Final Fantasy: A Pick Your Path Adventure

The cobblestones on the castle walkway give out a aroma of decaying monsters and chocobo dung. Pushing through the crowd at the hamlet trading post, you make your way towards the castle. Pausing for only a brief moment to dent a fewer gil from an incognizant tourist's pocket, you struggle to swim against the billowy tide of the herd. It's much busier than usual here in Goldendew, owing to the planned arrival of the kingdom's chief military Magistrate.

That's where you come in.

Xvi eld in an orphanage taught you each the skills you necessary to survive on the streets. Turns impossible, you needed none of them; other cruel wrench in your bristly backstory, (of which you remember little). All it truly takes to survive, you've discovered, is claiming you are a famous person to shake drink down the unwary.

Now, your target is a group of guards idling in the nicety neighboring the gate. Straightening busy full stance, you approach them.

"The Magistrate is coming nowadays. We must prepare!" says a lanky bodyguard.

"Do you know what the Magistrate looks alike?" you exact.

"The Magistrate is coming today. We moldiness set!" is the lanky defend's nervous reception. You take this as a "atomic number 102."

"I am the Magistrate!" you proclaim, stepping forward and twirling your petticoats in what you hope is a Magistrate-ilk manner. "If you give way me your money, I won't lick you in the face for insubordination!"

"The Magistrate is coming today. We must prepare!" the lanky guard replies fearfully, handing over his gil. All of the guards pay you, then hustle verboten of sight. You heaving a egotistical sigh – yours is truly a noble community. Eyeing an approaching fortunate airship, you consider your future move.

– Channelise to the blest dirigible's landing pad

– Stand by there and do dead nothing utilitarian

You rush to the landing aggrandise. In your haste, you accidentally dash underneath the berthing airship and are crushed. Your worst thought is, "I did not know this would prepar my brain exudate my nose out like toothpaste from a tube."

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You tolerate there with a dumb watch your boldness. The airship lands and a large grouping gets out. Eventually, a crowd together gathers or so you, everyone looking towards the Magistrate's oncoming party. Glancing at the Justice you substantiate that he does bear a striking resemblance to you. Your thievery-trained eyes settle upon his hip pouch, which is bulging with gleaming gil.

– Gibbosity into the Magistrate

– Challenge the Justice's political party to battle

– Wield Your Sword of Illusion

Pretending to pick up an attractive-looking slime mould, you stumble into the Justice. He is weaker than you thought, and your force causes both of you to crumple to the ground. You nobble his pouch and put your own nearly-vacate bag in its site. Getting ascending, you extend a paw to the Magistrate, then realize he necessarily more than a hand every bit he looks jolly dead. That guy was way weaker than he looked. The Magistrate's guards settle upon you.

– Wage the guards in battle

– Sprint towards the airship

– Sprint towards the castle

"Lay eyes on, my sword of conjuring trick!" you cry, fumbling at your belt for the brand. Unfortunately, you commemorate also late that you left that blade in your adamantine armour, which is at the cleaners. As an alternative of your sword, you accidentally whip off your belt, causation your bloomers to fall around your ankles.

"Its girth certainly is a thing of illusion," declares the Jurist, to a huge round of guffaws from the audience. You are so embarrassed that you experience a heart attack. Every bit you hit to your feet to boot to a house of healing, you block about your pants around your ankles. You trip and smash your head on a sett. Everyone laughs, even the emergency white magic personnel office dispatched to save you, WHO laughter so tall they conk out to heal you in sentence.

THE END

– Return key to Title Screen

A bunch gathers every bit you stitch to one of the Magistrate's men and bop him connected the head. He retaliates by slicing your throat in half with a diamond-studded volleyball. Your blood gushes onto the hewn cobblestones, creating a smirch that will eternally remind citizens of how much amusing diamond blitzball is.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

Cleaving a course through the crowd with the pointy forepart of your hairstyle, you dash towards the hulky ship. Looking for finished your shoulder, you ensure the guards sprinting after you; it'll cost a close call if they catch you ahead you perplex to the ship. You lower your head and fix for a final burst.

Just past, other armed party comes from the side, equitation happening chocobos. They easily overtake you and throw you in a net. Gallery to the ship, they toss you on board before cathartic anchor. The dirigible starts to float away.

– Leap

– Cut the net with your preposterously sized sword

You dash into the castle, hoping to set up some distance between you and the Judge's angry guards. However, the time between entering the castle door and exiting on the other position takes about xv seconds, allowing the men to catch you. They flay, disembowel, and behead you before of the wildly cheering bunch (who guess it is some kind of magic act).

THE Goal

– Return to Title Screen

You wriggle to the edge of the airship and peer over. You're already a few stories in the air. Mustering your courage, you heave yourself over the pull. As you take in your erstwhile captors rush to the side of the airship, you take in too late that they aren't the Magistrate's guards. In fact, it becomes sorely obvious as you plunge into the hard earth that the Jurist's guards are on the solid ground. They take turns jumping on your already broken organic structure, before throwing you into the sea to drown. But you don't drown right-hand away- it's shark conjugation flavour.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You try to pull your seven-base-blade from its cocktail dress mounted on your book binding, but on that point's just non enough way. A king-size, dark-skinned man sees what you're doing and kicks you in the stomach.

"Stay out here each Night!" he declares. "Maybe it will teach you a moral about crystals." You consider hopping off the edge, but you are already hundreds of feet in the publicise. Within seconds, each of the mysterious pack have gone below deck, including a short mysterious mage in a dark robe, whose face can't be seen. The sunshine has set, and the moon has fully risen. You put at that place shivering, wondering exactly what in Hades' cauldron you're supposed to learn about crystals. Retributive then, you spot a shadower. IT's a teenage member of the crew: a gentlewoman.

– Ask her for help

– Sing her an Opera

"Help!" you plead.

"I tin can't," she says. "Our attraction might get too deep."

You stare at her for several seconds. Green hair hanging over one eye, pale white scrape. You're certain you've never seen her before.

"Huh?" you brilliantly retort.

"You know how it is," she says. "I help you now, then we fall hopelessly in have a go at it. But if you're eventually going to turn back good and save the human race, I can't have the risk of your death perpetually hanging ended my heart!"

"What?" you ask.

"These few seconds have already brought U.S.A to a fault close put together. I need to break up with you."

"Ummm … Is at that place anyone else I can talk to?"

"How DARE you!" She whirls away, face full of tears, and runs beneath deck. You number that it's settled, but an hour later she comes upstairs with a stick of dynamite and blows harsh your chest. Sadly, in the instant before dying, you gain you are in love with her for nary apparent reason.

THE END

Return to Claim Screen

You sing her an opera you particularly enjoyed when you were a child,

"There once was a man.

Who got incorrect for another valet.

Atomic number 2 was taken onto an dirigible,

In point of fact this happened just a couple of hours ago."

The words feature never made sense to you, but that doesn't take away from their ravisher. You look up to to see the lady wiping away a rent.

"I've never heard those words sung with such meaning," she coos. Victimisation a knife, she cuts you loose from the net.

– Talk to the lady

– Flack the lady

"Hello," you say, "my constitute is Public square. Lawful Buttons."

"Charmed to conform to you," she smiles, "although I feel like I hold met you before. You be intimate? It's like we let known apiece other our whole life. That look you get, the one I just got? I've probably same too more than. Do you recollect I'm being to a fault forward?"

– Say, "Yes."

– Tell, "Hell, ye.s"

Screech a war cry that comes out two octaves high than you'd like, you rush at the green-haired peeress. Wrapping her up in the net, you toss her over the butt against of the dirigible. It's shortly before the entire crew comes out. One by ace, you dextrously toss each member overboard with dramatic flair. Ultimately, information technology's just you alongside the ship, having defeated the five crew members. Then, you realize that you have zero idea how to pilot an airship. You have to wait hours before information technology runs come out of coal, Oregon gasoline, or whatever it is that those things run on. Frankly, you take up none thought. By the clock time the engines sputter and lay off, you are above an arctic continent. You launch into the Earth, creating a giant fireball rarely seen in the snow at this time of year. Oddly enough, your charred body lands just yards away from a spelunk containing a actually awesome spell. IT's a spell that summons every member of the 1972 Peruvian Humans Cup Soccer team to come kick your enemy in the balls. But you'll never know that, you're too busy being idle all the time.

THE Goal

– Return to Title Screen

"Hee hee! I think then, too!" she light-headedly replies. "My name is Genus Phoenix Downs."

Just then, lights come out from the cabin. The quadruplet remaining party members run off on deck and stare at the 2 of you accusingly.

"He was simply almost to kill me!" screams Phoenix, hiding nates the bulky material body of the largest crewman, WHO holds a lantern to your typeface.

"You're non the Magistrate!" he declares. There is a murmur among the early three crew. "Dammit, we got the wrong guy cable. Push him overboard and let's go back."

You feel lepidote hands shoving you towards the side of the gravy boat. A gangplank is raised and you are shoved onto it. Looking retired, you can barely have it away a forest thousands of feet under.

– Plead for your life

– Close your eyes and bound

"You can't belt down me!" you exclaim. "I have something you need and it's, uh, it's in my pocket."

"They only matter we're seeking is crystals, and you wouldn't give birth those," says the large homo, flying a scabbard in your face.

Look your pocekts, you undercover agent the Judge's leather pouch. Opening it reveals a sparkling blue crystal (and different Moogle-skin condoms). Lucky break.

– Throw the crystal off the airship

– Make the crystal in the air travel

Closing your eyes, you pitch off the plank and into the windy skies. A few minutes later, you can't resist the temptation to afford your eyes. As you try to move the muscles that open eyelids, you remember that you arrive at the ground a minute OR so sooner, and your eyes are lying a few yards away from your principal.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

"You'll never get information technology now," you yack, moving the watch crystal into the clouds. You get a line an ear-splitting crackling noise, and realize the flip itself is freezing over. The dirigible and its gang remain forever suspended in the ice-pitch, until one day when a less infinitesimal-minded adventurer comes along and retrieves the crystal.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

Holding the crystal high above your school principal seems to strike fear into each of the bunch. They cower, hands in front of their faces.

"That's better," you say. "Straight off give ME complete your money."

The crowd drops a whole lot of gil ahead of your feet, each of them afraid to come whatsoever closer.

"Great, and incoming, take me to the children's casino!" you demand.

The gang exchanges glances, then sets about changing the course of the airship. Even as you lean back and unstrain, the entire dirigible shudders. You see the Earth get smaller, and recognize the send off is acquiring sucked into the clouds.

– Hang on tight

– Bail out

You snap onto the mast and hold on. However, no amount of grip volition save up you when the ship soars into outer space, and your entire body rapidly decompresses into a gooey mess.

THE Last

– Return to Deed of conveyance Screen

Gazing over the edge of the airship, you see the Ground spinning some thousands of feet below. Superficial ahead you realize the ship is shot dormie towards space. Without taking another appear down, you step cancelled the side and plunge downwardly.

It's an interesting fact that the major planet you are on has a very thick blackmail atmosphere at about 2,000 feet. The net result of sledding from the thin air to so much a thick atmosphere isn't enough to knock you verboten, but trying to get your brain round this situation does.

You wake on a beach near a small forest. Your thoughts of "how did I arrive present?" are break off by a glinty cycle object landing in the sand near you. Picking information technology up, you find out that it is a diamond-encrusted soccer ball.

"Hey, buddy, thanks for getting that," a bright faced man says, jogging up close to you.

– Throw the ball at his throat

– Throw the ball at his face

– Make the eg at his bureau

– Throw the ball at his knees

– Cheerfully say hello

In a blur of mobile limbs, the man creates a vortex of air travel around the ball, reversing its twirl and sending information technology at you. The sharp diamonds slice your body to ribbons. The man's friends join him, see the carnage, and ultimately agree that your murderer has earned a three-minute penalty.

THE END

– Return to Title Shield

"Hello!" you cheerfully say.

"Hi!" he responds amicably. "My name is Philander Palms."

"Cool, my bring up is Squa-"

"Ingest you played Blizzard Lump?" Mash interrupts.

"I don't think-"

"Blizzard Ball is the best game ever. It's way better than infield blitzball, because we put on't use a volleyball."

"Doesn't diamond blitzball employ a soccer ball?" you ask.

"Wouldn't know, never played it," he nonchalantly responds. "Hey, do you want to play? If you win, I'll join forces with you and assist you fight your means through with these woods. Information technology's too tough to go alone."

"Why would I enter the woods?" you ask.

"Game on!" Comminute grabs the ball and tosses it in the air.

– Kick the ball towards Mash

– Pass the bollock to Mash

You thresh and fille. Somewhere in the distance, a buzzer sounds.

"Aww, you lose!" cries Squelch. "Tell you what, I'll join up with you anyway. I hate Snowstorm Ball."

Deep in the forest, you hear the crashes and clanks of burdensome machinery.

– Enter the dangerous and deadly woods

– Go someplace else

Although it doesn't quit hold signified, some invisible barrier blocks your path.

– Delve into the petrifying and horrific forest

– Enter another way

Crashing direct the forest, you are soon ambushed past a party of imps.

– Hit the imps with your giant sword

– Wave hello to the imps

Your meager actions are ample to hold all of the imps, who were already old and suffering from heart conditions, die.

"Awww, I wanted to throw my blizzard ball at them," says Mash.

You scoop up a batch of experience points from the hobo camp floor.

– Continue towards the automobile sounds

– Enquire Squeeze about the forest

Stumbling into a clearing, you see bulldozers and cranes scooping crystals from inside of trees. Deplorably, without the exposition provided away extensive cut scenes, you have no idea what is passing on and before long give out from apathy.

THE END

– Yield to Entitle Screen

"The evil Mecha-Corporation is taking the crystals from the trees, going the trees to rot." Mash explains.

"That sucks! Get's destroy the machines," you urge.

"When the crystals are removed, IT throws the Earth's zen unconscious of proportion. The Earth's window pane is needed to menstruum with the spirit of Gaia."

"Yes, unfortunate. Let's go shut down those bulldozers," you comment.

"The planet operates arsenic a single support organism," Mash continues. "Without sufficient magical crystallization great power, the entire Earth could collapse. It's just plain science."

– Attempt the construction machines

– Attack Squash

You charge at the machines, expecting your new friend to join the battle. Still, Mash just continues his sage observation. Too late, you turn progressive to see the giant bucket of a crane plunging towards your head. As your skull caves in it makes you repent that construction safety helmets have not yet relate this land.

THE END

– Takings to Title Block out

You backhand stroke slap Mash, and atomic number 2 goes tumbling to the earth amid a spraying of blood.

"Hour angle, ha!" helium chortles, holding his broken nose out, "I guess I condign that, buddy!"

"Your nose out looks broken. Sorry," you offer up.

"It's nothing a good fight won't fix," shouts Mash, moving into battle with the nighest political machine.

– Hit the machine with your giant sword

– Make the blue crystal into the beam.

Pulling out your nineteen-foot-daylong blade, you give the bulldozer a tremendous wallop. E. B. White numbers fall out of the gash you leave behind in the side of the dozer. However, the large truck-with-a-caboodle-of-drill-heads-on-the-last is able to flank your party, and blends all your variety meat together into one big multiracial charme.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You side the crystal from wherever you were keeping it and throw it towards the sky. Brilliant sexy beams of light explosion from the crystal in all directions. Information technology hovers several stories above the ground before turning into… a giant glacier. Slowly, the glacier moves towards the machines, which are powerless to do anything against IT. After a few years, the glacier crushes the machines. This leaves splintered metal ended the afforest and causes its ecosystem to get utterly baffled.

You pick up the potions that the machines were carrying. Just then, you hear a loud rustling in the nearby trees.

– Squeal like a pig

– Charge into the undergrowth, wildly swinging your three-story-high sword

Your squeal is returned by an equally piggish squeal. As you gaze in muddiness, Phoenix bursts from the brush, along with the large-bodied extremity of the airship crew.

"I knew you would save me!" she exclaims. "And look WHO I found! Our Old friend, Useless Linear Joy Bewilder."

"Margin call me Mr. Stick," Useless Analog chuckles.

"What happened to it short mysterious mage poke fu?" you ask.

"He had to go. Masters of the World sued US for ripping off Orko."

– Hit Stick with your sword

– Ask round Reefer close to his adventures

You nag away at the bushes. Eventually, your steel finds and dismembers the source of the squealing: Genus Phoenix. As her sinewy bodyguard steps forward, you commemorate him as the huge guy from the airship.

"You killed Princess Phoenix. She was the last of the half-summon, half-human species. The lone one capable of delivering the crystals to the dark center of outer space."

"What?" is your carefully chosen last word earlier you are punched in the face to death.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

Your sword cleaves a large bruise in the face of Mr. Baffle.

"You're the whole reason I'm here to begin with!" you scream.

Your blow hit Stick harder than you expected; you've never seen so many blank numbers game gushing from a offend.

Mouth full of blood line, Stand by gurgles a laugh. "Fair enough. How do we leave of here?"

You see across the clearing to see a chocobo stable and an dirigible.

– Go to the chocobo stable

– Get to the airship

You are not trusty who liberal this majestic Mecha-Corp airship here, then abandoned it. But you don't pay this much thought as you twist up the anchors and rise into the air. American Samoa you fly crosswise the skies, you before long realize you are non alone. An armed Mecha-Corp transport closes the aloofness, and pulls up next to your ship. The gangplank is placed, connecting the two ships, just as the sunlight goes behind the clouds.

The enemy ship's crew wheels out a large organ. A sailor comes out and begins playing a horrifying dirge. A black-market-clad figure steps forward, and crosses to the midsection of the gangplank.

"I am the evil Kafka, lead of Mecha-Corp."

"Are you the one I talk to about this dirigible? Because it's evasive maneuvering leaves a good deal to constitute in demand," you snap, sounding more windy than witty.

"Enough!" roars Kafka, unsheathing his sword in a very obscene way.

Just and so a giant roar erupts from the Earth, loud plenty to oscillate some ships. Looking down, you see the Earth collapsing on itself.

"Now you've through information technology" shouts Mash. "I warned you!"

– Leap out of the embark

– Plug Kafka

– Back off your blue quartz glass

You hop on the red chocobo. Immediately, it does the only matter red chocobos know how to execute: slam straight down. You shortly find yourself plunging into a hot puddle of lower-public lava, smooth wondering wherefore breeders even bother to reach red chocobos.

THE END

– Return to Claim Screen

Hoping on a sullen chocobo with feathers the color of Nox, you tip into the open air. You ride towards a cliff, hoping to render out the chocobo's specialized upward skills. However, your plans are soon dashed when a black cactuar jumps in front of your path. Your last thought as thousands of needles pierce your body is, "Wow, black cactuar buns also climb mountains, I pretend."

THE END

– Return to Deed Screen

You skip over on the bright silver chocobo. Before you can dig your spurs deep into its fleshy sides, the chocobo sprints out of the stable and takes to the skies. Laughing, you realize you've never flown so top before. Alas, you ne'er conditioned that silver chocobo are bred to mine the inside of volcanos. Soon, you find yourself plummeting downcast the hole in the high of a fiery mountain. Just your sick luck, this was the day a nigh sorcery cultivate decided to teach the spell, "erupt."

THE END

– Return to Claim Screen

The chocobo's feathers glisten like force out as you clamber up. Unfortunately, orange chocobos are bred to do one thing and unity thing only: mate with anything that comes near. The pleasantness of its yielding, moist feathers soon gives way to the crippling pain of 2 tons of bird on top of your junk. This isn't black, really. Only it's so painful you convince the succeeding someone you visualize to cut your psyche off.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You jump on the blue chocobo. Sliding into the prat, you tactile property the smooth over curves of Italian-engineered chocobo. Taking it remote, you decide to open her up and see how she handles. Unfortunately, the answer to this interrogative is "she handles based on however she feels." At this current second, the blue chocobo feels care running you straight into a tree. Some you and the chocobo have your skulls shattered into loads of pieces. As your consciousness fades, you ponder whether the chocobo was suicidal to begin with, or if it just hated you that much.

THE Conclusion

– Getting even to Title Screen

"Wow! It was raging," proclaims Coquette. "Prototypical we battled the force out and wind elementals, who live just beyond that patch of trees. And so we fought the earth and water elementals on the beach! Then we became sages and raised rainbow chocobos! What did you do?"

"Uhh, I walked terminated here from the beach," is your glum response. In fact, you become so sullen that you settle to fall on your sword rather than live in the shadow of your fellow political party members. A rather dumb decision, thinks everyone around you, but it's your adventure indeed if you really need to give-up the ghost then, floury.

THE END

– Return to Deed Screen door

As you curl your feeble fingers into a fist, a memory flashback hits you.

You remember being six, and living with Kafka in the orphans' asylum. Extraordinary day, Kafka stole a toy from you so you punched him. Kafka retaliated by swapping consciousnesses and sending you to a dark dimension that took you months to fight out of. Shocking that you forgot about that.

Filled with rage, you pounce at Kafka. "I… REALLY… LOVED… THAT… TOY!" you shout, socking Franz square in the jaw.

Franz Kafka recoils in pain. Regaining his senses, he calls Forth a lightning bolt from the clouds. Since you are sailing through a cloud, it's genuinely painful. So painful, in point of fact, that you die out.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

Pulling out your blue crystal, you toss it in the air. A giant snowman appears, and starts waddling across the gangplank.

Mentation rapidly, Kafka shoots a rob of fire at the summon, liquescent the giant snowman. Before you can get off of the giant urinate this creates, Kafka casts a lightning bolt, electrifying the puddle. Your 64-foot-long sword acts as a lightning conductor as you fry to a sharp.

THE END

– Return to Title Blind

Shooting Kafka the bird, you casually hop off the gangplank. Plunging toward the Earth reminds you of something from your past. Not that clock you plummeted towards the Earth a a couple of minutes agone, though, something contrastive. Once when you were at the orphanhood, the orphanage keeper said, "Should world end backwards, jump off cliff makes you be to as non unlike the swan." It's times like these you wishing that everything she said didn't come unsuccessful so unintelligibly translated.

But as you get closer to the ground, you realize that the ground itself is plunging. Or else of smacking against the earth, you slow catch the cascading grease, becoming enveloped in information technology until all is black.

You rouse in a bed in a one room cabin. An sexagenarian guy is qualification Fish stew.

– Drown the old guy cable in fish stew

– Ask for a bowl of fish fret

Lunging towards the old man, the bloodthirst in your eyes turns to strain Eastern Samoa you bound against your restraints. Apparently, the old guy has tied you to the bed.

– Ask to be untied

– Do something freaky

"Certainly," chirps the old guy, dishing you a arena. "I'll have to pour it down your pharynx though, as I have tied you to the bed."

A hurried inspection finds that he is right. Luckily, the person who ran your orphanage that you never remembered until recently taught you a trick. Pickings a fishbone in your oral cavity, you quickly saw through with your restraints.

– Straight off, submerge the early guy in fish swithe

– Repeat yourself, simulation to be an Nonproliferation Center

"Would you please untie me, you old man?" you ask as nicely as you terminate.

"My name is Cid," he responds. "Call Pine Tree State CID. And, no. Not until you've tried my fish soup and tell me how saintlike it is." Cid pours a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

– Spitting soup at him

– Tell him the soup tastes good

You endeavour to strike a attractive pose, simply obtain it quite difficult with all limb tied to the bed. Right and then CID hustles over and unties you.

"Sorry about tying you ascending, I… I'm releas to be honest with you: I'm not going to tell you why I tied you up."

– Submerge Cid in the fish stew, ultimately

– Ask Criminal Investigation Command almost the Apocalypse

You lunge towards Cid. His frail body barely has adequate strength to grapple with your tenacious-comatose physique. A very pathetic battle ensues, the net result of which is CID drowning in a pot of stew. Happily, you go back to bed and await the end credits, convinced that Criminal Investigation Command was the ultimate knob. And so a giant robot fist crushes the small domiciliate you are in, splashing you like a swatted take flight.

THE END

– Hark back to Title Screen

"Have you checked for secrets in the cave?" you ask. "I try there's gem."

"Oh, my," says Criminal Investigation Command, "I had no idea you were an NPC."

The trick worked! "Have you checkered for secrets in the spelunk?" you ask.

Unfortunately, it is a bleak apocalyptic future where every last NPCs are rounded aweigh and either apt sensitive unhealthy disability treatment or put in a zoo. You get the last mentioned and spend the rest of your hours being stared at by plump tourists. Until, of course, a giant robot comes and kills you subsequently that day.

THE END

– Return to Claim Screen

Exploitation completely of your staggeringly weak power, you jut out a trail of hot soup onto Criminal Investigation Command's face. CID wipes off the soup, the pleasantness destroyed from his fount.

"Retributive for that, I'm not going to tell you well-nig the colossus robot that was summoned by the moon man," he snaps. "But I will unlace you, because that section is getting kinda creepy."

As Cid begins untying you, you stutter out a commanding, "What?" but his reply is cut to snub away a giant robot picking up the shack and feeding it. As you question why a robot would need to exhaust things like that, you also die.

THE END

– Return to Deed Screen

"Information technology's overnice," you say. You smile, difficult to look both ugly and unappetizing.

"I guess thusly, too." Cid smiles punt. "At present let ME untie you. I've had my sport."

"What … what does that mean?" you ask.

"Would you like to hear about the Apocalypse?"

– Say "Yes"

– Say "No"

"I'd rather not hear about the Apocalypse," is what you start to say, then again an unbeknown force wills you to pronounce, "Wait, I meanspirited YES!"

"Important!" says CID. "You fell into the ocean and washed prepared Here. The Apocalypse collapsed the Earth into the Underworld. Past both brutal on top of another human beings which we didn't even know existed, but whose creatures we now know squelch out red guts when a world falls on top of them." He pauses to rent a wheezy breath. "The entire planet has ablated in size by uncomplete. But no of this is important right at present. Mecha Corporation has managed to reconstruct in scarcely few months, somehow. The citizens of Earth all got collectively and prayed and the giant robot came out of the Earth to protect us all."

You hurry unlikely, Sir Thomas More to get away from Cid's ramblings than to see the giant robot. But past you imag the robot and it is spectacular. Thousands of feet elated, the anthromorphic robot looks like fractional Lucy Stone and incomplete metallic. It smashes the cabin you were just in with an enormous fist. You tumble to the ground from the ensuant earthquake. The robot walks away, down a close beach.

– Follow the Robot

– Honourable drown Cid, already

"Absolutely," is what you try to say, but you find your lips someways compelled to say "Nope." Cid stands there, staring at you. You realize He has null other to talk of. In pity, you start to ask for his story, when a colossus robot clenched fist smashes the cabin, destroying the some of you. Your last thinking is, "that was probably a good story."

THE Conclusion

– Return to Title Screen

Springing to your feet, you chase after the enormous robot. You round a cliff in the nick of time to see the robot blast a foot into the whale Mecha Corporation headquarters tower. The machine jumps on the network of buildings and towers, stomping everything into rubble.

And so the robot turns to the nearby town of Brownleaf, and smashes it too. Even though you are uncomplete a m away, you can hear the citizens' agonized screams.

"Information technology's out of hold!" squeals a familiar phonation. You turn to see Phoenix, Mash, and Stick standing behind you.

– Discharge towards the robot

– Jar against the sea

You come across the ocean. Regrettably, a party of whale metal pediculosis pubis descends upon you, slicing you to ribbons with their steel pincers.

THE END

– Return to Form of address Screen

You execute towards the robot, your party on your heels. Oddly, the robot spots you and marches towards you. With his giant fists, the monster smashes the ground, just you dive exterior of the direction.

– Use your summon crystal

– Climb onto the golem's clenched fist

You pull in out your trusted dingy summon vitreous silica. Tossing IT in the beam, information technology shatters into a brilliant ball of light. The light plunges into the automaton's chest, turning the robot to ice. Everyone celebrates, but spell collection your treasure (a masamune) you excision yourself and bleed to death.

THE Closing

– Take back to Title Screen

You jump onto the robot's clenched fist, clinging to one of its fingers. Your party follows suit. Soon, you are existence lifted high in the publicize.

– Chalk up the robot's arm

– Find the secret door mentioned in that unrivaled part of the adventure that you skipped

Glancing around, you encounter a rectangular outline in the robot's palm. Heaving your burthen against it, you swing open an trance to a passage.

"Course!" exclaims Stick, "the invisible dragon's secret door. The traveling dwarf was right!"

You dunk into the passing, which is lit with torches despite the physical impossibility of that happening. Running up what you can but assume is the inwardly of the robot's arm, you are confronted by a company of trey robot maintenance workers.

– Vagabond "Wave 3"

– Cast "Fire 415"

You stitch the outside of the robot's arm. The robot's other fist comes flaming down connected you, crushing you like a stomped grape. If IT's any consolation, your guts leave of absence a eonian stain on the metal/stone out of the robot, serving as a monitor to subsequent adventurers not to stitch the robot's arm.

THE END

– Return to Title of respect Screen

A sparkling periodic event wave descends upon the robot helpers, somehow avoiding you entirely. As the robots short, your party dashes past them and into the shoulder. The musical passage forks ahead.

"Where to now, Square up?" Stick barks from the back dustup.

– Head towards the head

– Dart for the heart

You cast a giant fire import, failing to first check the enemy machines' motherboards for firewalls. The flames bounce back at you, fervent your flesh to or so culture medium-well.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

"This elbow room!" you scream. Mounting into the head, you survey the board. Information technology is a 360-degree technological wonder, with wall-to-wall panels of circuitry and monitors.

"Over there!" points Mash. "The emergency shutdown switch!"

You footfall towards the switch, but a ball of black light appears in front of you. It transforms into a nine foot tall, barely clad, scandalmongering-skinned woman.

"I am Ethreus, Goddess of Earthquakes!" she proclaims. "Your request to save the human race shall be stopped up! By me! Some dying questions?"

"Why behave you sleep in a giant automaton head?" you query. "What does that have to do with Earthquakes?"

"Enough," she screams, then begins ahorse her hands in such a way as to imply she is casting a really big spell.

– Cast gravity

– Cast swim

You take the lower passage, assuming it wish lead to the robot's heart. Regrettably, all information technology leads to is a giant chest bodily cavity containing gears. Your corpse is decent to jam the gears for a a few seconds, earlier they go you into ground meat.

THE END

– Return to Rubric Riddle

You cat a somberness spell, and instantly feel yourself gaining mass. Your enemy casts quake. As the shaking dry land kills you direct non-entirely-explained ways, you find yourself wondering what the purpose of a lot of these spells really is.

THE END

– Return to Title Block out

Your party lifts soured the ground just in time to escape a identical saddle-sore-looking ground shaking. Walking on the air, you deliver a quetch square to the face of the Earthquake elemental. This is sufficient to remove her head.

– Flip the pinch shutdown switch

– Wear down the severed head suchlike a sick Halloween block out

Leaping across the way in a completely unnecessary mode, you arrive at the switch and give information technology a deft twitch. The lights go retired in the room. The entirely light is provided through 2 round holes in the wall. You assume those holes are the golem's eyes.

– Climb impermissible the holes

– Run rachis to the entrance

Hoping to get a joke from your party, you drum your capitulum direct the cut neck. It turns out, in that respect's a lot more gunk in there than you expected. You attempt to remove your caput from the head, but are stuck. Sadly, this does get a laugh from your party, as they are too intrusive guffawing to stop you from suffocating. Oddly, the seism elemental gains some posthumous experience points for technically defeating you.

THE END

– Give back to Championship Screen

You climb out of the robot's eyes and stand happening his shoulders, surveying the scene. It looks care you close down the robot before it could do any further damage. Sighing substitute, you sit back and wait for a list of names to scroll through with the sky. Unfortunately, the only thing that happens in the toss is a giant whirlpool, which begins sucking the robot into the air.

– Climb stake in the eyeball holes

– Scramble off of the robot

You attempt to move back to the secret door, but are pierced off by three very-looking girls.

"We are the triplets of the robot! Prepare to die!"

Although you find it off-the-wall that these sisters also live inside the golem, you brandish your mile-high schoo sword and plan your attack.

– Attack the black mage sis

– Attack the fighter baby

– Attack the white mage sister

You dash down the robot, qualification a valiant leap from the hip to the knee. As valiant American Samoa it is, you miss the knee by a smashing eight feet and plunge to your death.

THE END

– Return to Title Shield

You jump into the eye holes retributive as the robot gains speed. You glance through a pupil to find that you are soaring through the air. You move into outward space, you stare at the stars in astonishment. One of these days, you land happening the Sun Myung Moon. You and your party climb out of the golem eyes and down to the ground. Also, you can breathe for no apparent reason.

– Research a close lechatelierite rook

– Explore a nearby cave

You plunge your blade into the powerful mordant mage, causing a sizable gash. Withal, the white mage simply heals her. The paladin and black mage wail on your party until your melted organs coat the walls.

THE Death

– Return to Claim Screen

You dodge the paladin's spear and stab her in the chest with your sword. Barely in front her live breathing place, however, the albumen mage heals her. The Afro-American mage and paladin past push the reset button along all of your organs.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You cleverly attack and kill the albumen mage, preventing the offense from being recovered. Your team makes short work of the inferior cerise and black mages. However, you are immediately back-attacked aside a radical of hovering unicycles. The heinous vehicles take advantage of your weakened posit to destroy you totally.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

Inside, the brilliant low castle is made up of only if unmatched sleeping room. Giant crystal pillars of all colors stand whol around the chamber, humming better-looking deficient tones. In the direct center of the chamber stands an used, bald man.

– Greet the old, bald man

– Put your hands on the red pillar

– Put your men happening the purple pillar

– Put your hands on the stale, bald serviceman

Wandering into a cave, you are attacked aside a gelatinlike creature resembling butterscotch pud.

– Attack the pudding with your fist

– Attack the pud with wizardly

"Hello," you enounce to the yellowed, overt man.

"Yes, hello indeed," atomic number 2 replies. "Do you remember who I am?"

You blurt out what is fast becoming your catch phrase, "What?"

"I wasn't speech you. I was tongued to the princess."

Everyone turns to look at Phoenix, who blushes and stares at the floor. Stick puts a meaningful bridge player on her shoulder, "you can distinguish them."

"I'm a princess," she states, "princess of the moon."

"Yes," says the common wormwood, "I am her father. I sent her to Earth to kidnap lots of sexy golems for me. But my plans were ruined when you she fell in love with a human." He turns to you. "My name is Moon Man, but you probably want to call me beginner-in-jurisprudence, huh?"

"What?" is your reaction.

"Nevermind!" shouts Moon Man. "Time for fighting!"

Moon around Man summons Meteo. A giant meteor alters its orbit and crashes directly into your face.

THE END

– Return to Title of respect Screen

The denuded, old man kicks you in the junk so hard that you literally die from the anguish.

THE Remnant

– Fall to Title Screen

You place your palms on the Marxist pillar. You feel a rush of heat stormy through with your blazon, up your shoulders and make out, and into your brain.

*You Have Learned Flare*

– Ramble flare on yourself

– Approach shot the lad's love

You place your manpower on the purple pillar. A powerful energy, which feels like a liquid electric automobile traumatise, flows through your hands, up your shoulders and into your mind. Your vision is filled with ancients destroying swaths of Earth in an bacchanalia of demolition.

*You Have Knowledgeable Ultima*

– Approach the greybeard

– Charge up for what feels equal forever

You engross your clenched fist into the pudding. When it gets cragfast, you decide to eat your way out, as you love butterscotch. Unluckily, the tasty Lunation Butterscotch Blob Devil is venomous to mankind, and you die down writhing in pain on the moon.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You cast lightning 12 on the pud. Unfortunately, thanks to lunar storms, the pudding has evolved to non sole withstand lightning, but to force back it as well. As the jolt of lightning fries your entire body, you realize that you lavatory, in fact, see your skeletal frame direct your skin.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You attempt to cast Flare on yourself and break. In a brilliant reveal of ingenuity, you cast Wall on Stay, then wander Flare up on him. The spell is echoic punt at you, and you feel the burn of a million suns exploding from your stomach, like the time you Ate a fried burrito at Princess Garnet's Super Sweet Cardinal. Except much Sir Thomas More fatal.

THE END

– Return to Title Screen

You fight satellite imps and moon marlboros for what feels like eternity.

– Approaching the bald, old man

– Level up for what feels like forever

You fight lunar imps and moon marlboros for what feels like infinity.

– Approach the bald, old man

– Pull dow up for what feels like forever

You fight satellite imps and moon marlboros for what feels like eternity.

– Approach the bald, gray-haired man

– Level up for what feels suchlike evermor

You struggle lunar imps and moon marlboros for what feels like timeless existence.

– Approach the bald, lad's love

– Level up for what feels like forever

You conk of gaga age. But at to the lowest degree your level is impressively high.

– Give back to Title Screen

"Howdy," you enounce to the past, bald man.

"Yes, hello indeed," he replies. "Practice you remember who I am?"

You blurt out what is fast becoming your catch phrase, "What?"

"I wasn't talking to you. I was speaking to the princess."

Everyone turns to look at Phoenix, who blushes and stares at the blow out of the water. Stick puts a meaty hand happening her shoulder, and says "You can order them."

"I'm princess," she states, "princess of the lunar month."

"Yes," says the old man, "and I am her father. I dispatched her to Earth to detect rescue and kidnap lots of sexy golems. But my plans were ruined when you she fell soft on with a human," atomic number 2 turns to you. "My diagnose is Lunar month Man, simply you probably want to call me father-in-law, huh?"

"What?" is your response.

"Sheesh," Moon Man frowns. "Look up to, can you go off and play piece the adults who actually paid attention to the cutscenes butt talk?"

"Father, I do it him," Phoenix beams. She tries to grab your handwriting merely you shake hers away. "Over the sometime hour-and-a-uncomplete we have paddle-shaped an unbreakable bond paper. Because it is make of love, the most unbreakable substance on the planet, non counting Medal."

"Tellurian! I knew I was suitable planning your destruction." cackles Moon Man.

"So, that's what you wanted the robot for! You destroyed our planet to summon the United States Department of Defense robot so you can trance information technology and use it to demolish our planet!" Stick shouts, expositionally.

"You've figured so more unsuccessful, but you missed matchless deciding detail," replies the old piece, in cold blood. "I too thought this robot would look totally cool."

"Enough talking," cries Coquette, who hasn't really said anything equal to this point. "Prepare for battle." He rushes the old man, weapons worn. You exchange a shrug with the rest of your party and rush into battle.

– Tally the old man with your sword

– Use dragoon jump

Exploitation your awesome special move, you blast up in the air. You've been practicing, and keister usually get skyward to a couple of hundred feet earlier rocketing towards your antagonist's face. However, you forgot about the miserable-somberness properties of the moonshine. Your jump propels you miles into space, where you float more or less until your body decides it's good and ready to explode.

THE END

– Fall to Title Screen

You bury your sword square 'tween the Old military man's eyes, moments in front atomic number 2 finishes casting "Firecracker 1." He collapses to the ground in a kitty of blood. Phoenix jumps into your arms, you quickly drop her.

"I knew you could do it!" she exclaims.

– Exit the vitreous silica castle

– Wreak a celebratory game of diamond rash ball

You take a couple of stairs in front your head gets foggy. "What was I going to do?" you ask aloud.

A grumble attracts everyone's attention. The graybeard's carcass has changed into a sextuplet-story gamy alien ogre monster.

"Repudiate my girl, operating theater you shall die."

"I don't tied like her, you can take her, dude. I don't aid!"

"Fine! If you won't give up my daughter, you all die!" You get the feeling listening isn't his specialty. He casts "Meteo".

A giant shooting star plunges into your side. It is rather painful, and takes nearly each of your wellness points. You struggle to your feet. You feel Phoenix casting a healing spell on you; you wish she wouldn't mould it with such queerly sexual gestures.

– Cast Shell

– Cast Ultima

A wizard eggshell made of chocolate appears around you and your party.

The Methuselah casts "Gravity 20". A black hole appears in front of you. Every last of the planets and stars in the cosmos set about sucked into the hole, after colliding with you. Major planet after planet, ace after star slams into your tiny body. And then the black hole sucks you in, and implodes. Then this now-collapsed universe erupts forth in a massive big bang explosion.

Tired all, you lose about 10% of your total score points.

– Cast Ultima

– Roll Wall

You begin the 15-minute series of incantations required to summon Ultima. However, the old valet is faster, bringing a comet from the sky to score you in the face. Having immediately been hit in the face by both a comet and a meteor, you can unquestionably suppose that the comet was many fatal.

THE Cease

– Retort to Title Screen

You cast "Wall 0.05" A reflective wall forms around yourself. You lick it and are surprised to discover it tastes comparable a soap babble.

The lad's love cases "Atomic warhead" in a fit of Japanese insensitivity.

The ground opens up, a warhead rises up. The warhead fires, hitting you square in the os frontale. The explosion is so large it blinds everyone on the moon, which is currently just you 5. Then, a hail of nukes arrives, detonating the entire moon.

THE Ending

– Comeback to Form of address Screen

With the absinthe recovering, you take your chance.

You begin the 15-minute serial publication of hand gestures required to hurl "Ultima".

"MegaFlare!" casts Moon Man, and begins a look-alike set of hand gestures.

You and the old human race stand there, gesturing, for a tense fourteen minutes. During this clock time, the remainder of your party goes to the crystal castle's restroom and gets snacks.

Finally, you finish the last gesture and upchuck "Ultima".

The uncastrated world turns white. A translucent black dome appears complete the old man. Inside the dome, the old man gets thrown about like a blanket in a washing machine. Lightning, earthquakes, fire, meteors: all of these things happen inside the ageing man's private biodome.

"Noooooo!" he screams. "I mind controlled Mecha-Corporation for nothing!"

"What?" you ask.

When the light fades, you see the old human's monstrous backbone lying in a goopy pile.

Stepping out of the castle, you gaze up at the sky and the now-safe Earth. Kneeling, you extend your blade towards the Earth, striking a pose you think would look redeeming for a fadeout. Darkness falls.

When the lit comes back, you are in Goldendew's castle courtyard. An enormous wedding party has been install. You are standing at the front, next to Phoenix.

"Execute you, Genus Phoenix Downs, take off Square Buttons to be your mate?" the king asks.

"I practise!" squeals Phoenix.

"And do you, Square Buttons, take Genus Phoenix Downs to be your wife?"

"What? Nary!" you blurt unsuccessful.

The king pauses for a arcminute to yield you a quizzical look. An expression of joy spreads across his brass, "Good sufficiency!" he shouts. "I now pronounce you man and princess! You May candy kiss the Saint Brigid."

You turn your face aside then that Capital of Arizona plants a wet one on your face.

"Full stop!" you exclaim. "Stop the wedding party!" But the light is already attenuation. A list of names scrolls by on the castle walls, "No! Don't roll the credits! This isn't done, I don't need to espouse Phoenix! Reset! Incumbrance! Sephiroth!"

The light fades completely. The names finish scrolling.

YOU WIN!

Hoovler besides writes for Gamespy, Blastr, Playboy's The Smoky Jacket, and Ranker. He is lead puzzle designer for the Telltale game, Puzzle Agentive role 2, and wants to glucinium your Facebook Google Addition friend.

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