Final Fantasy - The Rhodium Maiden Chronicles 007: A Hundred Lives, One Me

We meet again, hell on white. I never imagined comming back here, but here I am. *Tch* The memories are comming back, like the disgusting aftertaste of a bitter drink. Is this divine providence, or merely the fickle whim of music in the play of my life? The place I hate the most, the faces I want not to see again, an uncomfortable stay, a less than deserver audience, a meager and laughable production capacity, and possibly lasting repercussions and damage to an overally flawless career: I really hope the earnings are really worth all this investment in the end. If everything goes fine, thought, we will get even for this and everything, my little Buiteflou.

But first, I need to deal with that man. A conceited imbecile who thinks everything can be bought is truely deserver of pitty. How could he dare to put a prize to your existance?! Part of me regrets not having killed him in that very moment, but the bear knows how to play his cards, that I can grant him. We will have to use him, Buiteflou, if we want to get you back. He is a court buffoon, but the buffoon is the one closest to the king always, so he is the key to our wishes, until we get our hands back on that abomination and cast it into the oblivion where it belongs, but not before we use her to grant ourselves what we deserve so rightly, Buiteflou. It couldn't be any other way. Besides, now I have the means to find it. The prize was high, but no prize is too high when it comes to you, Buiteflou. Now, I just need to appeal to the greed of some dimwits to do the gruntwork. Here, I don't think that will be hard. After all, anybody on it's sane mind wouldn't dissmiss the chance to scape this hellhole.

And, speaking of such hideous things, it seems that "thing" has settled in this god forsaken town as well. Isn't this a carnival of cursed ones? I wonder what kind of debauched pleasure does that creature earns from acting out a mortal life she was never meant to have. Could it be that, in the likeness of children, gods also enjoy spending their time indulging in such frivolous enactments? Or is it that she derives glee from realizing how easily she can fool anybody around her and do as she pleases? How sick. And here I am, so gladly accepting the invitation to be part of this freak circus show with a suitable audience of people with the intelligence of a coconut. Is this how low your mamma has fallen to bring you back, Buiteflou? But, it doesn't matter: different to what that bastard thinks, no amount of disscarded pride, of platinium pieces, or material wealth can ever be enough amount to give measure to your value, Buiteflou, and your mamma is gonna do everything it needs to be done to bring you back and ensure the ones responsible for what happened suffer a thousanfold what you had to endure. You can rest assured on that.

But first things first. We need to turn this place in our favor, to our needs, Buiteflou and, for that, we need to deal with that man again. He wants to believe in a world where everything can be bought. Fine: let's make him believe he is right for now. We will play along with his game until the moment is right. The show must go on until the end of this play, my last play.

- Aanval Josie Ploegdogter Ouerigerf, Darfellan Opera Singer.