Something new

It's about time to revive this site. I'm writing something of my own here... it's stupid and nerdy of me, I know, but I like it, so deal with it. Give me feedback... if this were really a play to be performed (which it's not), what would make it better? Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Here's the prologue and first scene.

FINAL FANTASY VI

PROLOGUE

Narrator: Long ago, the War of the Magi reduced the world to a scorched wasteland, and magic simply ceased to exist. 1000 years have passed… Iron, gunpowder, and steam engines have been rediscovered, and high technology reigns… But there are some who would enslave the world by reviving the dread destructive force known as “magic.” Can it be that those in power are on the verge of repeating a senseless and deadly mistake?

EVENT 1: NARSHE

            [Terra, Vicks, and Wedge stand in front of Tritoch, the frozen Esper. Vicks and Wedge wear imperial army uniforms. Terra wears civilian clothes, and on her head is a metal “crown,” a simple headband. She stares blankly at the Esper.]

Wedge: They said the Esper would be in a mine shaft… I guess they’re right. What do we do with it from here, though?

Vicks: We have to find some way to get it back to the ship. Maybe she can do something about it. [Indicating Terra]

Wedge: I don’t know… she was a lot of help with the town guards, though.

Vicks: I know… it’s frightening how quickly she got rid of them. She won’t attack us, will she?

Wedge: No, that slave crown on her head robs her of all conscious thought. We’re safe.

            [Terra takes a few slow steps toward the Esper.]

Vicks: Wait… she’s not supposed to be able to do that without us telling her, right?

Wedge: Right. This is weird.

Vicks: Maybe it’s the Esper. [Vicks walks up to the Esper, touches it, and is thrown backward. He dies instantly.]

Wedge: Vicks? What’s going on? Get up!

            [As Wedge kneels over Vicks, Terra reaches up and removes the crown from her head. She drops the crown and Wedge turns to look, but it is too late. Terra stretches out her hand, and Wedge suddenly clutches his throat in pain. He quickly dies. Terra turns to face the Esper again. She reaches out her hand toward it, then suddenly collapses.]

            [A flashback: enter Kefka, Gestahl, Leo, and Celes. They stand around Terra.]

Gestahl: Such a sweet looking child. It baffles me to think that such power resides within her.

Kefka: That power will be put to good use, Emperor Gestahl. [He picks up the crown.] When she wakes up I’ll put the slave crown on her. Then we can send her to Narshe. They say that a frozen Esper has been found in a mine shaft there. It’ll be interesting to see what happens from there.

Gestahl: My friends, we stand on the brink of a major breakthrough. In the days to come, we’ll witness a total revival of magic. It is our destiny, and ours alone, to take this mystic force and claim what is rightfully ours. With our new-found power, nothing can stand in our way.

            [Exeunt Kefka, Gestahl, Leo, and Celes.]

He looked around and saw no entrance to a ball or any fey-looking characters. He stood stumped for a minute, but then Spritz had an idea. Quickly he uncapped the marker and started to draw a limousine. He left one wheel with no hub cap and inserted his hub cap in that wheel, then securely bolted it in with bolts he drew on. Feeling quite confident he opened the car door and began drawing the insides. Drawing in three dimensions was a little tricky, but he was getting the hang of it, and who would mind if the passanger's window wasn't really a regular shape, or if the back seat looked more like a kidney bean than a bench? He drew in all of the luxuries he could imagine, and then got back out of the car, drew himself some keys, and headed toward the engine.

Spritz stuffed the letter in his pocket and continued down the road in the direction that the truck had left, marker and hubcap in hand. "Draw on your instincts?" he thought. He knew that he wasn't a very impulsive person. This would likely be a challenge for him.

Soon Spritz got tired of walking. He sat down on the side of the road and decided to try and write out his thoughts so he could better organize them. He pulled out the marker and the envelope. However, as he touched the marker to the paper, he realized that it really was a "magic" marker. The ink instantly burned a hole in the paper.

Suddenly three imps appeared before Sprits. They had with them small swords. "Who are you?" he asked them. "We are your instincts," they replied. "Draw your sword and prepare your shield. You must overcome us, your instincts."

With that, a battle ensued. It seemed like the imps were going easy on him. All of their attacks were easily blocked by Spritz's shield- the hubcap- but they were so fast when dodging his attacks that he could never touch them with the acidic magic marker. Every time he swiped at them and missed, a line of black fabric appeared in the air and fell to the ground.

Finally he hit one of the imps. It hissed in pain, and then all three vanished. He had a feeling he hadn't seen the last of them, though.

Spritz looked at all the fabric on the ground and remembered that he had to be dressed up for the Fey Ball. He decided it was worth a shot, and called upon his artistic skills to draw himself a tuxedo in the air. It appeared and he donned it.