 | I told you it wasn't as easy to win in Godlike as it looked.
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 | Yeah, yeah. *grumble* Stupid old men. I'll get my revenge someday. But do we have to have him come back to the show this week?
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 | Keep talking like that, and you'll sound as pathetic as Odin usually does. Just give it up and accept that Sergius makes a fine Father Time.
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 | Can it, Moppy. He's right. I don't care want, Patriarch works cheap and fits the role just fine.
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 | Bless you, my son. I'll be sure to say an extra prayer for you. Come along, Melville. You're getting to play the new year, a wonderful blessing.
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| That all? Good. Chisato?
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 | Right. Welcome back to Behind the Scenes, the only place where Odin and Godlikes are on actual equal footing. We're coming to you live on New Years Eve. With us is the usual assortment of victims and losers, ready for a mocking before they get beaten in the arena. We open with.. huh? Orlandu? We're supposed to start with light.
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| There's the man who forced me to decorate a christmas tree.
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 | It would be Sergius. Sigh. Knight, Jin. Capture him!
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 | Right!
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| Hey! Let go, you godless heathens. You're going to tear my robe!
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| *Shudder* No one needs to see that view.
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| Aren't you old, Moppy?
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| HA! I may have grey hair, but I'm as rugged as they come. My bihourly mopping sessions have given me the strength and durability of a god. No one can question my rippling biceps or rugged build.
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| Did not need that image.
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| Nor did I.
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| Thanks, boys. I'll slip a little extra into your christmas bonuses. Patriarch Sergius XVII, you're guilty of kidnapping, televangism, and generally being a loser. Us older gentlemen have enough trouble (besides good old Thundergod Cid, of course) in life without you insulting us. You're even playing the stereotypical father time role, demeaning old men everywhere. You're going to pay for your crimes.
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| Edge is rubbing off.
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| Maybe, but this is more entertaining than interviewing the usual slobs.
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| Agreed. By all means keep going, Orlandu.
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| I prepared a special foe for you. Sure you can handle Ultros easily enough, but who can't? However, you can't handle a true Final Fantasy boss. One who's orgins go back to the beginning of his very game. One who's sworn a holy oath to protect the weak and innocent. Yes, your foe will be...
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| The Mist Dragon.
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| Wow. Someone more pathetic than me. We haven't seen that since the last time Duran came by.
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| Bwhahahaha. You've gone senile, Orlandu. Even if I were to lower myself to fighting such a pathetic creature, how would it dare harm me?
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 | That's not the problem.
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| Yep. Melville, go over to that console by Chisato and hit the big red button?
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| Right. *Push*
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| Look at the monitor to your right. I cast an augry, it should be following the action.
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| Why would you of all people be helping Orlandu?
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| You'll see why.
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| *****************LANDING PIT*****************
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| ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! *thunk* How dare they injure a holy man and father time himself. I appear to be in some sort of pit. No matter.
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| Roar! *Bite*
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| I should dispatch that pitiful creature. Taste holy elemental power, wretch!
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| Roar! *Bite*
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| My attacks had no effect? Bah, no matter. I'll win out over this most wretched of beings.
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| ..That creature's immune to Aura attacks, isn't it?
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| Yes, yes it is. Sergius is going to die of a thousand tiny bites on national TV.
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| Even by my standards, that's cruel. I pity your opponent. You're immune to holy attacks yourself, though. Why bother with the Mist Dragon?
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| Who cares? That loser had it coming.
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| Agreed.
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| Because it's funny. Why do you beat up Odin when you could have Morte do it?
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| Point. While that was funny -and- good for ratings, we now need a new father time. Orlandu?
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| Afraid not. I prefer to avoid old man stereotypes. However, the person who gave me the wonderful idea of using the Mist Dragon in the first place deserves the honor. Magus?
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| Ah, that's why you tagged along.
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| I'm a total badass who's mastered time, and I wield a scythe. What more reason do I need to be Father Time? *Adjusts gloves*
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 | He's so dready.
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| Fangirls. The last thing we needed here. I.. think that counts as Godlike. Can we move onto heavy?
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| I wouldn't bother. Maya accidently read a book about lesbians and promptly cast some sort of love spelll on Zeno, Alena, and Emily. They're all making out in the guest room.
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| Ugh. Pas.. where'd Ultros, Morte, and Odin go?
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 | Where do you think? To watch the action. I don't think they'll get by. Cristo grabbed a sword and is blocking the way. Ow. I tried to get by. Bad move. You wouldn't think a little priest with a sword would hit so hard.
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 | It's an ugly scene.
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| Typical. It's not like Ultros and Gilgamesh would have trouble getting by Cristo.
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| You'd think that. Apparently the sight of Alena making out with three women at once drove him insane.
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 | STAY AWAY FROM THE PRINCESS!
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| Like you can st- ARGH.
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| My spleeeeeeeeeen!
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| You don't have one idiot.. ARGH I NEED THAT ARM!
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| Heh heh.
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| So how much did it cost you to stick a camera in there and to pay for the madness pills for Cristo?
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| A year's salary. Money well spent, I have to say.
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| I'm surrounded by perverts. Speaking of that, where's your opponent? I saw Warlock come in with you.
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| Zzzzzz.
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| Some things never change.
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| Holy Explosion!
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| *Thud*
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| I hate old man stereotypes. Go on, Chisato.
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| Note to self, buy an Orlandu plushy. Onto light.
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 | Zzz..
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| ..I don't even feel like bothering. Do we have anyone else?
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 | Nice show, Nate. I'm sure you'll set record breaking numbers.
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| Rufus. How unpleasant of you to show up.
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| Still bitter about losing DL businessman of the year yours truly?
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| Bah. You bought that award and we both know it.
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| Your point?
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| None. Sounds rather like your being here. Either shut up or get out.
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| I have a match to promote, and wins to buy. Speaking of buying things, how about you sell this joke of a show to me? I could turn it around in less time than it takes Chisato to eat a thousand pack of bon-bons.
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| I'd kill you, but all of your fangirls would write to the show and complain.
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| Ha. So you admit I'm more popular than you. Just give it up and sell out to Shinra.
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| Who says I'm going to lower myself to that? I have a guest who has a rather large grudge to settle with you and Shinra for unleashing a certain silver haired bishy on Godlike and the world in general. Oh Magus. Would you mind beating the hell out of Rufus and throwing him off the set?
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| It'd be my pleasure. I have a few minutes before the ball drops.
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| You'll pay for thiiiiiis!
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| I can afford it.
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| That was some impressive verbal jousting.
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| I'll say.
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| Appreciated. I'll be sure to torment you slightly less next year.
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| I'll take it. Speaking of which, isn't it time for the ball to drop?
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| Just about. Chisato, go check up on things. Is Magus back?
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| I'm ready. Melville and the rest of the guests filed out to where we'll drop the ball. *Adjusts gloves*
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| Weren't they all gay a few minutes ago?
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| They were before they saw me.
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| And being guarded by a drugged up Cristo?
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| Oooh, Magus.
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| Damn, you're good.
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| I know.
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| Yep, we're all ready out here. Gadget Z's been loaded up.
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 | Beeeeeeeeeeeeep! Gadget does not approve!
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| That's a yes. So on behalf of what's left of the BtS crew, we wish you all a happy new year.
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| **************************LANDING PIT******************
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| WHY..WON'T..YOU..DIE?!
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| Roar! *Bite* |
Week 2 of Season 32 is upon us, Signors, and the Monstrous Pit is even more full of PASSION than I had hoped! Ay, this week will be a great one, with plenty of good matches for your voting pleasure. But first, perhaps you would like to see what went down last week in the Results Page?