Yeah, it was against the rules. I was naughty, I got a warning. Don't think you will get away with it if you try it!
Wait, so you're IwH? Isn't that against the rules? o.o
Just wanted to let you know, I got the joke about the hair before, I was just giving you crap. Sorry for befriending you as IwH and betraying your trust. You're a good guy and a good member. Please don't think less of the rest of the staff because of me. I doubt you do, but still. Anyhoo... Wuv, Yer Mom
In any case we can still be friends, pal. We just...can't agree on the biggest of issues.
Nah. I don't care if the moogle turns into a summon later on. She is no longer the same character at that point. Besides, Mog can do quad nine attacks all on his own at the end of the game; he can learn ultima. And I do the obliterating around here, son. That's just how it's done. I was elected by a special committee, who carefully considered all matters on the subject, and deemed me chief obliterator of TFF. Anyhoo... Wuv, Yer Mom
And as I die screaming, I yell "IT WAS WORTH IT!!!!" Oh, but your Mog is a dancer? *snicker* Have you forgotten what my Mog turns into later in FFIX? Let this remind you. Madeen (Just imagine you and VI are there instead of that dragon)
There is no running involved! Well, actually, I guess there is, occasionally... ...In fact, let's start out with you running. Running down a sidewalk suspended over a black void. Better not fall off, now! As you continue to run-and goodness knows where this thing ends-the sidewalk begins to become thinner! Now, you're walking a tightrope of concrete, and you can barely keep your balance! Oh shit, a gust of wind has blown you over! Now you're falling into the black abyss below... ...and falling, and falling... how far down does this pit of despair go, anyway?! I mean, seriously. Presently, your complaints of boredom are interrupted as a tiny white shape comes flying into view. It looks like a white bear, with little red wings and a ball coming off its head on a string... A moogle. But not just any moogle: this is Mog. Not that lame, whimpy Mog from FF9 who constantly hid in a little girl's shirt; no, this is the bad ass Mog from FF6 who did cool dances and stabbed at things with spears. He has a very smug look on his face as he flies to meet you. "You didn't know..." Mog says. "You didn't know... what was good for you. You were warned. Now, I'm gonna do a little dance," and somehow, though you both seem to be plummeting, he begins a strange dance as though he's currently on solid ground. This dance leads him around you in a circle at least once... and suddenly, it's getting very warm. Alarmingly warm. With a scream, you realize that a flame is breaking out from beneath your very skin. As you combust into a ball of flame, the last thing you hear is the moogle's victorious laugh. ...and you've been OBLITERATED. If you'd like to try it again, join the member elimination game this Summer. Anyhoo... Wuv, Yer Mom
Just lemme know when I should start running. *leaves to take a nap*
Your end will come soon. I don't have time right now, but rest assured... SOON.
Hm, so those are my options......I've had a good run anyway, so I'm just going to say "BRING IT!"
You know you must be destroyed for this, right? Unless you repent, I'm afraid I will have obliterate you from existence. You don't think I can do it? Well don't be fooled. I have my ways... Anyhoo... Wuv, Yer Mom
