Post by Kefka Hopeful on Aug 20, 2007 23:23:19 GMT -5
Rain. Rain rain rain rain RAIN! Kefka HATED rain!
Well, normally he did... but today he was staring down a small army from a nearby village.
Oh he was going to enjoy this rainstorm.
"Turn on the machine!" he yelled to one of his cohorts - a soldier standing beside an ingenius piece of magitechnology. As the switch was flipped, gears began to turn, sending a column of pure, unadulterated smog into the air. They fight for their homelands... their crops... all that they hold dear... How well then will they fight once all that is gone?
He looked up, and watched as the clouds slowly began to form. The water droplets in the stratosphere were clinging to the immense amount of smog being created by the machine... and the wind was blowing in just the right direction to send them right towards the village his army was laying seige to. "It's time to put this war to an end... and this entire village to the sword! Ohohohohoho!"
This plan was by no means going to take effect quickly. The rain would only start in a few more moments... as the billowing smog clouds danced over the army, blotting out the sun and overtaking the area in darkness. For a moment, he thought of the finer things in life. Fire, destruction, the end of everything.
Now now, there'd be time for that later. Best to do things one step at a time. He watched the rain beginning to fall... as the countless torrents poured down he found himself happily mulling over the fact that every puddle formed, every saturated piece of ground, every plant that drew water into its roots from the washing over... Gone. Ruined. Never to sprout again, not until the fields had been washed with blood and cleared countless more times.
The village was surrounded.
Their food source was broken.
All that was left was to say those last few words...
"Gentlemen!!"
He raised a small dagger high into the air... but then thought better of it, tossing the thing into the ground. "We wait!" In a few days's time... we'll wipe out what's left of that demoralized fleet!
Perhaps the rain wasn't so bad after all... at least not when he was its god. God... yes, that sounded about right. He looked the battlefield, and found himself laughing once more, quite enjoying the devistation to come.
Well, normally he did... but today he was staring down a small army from a nearby village.
Oh he was going to enjoy this rainstorm.
"Turn on the machine!" he yelled to one of his cohorts - a soldier standing beside an ingenius piece of magitechnology. As the switch was flipped, gears began to turn, sending a column of pure, unadulterated smog into the air. They fight for their homelands... their crops... all that they hold dear... How well then will they fight once all that is gone?
He looked up, and watched as the clouds slowly began to form. The water droplets in the stratosphere were clinging to the immense amount of smog being created by the machine... and the wind was blowing in just the right direction to send them right towards the village his army was laying seige to. "It's time to put this war to an end... and this entire village to the sword! Ohohohohoho!"
This plan was by no means going to take effect quickly. The rain would only start in a few more moments... as the billowing smog clouds danced over the army, blotting out the sun and overtaking the area in darkness. For a moment, he thought of the finer things in life. Fire, destruction, the end of everything.
Now now, there'd be time for that later. Best to do things one step at a time. He watched the rain beginning to fall... as the countless torrents poured down he found himself happily mulling over the fact that every puddle formed, every saturated piece of ground, every plant that drew water into its roots from the washing over... Gone. Ruined. Never to sprout again, not until the fields had been washed with blood and cleared countless more times.
The village was surrounded.
Their food source was broken.
All that was left was to say those last few words...
"Gentlemen!!"
He raised a small dagger high into the air... but then thought better of it, tossing the thing into the ground. "We wait!" In a few days's time... we'll wipe out what's left of that demoralized fleet!
Perhaps the rain wasn't so bad after all... at least not when he was its god. God... yes, that sounded about right. He looked the battlefield, and found himself laughing once more, quite enjoying the devistation to come.