| Are you sure?
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| Well, once I managed to pry Celes off him, I threw him down into the pit and double locked it. Then, I covered the locks with pictures of Brahne. So yeah, I'm sure that Duran's not getting out for a long, long time.
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| What about Celes?
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| Once she found out what she did she fled back to that island where Cid was and started throwing herself off the cliff. Locke tried to get her to come back but after 20 minutes of her poetry reciting he started attempting suicide, as well.
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| Something else to be thankful for, then.
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| Man, am I glad to be back from Aesir. The stuffing was terrible, Loki duped Lucian into giving him artifacts of almighty power..AGAIN..and Freya and Lenneth drank too much ambrosia and ended up recruting all the spirits of dead turkeys into Einherjar. The combined weight of all the 'Fowl spirit' jokes nearly caused Ragnarok! Also, there was no pie! HOW CAN THERE BE CELEBRATION WITHOUT PIE?
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| ...no pie? You poor thing. I'm going to have to cut down on your beatings.
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| That's crazy talk! Beating up Odin is BtS tradition! Why, if we didn't beat up Odin, then people might attack me! And I'm far, far too pretty to face such harsh treatment.
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| The ugly skull has a point. I think you should beat up Odin for putting such an idea in your head.
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| Sounds fair.
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| Why do I even talk?
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| This is the spirit of the holidays. Fellowship, commitment, and physically assaulting those weaker than us.
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| Heartwarming, isn't it? All right, non-paid labor, start the show.
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| Aww, but I just got him to start crying.
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| We're all set.
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| Happy Thanksgiving, readers, and welcome to Week 3, as we provide you with insight, laughs, and those so very necessary Odin beatings on Behind the Scenes! Things are about to get insense, as the best duellers fight to become the champion of Season 31! Here with us today is Myria, and Deathevans!
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| Ironic, huh?
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| Whatever you say, boss.
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| Well, Evans. Not since Zio fought his own god have we had such a bizzare matchup. Do you plan to throw in the towel?
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| Nah, Myria wanted me to give it my best shot, so that's what I'll do. It's still really really weird.
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| Almost as weird as Breath of Fire 2's translation! Zing.
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| It was the 90s, it was a confusing time. Also, the translaters were 50 monkeys and a drunken hobo. At the time, it was the most expensive translation attempt in history: 5 yen and 20 banana's.
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| Evans?
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| Yes ma'am?
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| Crush the Skull.
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| Yes ma'am.
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| Saaaave me!
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| Save you? Do I look like I'm made out of money? Let's keep moving.
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| For heavy, we Princess Toadstool and our very own Ultros!
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| ....Man, am I glad I am not Japanese right now.
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| Aww, c'mon. I'm Octopi royalty, we don't do that.
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| Princess, how do you think the match is going to go?
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| I really don't think he can break my healing. How's he going to handle my frying pan then?
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| Whatever, lady. There's no way you can handle my multi-limbed assault! I've only been beaten by little girls...and amnesiacs...and body-builders...and....pasty-faced theives..and...I think I need to be alone right now.
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| Poor Ultros. If only he got beaten up by a bunch of generics with no personality whatsoever, like me!
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| Man, you guys suck.
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| At least they're not in Light.
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| Oh, hush up. Let's see...Middles!
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| Pleasant to be here.
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| I hope you're better than the other losers I've had to fight.
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| Clint, you've done well since you were introduced to the DL. Is a Middle championship possible?
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| Well, sure, anything's possible. I'd sure like to get one for Kira, though.
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| No way it's happening, punk. I've got all the magic damage I need to take you down.
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| I've got everything I need to take your mother down.
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| Hiyo!
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| *sniff*..*sniff*...WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
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| Rotten little brat.
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| Wow. That was unexpected.
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| I find it pays to be prepared, Ms. Madison. Now, if you'll excuse me.
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| Interesting man. To finish things off, for Light, we have Milich and Opera!
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| Always a pleasure, madam.
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| Hi.
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| Milich, to what do you credit your success so far?
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| Well, I've been training alot with one of the fresher faces in Light, my good friend Euram Barrows.
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| Euram..? Hah! This should be a cinch if you've been taking advice from that fop.
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| What? How dare you besmirch his name in front of me! Have at you, hag!
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| All right, get ready to eat my du-AHHH!
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| Haha! Your puny weapons are no match for my dramatic pose and sparkling white teeth!
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| Can't...kill...narcissist...
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| Euram, I owe you my gratitude. Hmm, If I don't hurry I will be late to my tea party. Give my regards to that delightful Odin, Chisato. Sorry about Opera's paralyzed corpse on the floor, but I'm sure you know how to handle slain warriors.
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| Sadly, yes.
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| Ergh..are we done yet?
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| Ah, Odin. Regained consciousness just in time. Take Opera and dump her in the corpse hatch, then clean up the floor. If you hurry, I won't open the door to the Brahne pit.
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| Maybe I should have stayed in Aesir after all.
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| Ow..ow...ow...maybe if I hadn't eaten all that turkey I could have avoided Evans...
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| What does it matter? It's not like you gain any weight anyway.
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| Yeah, but I wouldn't have been distracted by the ghost of my turkey trying to use a PWS on me. Stupid goddesses grumble grumble.
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| Okay, Opera is down with the others. When are we going to revive all those guys, anyway?
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| Whenever I find enough pocket change. Anyway, I have a business meeting to attend to. Chisato, if you would wrap this up.
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| Well, that's it for this week. Make sure and vote in the arena, readers, and come by next week as we being the latest cycle of violence and insults in Behind the Scenes! |