the_deathangel

I have ascertained a position at the Tantalus Temp Agency. My co-workers are something to be despised however, as they consist of some ex-bandit friends of my pathetic little brother, an octopus, and some butch looking man. None of them possess a very high intellect, in fact I'm fairly sure the octopus was granted its ability of speech in a freak magic accident as there's no way something of such low intellect could possibly possess the art of language otherwise.

At any rate, my work is as dismal and depressing as ever. I'm hardly back here and already regretting it. Its time I begin my tale I think.

If you all can remember, (though I doubt any of you actually possess the mental capacity to recall the events of a time only so recently passed) I was last at the mall so register my Terrans for the tournament. Shortly after, I vanished. My presence was quite lacking previous to this as well, following the xenoc episode. I thought I had finally gained control over the xenocs when I was mysteriously poisoned. I'm not sure how, but I have no doubts that whomever it was, they were a master of deception. I have my suspicions that it was a follower of NORG. Unfortunately for them, I did not die. I willed myself to move forward and made a full recovery in short time; just in time for the tournament in fact.

Anyhow, I registered for the tournament, but after my team showed little promise, I declared them a failure. In fact, I began to consider my own successes as being short in supply. That's when I decided... I am a true master of the black arts, I am the sole possessor of a spell that uses the very souls of the departed to annihilate my enemies. My will is omnipotent, capable of forcing a weak, poisoned body to health, even if that weak body is the one that houses my will. In conclusion, this chaotic world is nothing I can't handle. I summoned forth the nova dragon Shinryu and with him, departed for the Chaos Rim, and what lies beyond. My memory is actually rather fuzzy, I cannot recall if I had gone so far from mallboro in the past, but I can be sure that whatever lay beyond has changed so entirely that I did not recognize it.

And that is all that you shall hear of my story for now, for it is a long tale indeed and I have already described much of my prologue. Look forward to my future posts, for they will be mind-obliteratingly interesting, I can guarantee you.

Ah, to breathe fresh air once again! Who I am kidding... the air around this place is thick and stifling as usual. I can barely breathe without feeling like little shards of glass are piercing my trachea. Still, its better than the air where I was. Care to know where I've been all this time? Oh, I do wonder if I should say so, after all it was quite an enlightening journey. Though, from what I can tell, this place has seen quite some enlightenment of its own. They say Chaos has practically taken over the world, can't say I'm surprised, though I will say I'm quite disappointed in him. How dare he wretch my throne from me! All the world should know that this world is rightfully mine, I just need to claim it... I will say my most recent attempts at claiming it have been rather... interesting, but I have quite the plan now. I've spent my absence chiseling it into absolute perfection, there's nothing that can go wrong. All will proceed according to the play of my conquest that I have so beautifully wrought, or so help me I shall birth a new meaning to the word annihilation.

For now however, it would appear I must find myself yet another job... I wonder now, how many have I worked in my time here? It all seems so pointless to me. Why work some crappy job dealing with the mindless masses when the bulk of us are so powerful our strength rivals that of the gods! Then again, I suppose even gods must start somewhere. Once cannot simply will ambition into fruition, one must take certain... steps to ascertain one's goals. It would appear mine just happen to have me working at some store as I lay in wait for my time to strike.


Ah yes, I did tantalize your brains with thoughts of my journey of enlightenment did I not? It truly is a shame I don't feel quite up to chronicling my journey at this juncture. Though I would hope that you make note of my thrilling would-be tale. If you keep it at the back of your feeble mind it would be made all the more intriguing for you when I do finally feel well enough to go into detail.

To answer my rhetorical question, no, I doubt any of you did. Not like I'd care if you didn't, or did, or whatever the hell I would want to care about as far as foreign care sources go. Now where was I? Ah, yes, I'm registering my Terrans for the tournament. What, you didn't know I knew there was one? I could've known this whole time. Not that you'd know. Or care. Not that I'd care if you cared.... But yes. I'm registering them. To the damned with them if they don't know it themselves, and I'll have have to give them a good ultima to the face if they switched teams, but as far as I'm concerned, they're playing. For me. Because I damn well want them to. Now there ain't no one who's going to complain, see? Because I'm back. And if anyone disagrees.... they can get a good ultima upside down their head.

Now if you'll excuse me, not that I need be excused from the likes of any of you, but only that I wish to formally excuse myself, I have rest to ascertain. I am in dire need of it, as I'm sure you can't tell, since you all have utterly feeble and insignificant minds, equivalent only to the sarcophagus of a mentally ill monkey thing. Yes, I said the sarcophagus of a mentally ill monkey thing, you wanna fight about it? I thought not. Because I am great and you are not, you wouldn't win if did fight, but you don't know that, that's for me to know and you to find out. But since I would never dare fight as meek and dismal a creature as yourself, you're never to find out, so you can just rot in bed at night wondering this to yourself with the mind of a retarded innatamate object, or something along the lines of that.

I'm going to sleep.

I truly love space, its so empty and forbidding. It makes you feel like you're utterly insignificant. If you're not me of course! Mwuahaha! So cold and merciless, the vacuum of space is truly an admirable place for murder... And there's the xenocs! aliens! Mwuahaha! Maybe I can bring them under my control... I'm a mage you know... I can produce light! I'll simply manipulate their savage and inferior minds with fear and they will be under my command! To kill any I so please!

I miss absolute power and aspirations of domination. The Sphere Theatre has been dreadfully drol these last few weeks... hardly anything worth mentioning.

I rather think I'll enjoy space. If any of you daft half-wits attempt to bring us down to the ground, I'll be sure to make quick work of you. I am not bluffing, it doesn't take much to knock you into a camera's way, and after that, I'm sure I could convince a xenoc or two to feast upon your flesh before returning to the darkness.

( Private )

Irvine, remind me to give you a good punch in the face later. Actually, I think now is appropriate. To battle! We will crush those pathetic Drags... and if anybody doesn't like the idea, you can say hello to my newly resurrected dragon! I'm lucky I got back in time that enough phoenix downs managed to heal him. Unfortunately, in my mad dash to obtain phoenix downs, I was transformed into a moog... however now that I am one, I find this quite exhilarating! I however do not like the idea that my gang attempts to solve all things with violence only. I 'm all for violence, but I prefer magical violence. Its funner to watch, and there's more blood. Also, I'm better at magical violence...

TO BATTLE!! Jecht, I don't care if you're on my side, but if that anti-magic period blood sword of yours sucks up any of my magic, you'll get a good kick in the face from my dragon. And I know how you hate Ruby Dragons.

I'll become a gang member the day I dye my hair pink and wear and ^&%#ing tutu! If anyone tries to convert me, they can say hello to Rutilus, my dragon.

Besides, a bandana would would absolutely dreadful to my hair, it takes quite the time away from my mornings to get it the way I like it, I'm not messing it up with a bandana goddammit!

Well after my little massacre of the gang members the other day, they seem to have stopped messing with me, but they're pretty damn stupid, I very much doubt they'll remember that I killed a bunch of them and then try to recruit me again.

In other news, Zidane, I'm removing your position as Projectionist and giving you Concessions. Using "What's That!?" In the middle of a horror movie is not appropriate (though I will admit, quick hilarious and quite my style). Lucrecia, you seemed to want that position, so its all yours, congratulations.

Stupid gang members tried to recruit me, I dodged their ray. To be honest, it moved rather slow. After I dodged their ray, I just lured them outside leading them to believe they could recruit me, then I had my dragon Rutilus arrive and bite their heads off! Mwuahahah! I love having a dragon, its so convenient to kill somebody. If anybody asks, it was a freak monster attack! Genius. Besides, I hear Rusty has been tainted and become a Drac, I very much doubt he would mind a dragon attacking rival gang members! Mwuahaha.... I'm a genius.