a cheat and threw a pair of dice at me and geezeus christ that hurt! I was literally sent flying over the bar and crashed into all of the liquor and on the floor. Feeling like crap I looked up and grogily asked the bartender as nicely as I could muster if I may have a lil' somethin' somethin' to help ease the pain, hopin' for a nice stiff drink to drown out the pain.

Well she must've taken it the wrong way or thought I was tryin' to look up her skirt or something of the sort because she gave the loudest shriek I ever did hear. Then all of the sudden, straight out of the blue, this big burly black guy with a freakin' machine gun graphted directly on his arm comes from out and starts chasing me! As you can imagine this was one of the scariest things I ever did see, so I ran as fast as I could, as if my life depended on it, because it most likely did. Machine guns are rather fatal 'n all y'know.

While I running fast as I could and losing sight of this black dude who was pretty slow, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going. So here I was I bumping into everything and everyone. Including this guy in blue robes and a straw hat. He shouted out "Hey! Watch where you're going!" and immediately thereafter my hair inexplicitly catches on Fire. I try askin' this guy who's chatting up a storm with this purple haired person, offering him all of my money assuming he's a Ninja for hire 'cause he was wearing a mask over the lower half of his face. That's a pretty good way to tell if somebody's a ninja, right?

Well apparently not because now he looks at me like he'd never seen a guy with his hair on fire and shouted "Rubicant! I'll get you for what you've done!" and I wonder who in the heck he's talking to when I feel like I'm hit by a title wave. Thankfully this puts out the fire and I tell him 'thanks' but he brandishes his swords for seemingly no reason and wouldn't it be just my luck, but the black guy caught up with me and he was looking a fair bit rather more determined, a fair bit more hyper and his machine gun started whirling up like he'd just had it up to here with me. He was obviously at his limit.

So here I am between a rock and a hard place, about to be shot when suddenly, thank god, the purple haired person takes out the ninja from behind. This allows me me just enough room to jump out of the way of the incoming stream of bullets. With the ninja writhing on the floor in pain and the machine gun man reloading his bullets, I figure I have just enough time to be polite and potentially gain a powerful ally. So I say "Thank you sir..." and before I could get another word out of my mouth, they rather incredulously reply in a rather agitated tone "I'm a girl!" and proceeded to apply her fist directly to my face

Thankfully I was near enough to the door that I can dash out of this neon lit club, rather unfittingly named "Final Fantasy." Yeah, sure, the place may be final but it sure ain't a fantasy. More like a final resting place if you ask me. Anyway I turn the corner and see a huge long line of loosely spaced people running out the door in this ridiculously synchronized manner going the opposite way. Feeling rather relieved, I say "Yeah!" somewhat under my breath and pump my fist. Trumpets play and I start heading home.

Well you'd think that'd be the end of it but it certainly wasn't. I had the misfortune of seeing this girl in a yellow dress and her cowboy lover walking down the lamp post lit street. They appeared to be talking about going to the bar I just got out of. I try to nonchalantly walk by but the girl sees the neon lit lights of the establishment I'd just walked out of and shouts out the most energetic "Yeah!" I ever did hear "It's time to have some fun!" and strikes a rather happy pose just as she's passing by me, accidentally whacking me in the face. Just about out of endurance, I fall down panting, just about out of breath. She rushes up to me and apologizes, stating something to the effect that she just doesn't know her own strength sometimes.

Unfortunately during this time the murderous trailer of people I thought I'd just escaped from catches up to me. I ask them "How did you find me! I thought you guys ran the opposite way!" The guy I was initially playing cards with that started all of this replies, "We heard the trumpets. They were rather quite loud, gave you straight away." So I stare up at him, begging pleading "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything if you just don't hurt me," He then looked down upon me and said "Perhaps I won't, I'm a somewhat reasonable man. I'll tell ya what, I like to gamble so let's take this coin and allow it to decide your fate. Heads and you're screwed, tails and I'll let ya go.

And now I'm stuck in a cage being mutilated and tortured! I dunno what to do or how long I've got left! Help!

To make a long story short, I got owned.

This post has been edited by Tonepoet on 7th September 2010 02:50

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Role reversal at its finest.

Haha. Nice.

Beautiful working in of all those characters.

I wasn't aware what this was until I saw that line at the bottom. I enjoyed the effect of that afterthought-realization.

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