Post by Laralon the Mad Looter on Jun 14, 2003 12:15:31 GMT -5
Whoa! Slow down, mods. Don't lock/move/destroy/flame this thread QUITE YET. I know where the FF fanGAMES go. However, this is by no means a fangame. It's true. I'm using my...um...*superior* writing skills to WRITE my own Final Fantasy "game." Here's the introduction, which I might revise soon. (It's NOT LONG ENOUGH! AAAAARGH!)
Final Fantasy: Vision of Paradise
A lithe young man strode to the edge of a precipice upon the mighty Victory Mountain. His waist-length, white-gold hair blew like feathers in the wind, helpless but clinging on to the slice of freedom that they had left. As he stared at the sight below, he whispered, "It is...beautiful..."
Indigo eyes glowing, he leapt into the chasm under the cliff he had previously occupied. The man fell three hundred feet as he crossed his arms across his slender chest and folded his legs into a fetal position. Another one hundred feet, then our friend suddenly came into unusually close contact with the dusty valley floor. A loud and unceremonious thump resounded through the valley walls, the hollow sound echoing across the vast fault.
The stranger appeared to be dead from either the shock of the sudden landing or the fall itself, but suddenly and in a matter of seconds, he rolled over and picked himself up. A satiny black robe lined with gold, clean as ever and free of the dust that coated the very ground that it nipped, rippled as its owner walked toward a softly pulsing red light.
The man stared at the light. "No...it can't be..."
"I AM." the light flared up and engulfed the man. Laughter-whether it was the human or the being within the light's, we shall never know-echoed throughout the deep, dark Victory Valley.
Final Fantasy: Vision of Paradise
A lithe young man strode to the edge of a precipice upon the mighty Victory Mountain. His waist-length, white-gold hair blew like feathers in the wind, helpless but clinging on to the slice of freedom that they had left. As he stared at the sight below, he whispered, "It is...beautiful..."
Indigo eyes glowing, he leapt into the chasm under the cliff he had previously occupied. The man fell three hundred feet as he crossed his arms across his slender chest and folded his legs into a fetal position. Another one hundred feet, then our friend suddenly came into unusually close contact with the dusty valley floor. A loud and unceremonious thump resounded through the valley walls, the hollow sound echoing across the vast fault.
The stranger appeared to be dead from either the shock of the sudden landing or the fall itself, but suddenly and in a matter of seconds, he rolled over and picked himself up. A satiny black robe lined with gold, clean as ever and free of the dust that coated the very ground that it nipped, rippled as its owner walked toward a softly pulsing red light.
The man stared at the light. "No...it can't be..."
"I AM." the light flared up and engulfed the man. Laughter-whether it was the human or the being within the light's, we shall never know-echoed throughout the deep, dark Victory Valley.
