Difference between revisions of "Return to Wiki City"

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{Open to the streets of Wiki City, wrecked over several years of decay and inactivity. The roads and the buildings are crumbling apart as nature has retaken this once bustling metropolis. The streets are lined with a variety of wild vegetation, with roots and leaves covering everything that touches the ground. The road is littered with abandoned vehicles, all in a state of disrepair. We zoom into a patchy area of tall grass near the sidewalk. The grass jostles around as a figure pops its head from underneath. This man is short, with an unusually blue complexion to his skin. Wearing a raggy and oversized green sweater, he steps out from the grass and loudly yawns while stretching his arms, as if he had just awakened from a large slumber.}

JCM: Woo-ey! I really needed that nap. I feel so fresh, so energized, so ready to take on the-...

{Zoom out.}

JCM: World?

{JCM blinks twice, before looking around at his surroundings.}

JCM: ...Nothing. It's all empty.

{JCM shrugs.}

JCM: Everybody must be on holiday at the moment. That is the only logical answer. Well, it's pretty early in the morning. I can't be a functioning human being without first having a functioning cup of coffee!

{JCM, blissfully unaware of the fact that the city has fallen apart around him, strolls around the corner to the Trobots Cafe, which is in a similar state of decay to the rest of the city. He goes in through the door and takes a seat at the front, ringing the bell to call for the waitress. Nobody comes.}

JCM: Must be a slow day today. It's okay. I can wait.

{An hour and a half later.}

JCM: Golly gosh, I have heard of bad service, but this is ridiculous! I am taking my business elsewhere!

{JCM storms out of the cafe, onwards to his next destination.}

JCM: I wonder how my dear friend Sephiroth is doing. I haven't talked with him for a while. Perhaps he has some coffee I can borrow. I still think he hadn't noticed that I borrowed his silverware...

{JCM walks a couple of blocks, towards the incredibly tall tower with the gigantic screens on top.}

JCM: How the heck did the city council even let him build this thing? I am pretty sure this breaks practically every building safety guideline there is!

{JCM walks through the doors of Seth H. Roth tower into the main reception area. Like Trobots, it is completely empty. The tower's interior is extremely lavish, with the walls and floors being made of gold and marble. The walls are decorated with several professionally painted portraits of Sephiroth in various heroic poses. JCM ignores the reception and heads on up, riding on several escalators to get to the top. About half an hour later, he arrives on the top floor, going through the doors into the penthouse suite.}

JCM: Hello? Seph, are you around?

{JCM goes further into the room, looking around for any other signs of life.}

JCM: Don't tell me that he went on holiday too. Ugh, this sucks! Why is everybody here always on holiday? Does anyone in this city even do a day of work? How does he pay for all this anyway?

{JCM starts looking through Sephiroth's belongings, going through his bookcase, his trophy stands, and the game collection for his Sontendosoft Wii360. As he flips through the game's catalogue, he hears a clicking behind him.}

????: Don't. Fucking. Move.

JCM: ...Wow. Did you just say a swear? I'll have you know that-

{JCM turns around to rant at the person behind him, only to have a shotgun pointed directly in his face. Holding the shotgun is an animal of small stature, and of similar unusual complextion to JCM. A purple platypus.}

ZIPPY: What the fuck are you doing here, you-... JCM? Is that you?

JCM: It depends on asking. Do you have any intention of shooting this "Jay Cee Em" in the face? If so, no, I am somebody completely different. If not, then maybe. It depends on whether you intend on shooting me anywhere else, like the p-

{JCM makes the "finger quote gesture" as he says "Jay Cee Em".}

JCM: If so, no, I am somebody completely different. If not, then maybe. It depends on whether you intend on shooting me anywhere else, like the p-

{JCM is unable to finish his sentence as Zippy quickly drops the gun and leaps forward to give him a massive hug. Tears are streaming down Zippy's face as JCM looks rather confused and bewildered at the situation.}

JCM: Is there a reason for doing this? I am highly uncomfortable right now.

{Zippy backs away as he wipes the tears from his eyes. He sniffs and smiles at JCM.}

ZIPPY: Heh, I'm sorry man, it's just.. it's been too long. I haven't seen you in ages, I didn't think you were one of the ones who made it.

JCM: Made what? Wait, was there a massive construction project going on? I didn't get an invitation...

ZIPPY: What? Are you telling me that you seriously do not know what happened?

JCM: Did Wall Street crash again? Is this what this is all about?

{Zippy facepalms.}

ZIPPY: Jason, you are the biggest idiot I have ever met. But man, I am just so glad to see you right now.

JCM: I assume from your tone that everybody isn't on holiday. What happened?

ZIPPY: I wish I had listened to Skull. He saw it coming a mile away. But I did nothing. We did nothing. And look what has happened because of it.

JCM: Hey, are you about to tell a story right now?

ZIPPY: Y-yeah, why?

JCM: Ah, alright. Can you like, do it in flashback mode?

ZIPPY: Oh. Um, yeah, sure.

{Zippy begins to narrate, as we segue into flashback mode.}

ZIPPY: It happened around five years ago...