Bahamut:
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Just for you.
Sephiroth had always prided himself on his big sword. Sure, it was impractical, but damn it was badass. It had become like the brother he had never had. Well, unless you count all the countless JENOVA clones. Obviously, he was most aggrieved to find it missing when he came to give it its mid-afternoon polish.
"Hello?" he called out. "Which one of you no-good traitors took my sword?"
Silence.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, OKAY? IF HE DOESN'T GET POLISHED HE'LL GET CRANKY!"
A tear began to trickle down Sephiroth's cheek. What would Massy do without him? He'd be all alone, and frightened.
"Here I am, Sephy!" a voice from behind him yelled.
"Massy!" squealed Sephiroth, seeing something glinting behind him. "Wait...YOU! What are you doing with my massy?"
"Beating the final boss. HYAH!"
"...stupid n00b. Didn't you ever play FFVII? Only I (and apparently Tifa) may use my masamune!"
"Oh.. You're right. In that case, enjoy." A group of mystical knights appeared. "Mimic time, baby."
Sixteen hours and a bajillion hitpoints later, Sephiroth was dead.
Who could've committed such a terrible crime? And would they go on killing? It's up to the town to find out!
Sephiroth, Vanilla Town, spent half of the night being killed by Knights of the Round and has only just died.
NOTE: This is just a flavour kill. Sephiroth isn't an actual player.![]()





