Welcome back, my friends. Are you ready for another tale of would-be heroes and grand quests? If that’s the case, then I have a real doozy for you this time. This story doesn’t just feature one hero. It features a whole lot of them, and more now than ever, subtle changes and decisions can affect your destiny in ways you cannot imagine, because this story plays for keeps. The impact on these decisions you make will be felt for generations to come. Because this is the story of…
PHANTASY STAR 3: GENERATIONS OF TWO-TIMING!
Prologue – I met her by the sea….
…well, ok, it’s mostly the same anyway, as you will find out.
Not to mention her dark bow of nefarious evil and… and long, dark hair of glistening beauty. And that dress, with its high split, revealing legs that just go on and on and on and… uh… *cough* … pardon me. I seem to have gotten a little sidetracked there. Anyway…
War! It kills people.
…
Um, anyway, yes, that’s just what happened. The war that left no survivors was eventually forgotten by… um, the people who survived, which makes no sense, but hey… who are we to split skulls over this? Instead, feast your eyes on this beauty, washed up on the shores of Landen, wearing naught but her pretty, blue-ish white dress and a head devoid of memories. Personally, I think amnesia is SO last century, but what do I know. I’m just the storyteller, after all.
When nobody is around to remember it, history becomes legend. And so it was with the story that lead to this..erm…story.. a story that almost didn’t come about due to the world almost being destroyed. But isn’t that always the way?
Or sometimes by your sword. Such was the case with our young hero, soon to be embarking on a story of his own. This young man is called Rhys, and he was the one who encountered the fair, blue-haired maiden on the shores of Landen.
“So I did what any red-bloo… uh, I mean blue-blooded man would do; I took her for my bride. Can you believe it? One minute I was walking along the fair shores of our land, and then… hey, where are you going? Pah! Peasants… they can be so rude sometimes.”
“Oh well, the wedding is upon me, so I better check myself. It’s a big day, after all. No better time to make a grand impression.”
“Boots and Garment. But verily, boots and garments fit for a KING! Which I will be one day, just you wait and see. And let’s not forget the really swanky babe I got waiting for me at the castle.”
“……”
“I swear… dad could at least have given me my allowance. It’s really embarrassing to be seen in our fair town without as much as a Meseta to my name. What does he expect me to do?”
“Well, I guess speaking with my subjects is a good way to kill time, not to mention a non-costly one. Anyway, Layans? Hah, stuff of legend. Not history, but legend. And who believes in that nowadays?”
“No, I was just dropping by. OF COURSE I’ll be staying here! I’m the goddamn Prince, after all. And I just scored a hot babe for a Princess. I predict we’ll be quite busy in our bridal suite in a little while, though, so don’t wait up for me… if you KNOW WHAT I MEAN?! Oh, ha ha, a little royal humor there. Hey, wait… where are you going?”
“Here we go again with this… legend mumbo jumbo. I’m getting wed, dude. In my own castle. There isn’t a cloud in my blue sky today, so please stop raining on my parade, dude.”
“Well, from what I can see, we should probably have made a better choice in construction worker for our path to the castle. I mean… from the gate to the castle doorway. How hard could it be?”
“…..”
“Either that, or we need to fire our gardener for doing such a halfassed job at mowing our lawn.”
“Yes, yes. My god, the four of you sound like my grandma. Nag, nag, nag. Besides, I don’t need you to tell me to go check on my lovely, smokin’ hot wife-to-be. This is what dreams are made of, gentlemen.”
“Oh, sure, but before that, we’ll be doing the Bridal Lambada. You might still remember your name, honeypot, but you’ll be shouting mine continuously tonight.”
“Uh… yes.”
“Ah, can you hear it? Those are the bells, and they toll for us. Let us go, my sweet. For tonight, we make our own legend.”
“I… just remembered some other words I had originally forgotten. I think it was… ‘second thoughts’. Yes.”
“Second thoughts? About me? How sweet. You’ll be having third thoughts soon as well. And fourths, and then…”
“Whoops, there’s another reclaimed word. ‘Oblivious’. And ‘relief’ too, oddly enough.”
“Anyway, we should go. Come, my honeypot.”
“I’ll… make a mental note to forget THAT word again as soon as possible.”
“Ooh, I’m getting all tingly inside. Or maybe that’s itchy. I should make a note to change my royal underwear more often. Hmmm. Or maybe that’s my socks. Steel boots can get so humid during the summer.”
“OH GOD HELP ME! HELP ME NOW!”
*whew* “Thank Laya…”
“Well, I do declare, I never saw THIS coming.”
“And by ‘forever’ I mean at least a couple of years. Like, even during winter. Because I don’t give up and I don’t give an inch… unless we’re talking about the wedding night DURHUR! But anyway…”
“Bah, who needs ‘rational’ when I’ve got my sword and my wits. Well… at least my sword. Except I haven’t got a sword. But that’s why I need the army, see? They’ve got lots of swords. Either way…”
“That’s right! I said it! I’m going out to find her. I’m bringing the army and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Then again, maybe there is.”
To be continued…