The King of Fighters Maximmum Impact Story FAQ Version 0.2 Author: DJ Tigresa and MC Pantera Email: djtigresa@classicgaming.com and mcpantera@classicgaming.com Our websites: http://www.classicgaming.com/donkeykong, http://www.forumplanet.com/classicgaming/donkeykong, http://www.forumplanet.com/planetnintendo/goldensun http;//www.vgmuseum.com For more FAQs by us on GameFAQs http://www.gamefaqs.com/features/recognition/14516.html Extra FAQs not on GameFAQs in addition to the ones above http://www.classicgaming.com/donkeykong/gameguides.html ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Contact info: VXplosive(AIM), Torakira(AIM), djtigerbabe@hotmail.com (MSN–Tigresa), and blackpantherbabe@hotmail.com (MSN-Pantera). Disclaimer: All characters are the sole copyright properties of SNKPlaymore (snkplaymore.co.jp) Disclaimer 2: This FAQ is the copyright of Tigresa and Pantera Steel. 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You're free to use it in your FAQs ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Introduction -Character Stories in order -Athena Asamaiya -Kyo Kusanagi -Clark Still -K’ -Mai Shiranui -Terry Bogard -Seth -Maxima -Iori Yagami -Yuri Sakazaki -Ralf Jones -Ryo Sakazaki -Leona Heidern -Rock Howard -Chae Lim -Alba Meira -Soiree Meira -Mignon Beart -Lien Nievelle -Updates -Credits ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Introduction ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The FAQ/Movelist is in progress but we're submitting the story FAQ first. =============================================================================== Athena Asamiya =============================================================================== -Japan- During an afternoon lull, Athena enjoys tea time with her favorite Peter Rabbit tea set. As she pours her tea, it infuses the room with the tangy aroma of raspberry. She brings the cup to her charming mouth, and the pink tea gives a redder tinge to her lips. Athena: Aaah...this is heaven. There's nothing like a cup of tea with Peter. With the master, it alsways ends up being Chinese tea at tea time. Glancing at the picture that adorns her desk, she winks humbly. Athena: Well, then, time to check my fan letters. Her letters of admiration that arrive daily form an impressive pile on her desk. Athena: Let's see, this one's from a twenty-eight-year-old Freelancer. "You drive me wild, jumping beautifully with your haze streaming in the breeze... Marry me!" Athena: And the next one's from a 45-year-old businessman that says "Punish me with your Psycho Ball." Hmm, that's creepy. Athena: AH! This one has a drawing. Hmm..."I'm dying to see a collection of your swimsuit pictures. Please!" From Dream Boy, 15 years old? Athena sighs as she polishes off anotherfour or five letters... Athena: Gosh, these peaceful days of relaxation really are tedious... From outside the door she hears the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Athena's Mom: Athena you have another delivery. Athena: Thank's mom She gives her mother one of her best ingrating grims while taking the letter. Athena: Yes it's an invitation! I better get ready right away As she pulls out her well-worn travelling shoes, Athena thinks: (Having time off once in a while is nice, but I'm more suited to a life of excitement.) Athena: There we are! I'm set! I am so psyched for this! =============================================================================== Kyo Kusanagi =============================================================================== A sunny afternoon. If it were a weekend or holiday, the energetic chatter of the youth baseball team would be enlivening the open lot of the riverbed. On weekday afternoons, on the other hand, people are few and time slows to a standstill. A man stands in the center of the field, grimacing up at the sunny, blue sky above... Not a cloud could be seen in the sky, just an unending expanse of azure. Kyo: Whereever I go, they always track me down.... And because he happens to be Kyo Kusanagi, the weight of his words are even greater. Kyo: Some new incident is afoot... He grips his invitation to the tournament in his right hand. Kyo: The only product of this being able to put my abilities to the test once more. It's another trial thrust before him. His closed eyes open slowly...transformed to a steely glare of a fighter. As he heads out, he assumes the gait of a child anticipating a pleasant surprise awaiting him at his destination. =============================================================================== Clark Still =============================================================================== Clark has gone through his morning routine: his usual breakfast and a trip to the mailbox to get the newspaper. Peering through the mail box, he spies a regimen glitch - an envelope awaits him under the morning paper. Checking the contents, he discovers that it's an invitation to this year's KOF. (I'll be getting a call from Ralf in about five minutes...) He thinks as he heads back to his living room with the envelope and a pained grin. Precisely five minutes later, the phone rings. The familiar voice on the other side of the line is a shrill bark: Ralf: Hey, did you get it yet? Clark! Get out to your mailbox. The invite's gotta be there! Clark: I just got back from it! Ralf: Oh! You did? Was it there? Clark: Yup, I got it. Ralf: Well then, get crackin'. I'm off to the gym for training. See you in three days. -click- They each hang up and Clark mutters, Clark: Yes, sir. =============================================================================== K' =============================================================================== A downtown corner. A series of tenements line the streets that look to be 40 or so years old. The sinless voices of children bounce playfully off the tenement walls. K' sits at the corner where the shadow of a building blocks out the sun. In the darkness this deep shadow makes, the right hand of K' seems to glow red. K': This place gives me the willies. As he mutters this, K' focuses his attention on some children enjoying hoops. K': Just how long do you plan to hang around here? He bangs his fist into the wall against he leans, a futile attemp to lash out at his irritation. The resulting pain shoots up his arm, the only thing seeming to provide fleeting respite. The cause if his consternation arises from his inability to contact Maxima for two days. [flashback] Maxima: I'm outta here-I've got promises to keep. K': Whatever K' replies curtly as he stares blankly out of the bay window by which he sits. Maxima: We're leaving when I get back. until then gather your things and stay put. K' turns his gaze from outside the window to face Maxima. K': is something going down I should know about? Maxima: Uh, I'm not sure. But there's something I have to check on. K': You be good. With that final message, Maxima was gone. [end flashback] Two days have passed since then. K', returning alone to their, sees Maxima has not returned and plops himself down on the sofa. he stretches out his right hand, staring at the ceiling between the gaps of his fingers. A cloud of loneliness enshrouds him. Maxima: I'm back! And I've got ice cream for my good little boy. The door bangs open along the booming voice. K' jumps up startled and snaps, K': This is no time for ice cream. Maxima: Act like this butter pecan and chill, dude! We'll split after we scarf this down. K': I'm all set now. Snarls K' But in his hand, he holds Maxima's chilly treat of a souvenir. =============================================================================== Mai Shiranui =============================================================================== The afternoon of a day off... Mai Shiranui is taking a rather late lunch alone in a cafe. The weather is exceptional. The gentle sunlight streams through the window. Mai idly observes the passers-by. Mai: i wish I was out there enjoying myself like everyone else... Glancing around the cafe, she notices it's full of couples. Mai: Aaah, Andy and I should be out on a date today, too... Mai imagines her date with Andy... Their rendezvous would be in front of Mai's favorite variety shop. Then after a little shopping, lunch. After enjoying a leisurely lunch, it's off to a movie - a chick flick, of course! Following the movie, dinner at a resturant from which they would be able to take in the beautiful night view-ah now that's perfection... Waitress: Pardon me, may I remove these empty dishes? Whrenched back to reality by the waitress's voice, Mai gives a slight nod. Mai: Tsh, Tsh. I'm not myself today, spacing out like that. She checks her watch and sees that it's almost three. Mai: Well, I'll guess I'll head to Andy's dojo. This is the only chance I'll have before training for KOF. I suppose I'll just have to drag that guy out with me-and I will not take no for an answer. Snatching up the receipt from the table, Mai raises from her seat. A warm breeze blows through Mai's black hair when the glass door opens and she heads outside. Mai lets out a little giggle as she imagines what is about to happen. Mai breaks into a prance as she heads off to meet Andy. =============================================================================== Terry Bogard =============================================================================== A lonely motel rises out of the desert sands. it has been almost six months since Terry has taken up residence here... No one is evident in front of the hotel, all seem to be fleeing from the afternoon heat. As terry looks out from the window, a knock is heard at the door. Terry opens the door to find the hotel manager's daughter. Terry: Hello, Renee. Renee: This...came for you... Renee timidly extends the envelope. Terry: Much obliged. The girl smiles when Terry takes the letter and she leaves. Terry, back inside room, takes a seat on his brd of rusty springs and opens the envelope. Terry: So it's going to be in Southtown this year, eh? As he murmurs this, he lies back on the bed... As he stares up at the ceiling, he becomes lost in thought. (I bet things sure have changed in the old neighborhood...) And then, Terry, eyes still closed slowly rises from the bed. Turning his gaze to clock placed at the head of the bed, he sees it's almost four o' clock. Terry: If I don't start heading back, there's bound to be trouble... Terry thinks about Rock whom he has left at home. Terry: It's time to bid farewll to my little sojourn,,, Muttering this, Terry takes up his single, very broken-in backpack and heads out the door. Terry fades into the landscape, tinged blood-red by the setting sun. =============================================================================== Seth =============================================================================== The hands of the clock indicate eleven o' clock. There's a single desk with a lamp burning in this deathly silent office. On the other side of the desk, a figure who seems to be its owner sits. The face of the shadowy figure with necktie loosened is illuminated by the light. As seth takes a swig of cold coffee, his gaze comes to rest on the documents piled up on his desk. Seth: That's one big stack of paperwork... He mutters this as if it's a mantra and picks up a photograph. A lone man appears in the picture. Seth: This neck wound must be the reason for him being known as hell's executioner, I guess. Now that fate's gone, the ball is in my court. The reception alarm on the fax machine pierces the silence of the office... The report spat out by the fax machine notes reveals that "ADDIS" is connected with the upcoming KOF tournament. Seth: HO, HOH! An opportunity I wouldn't dream to hope presents itself, I see. Mutters Seth as he reclines in his chair. His eyes come to rest on a photograph of his family. Seth: This is going to be a dangerous job,,, The clock strikes two in the morning...Tonight, Seth's lamp will be pulling an all nighter. =============================================================================== Maxima =============================================================================== Maxima saunters down a footpath lined on both sides with meticulously tended plantings. As the sun begins to sink, Maxima enters a strong gate, and there is a nary a hint of anyone around. The place Maxima is visiting is a graveyard - litterally. A number of tombstone blaze red with the light of the setting sun as Maxima continues his leisurely walk. Maxima comes to a stop in front of a particular grave. Wilting flowers remain in frot of the tombstone - the bouquet Maxima had placed here several months ago. Maxima: Hey I'm back! Maxima speaks to his friend who rests below the tombstone. He kneels before the tombstone, placing a new bouquet beside the withered bunch. Maxima: I suppose you'd rather have some babe doing this, wouldn't you? Maxima chuckles towards his friend's headstone. As the time quietly slips away, Maxima lingers in front of the gravestone... he seems to be enjoying a wordless conversation and stands up. A wind suddenly whips up. The trees begin to shake and Maxima hears in the breeze, (Thanks for coming, buddy, I enjoyed it.) Maxima: I'll be back. With that reply, Maxima leaves. =============================================================================== Iori Yagami =============================================================================== At this "Live-house," where the world of light intersects with that of darkness, a wave of people seem to writhe in the sonic sea of a furious rhythm. In this throng loiters a red-haired man, sticking out like a zit on a fashion model's face. It's Iori Yagami, and the simile fits. The undulating wave of people seems to engulf him and its constituents appear to be worshippers offering their prayers to their deity. The beat is the prayer, leading the "faithful" into a deeper reverie, Iori, lingering in the midst of this, does not move, appearing to be meditating in his hushed world. Before the prayer reaches its climax, Iori's mouth moves faintly. Iori: This...is my destiny... With these words, the live-house transforms into a jet-black void. In the following instant, the venue is awash in a brilliant light in which Iori is nowhere to be seen... The live-house, its God no longer present, reverts to mundane reality... =============================================================================== Yuri Sakazaki =============================================================================== Yuri: We sure seem to be in the midst of a health food boom, I see. Yuri mutters to herself as she pages through the latest cookbook. At the dojo, her older brother is training a measly class of three students. Yuri: Whole grain rice?! That's just common sense here in the Sakazaki home. We only have white rice five or six times a year-for the festival of the dead, New Year's, and each of our birthdays. Yuri continues to mutter to herself as she leafs through the cookbook. Yuri: OH-HOH! A recipe for a sea bream rice in here! Now that looks so yumskies! I'd like to try it just once. Just as her excitement peaks, she senses someting being placed in the mail slot. Yuri: I hope that's to notify me if I won the lottery I entered. She opens up the mail box to find a single letter inside. Yuri: I-It's an invitation to KOF. Great, but things are a little tight now- money-wise. Yuri continues her solitary conversation in front of the mailbox. Yuri opens the envelope and reads the letter. Her expression verging on tears instantaneously transforms to one of elation. Peaking into the envelope, she confirms the presense of airplane tickets inside. Yuri: All, right! We are out of here! And if we win, we're sure to get more students, and if that happens-Yes! Tonight we're having a sea bream rice! Rushing back into the house, she scoops up her wallet and bursts into the dojo. Yuri: Ryo! KOF Invitation! Plane tickets! Tonight we feast! And as the gibberish fades, Yuri is out the door. =============================================================================== Ralf Jones =============================================================================== Ralf has been on top of the world since morning. Last night, victory: he was able to outbid everyone on a net auction and get the "Legendary Knife" he had been searching for. Ralf: I have to get a suitable case to show off my 1979 Buzzard. After my four year quest, it's finally mine! Like a bear in a cage, Ralf paces his living room. Then Ralf, spying a delivery truck in front of the house, heads for the entrance. But the delivery is carried next door. Ralf: For the neighbors? Major letdown! Ralf Heads to the kitchen and takes a beer out of the fridge. Ripping off the cap, he gulps the contents down as if he was in a beer commercial. "Bing Bong" chimes the doorbell. Wiping the foam from his mouth, Ralf opens the door. The next-door neighbor Mrs. Jackson eclipse the portal. Mrs. Jackson: Hello Mr. Jones. Finally back home. Mrs. Jackson giggles, jiggling her massive frame. Ralf: What can I do for you Mrs. Jackson? *bites down hard on the name* For Ralf, this visit is akin to a bout of trench foot. Mrs. Jackson: Oh, don't be so standoffish. After I watched over this while you were out. The woman presents an envelope to Ralf. Ralf: Thank you. Sorry to have troubled you. Mrs. jackson: Oh, it was no trouble at all. We are neighbors after all. The massive frame jiggles yet again. Sensing that at this rate she would never leave, Ralf blurts out. Ralf: I'm awfully sorry, but I think the pizza I just put in the oven is burning. Excuse me. Getting rid of the stereotypical neighbor, Ralf opens the letter. An invitation to KOF. Ralf punches the speed dial and Clark picks up. After the one-sided conversation ends, Ralf smacks the receiver down on the hook and heads for the kitchen again. Ralf: This calls for a toast! Ralf plucks another beer from the fridge and empites the bottle with a solitary toast. =============================================================================== Ryo Sakazaki =============================================================================== Ryo: Whiplash Blast! Shouts Ryo as the body of a man is simulataneously routed by a rain of punched and is pinned up on the dojo's wall. Unable to guard against the onslaught, the man slammed against the wall releases a small groan and goes rigid. Ryo: OK, next! Shouts Ryo as he tightens up his loosened obi belt But no one dares to challenge Ryo. He surveys the crumpled forms on the floor Ryo: h-Huh? At last Ryo comes to realization he's just pummeled his only paying students. Ryo: Uh-Oh. Guess I overdid it a little. Ryo scratches his head in embarrassment as he regards the fallen. Ryo: I suppose I just got worked up-shouldn't have been thinking about my next competition. Ryo earnestly reflects on his blunder. Five minutes later, after his students have left, Ryo sits alone in the dojo. Ryo: i sure would like to go up against some real competition. Ryo: *whispers to the shinto alter erected in the dojo* Sure, this dojo's important, but I'd rather be putting my abilities to a real test. At that moment, yuri bursts in, screaming her head off. Yuri: Ryo! KOF invitation! Plane tickets! Tonight we feast! And off Yuri goes. Ryo: That's my sister, incoherent and soft-spoken as ever. Ryo, taking up the envelope she has left behind, shares in Yuri's hapiness. He presents the precious invitation to the altar and Ryo claps his hands together in prayer. (All of life is but a one big trail) =============================================================================== Leona =============================================================================== The rain stops at the clock's hands round two in the morning. Stars are dimly decipherable between the gaps in the clouds, highlighting the beach. A figure crouches in the shadow of a beached drift timber. The figure surveys the beach with night-vision goggles, and finds nothing. There is not even a trace of the four team members who should have reached the meeting point at the boulder by now. (figure later revealed to be Ryan): Confirm landing site. Requesting verification of current position. But there is no response. This is supposed to be a simulation, but this anomaly sets the figures heart racing. Then just as he senses someone coming up behind him, a blade comes to rest on his neck. Leona: Private Ryan, There's no saving you now. The voice of the assailant that intones these words is unemotional, downright bone-chilling. It's blue hair whips about the salty, sea breeze. Leona gently pulls the knife away from Ryan's throat. Ryan: I just realized how lucky I am to be on your side. Ryan massages his throat: it still feels like the cold steel remains. Leona: Don't be. If I ever get the order to terminate you, I'd do it without batting an eye. Ryan can't help smiling nervously at Leona's comment. Leona: *whispers into her headphones* Mission accomplished. And on cue, four figures come slogging towards the couple, giving more reason for Ryan to fear Leona's abilities. A transmission comes over Leona's headphones. Heidern?: Well done. I've sent out a recovery team. Hurry back. Your next mission is to enter KOF. Leona: Sir Yes Sir As Leona replies, she stares into the black water sea. Along with the noise of the rotors above comes a blinding light that shines on Leona. Subsequently Leona boards the helicopter and salutes the five figures standing blankly at attention. =============================================================================== Rock Howard =============================================================================== "SQUEEEEAK." The sound of a marker striking off another date on the calender breaks the silence. RocK: Jeesh! Just when does that clown plan to get back here. Nothing bad about a little trip now and then but a phone call once in a while wouldn't hurt. Rock faces the cap he had gotten from Terry, chiding it as if scolding a child. Rock: Looks like it's hamburger again tonoght... As if Terry could return at any moment, Rock has stocked the ingredients for his guardian's favorite meal. Rock stirs the meat around in a sufficiently well heated frying pan. infusing the air with a fragrant aroma. Rock, never one to carefully prepare this dish, turns the flame down once and plops on the lid, seemingly discouraged over preparing another meal for just one. Leaning up against the sink, Rock blankly stares at the marked calendar. Terry: Hey your burger's burning, kiddo! Rock is oulled from his trance by this voice and frantically turns off the gas, then removes the lid. Rock: Youch! Rock slings the heated lid into the sink. The owner of the voice leans up against the doorway, arms crossed and smiling. Rock: T-Terry, You're back. Rock snaps, attempting to conceal his hapiness. Terry: Yep. Sorry to have left you here so long. Terry walks by Rock, Looks into the frying pan and then pats Rock on the head: Terry: By the way, was this piece of charcoal meant to be tonight's dinner? The sarcasm is not lost on Rock. Rock: N-No, this is...a disaster. Terry seens to be amused by Rock's irritation. Terry: Rock, i got an invite to KOF. Care to join me? Rock's grim visage begins to crack and eventually breaks out into a smile at Terry's invitation. Terry gently pats Rock's nodding head. =============================================================================== Chae Lim =============================================================================== "Kuman!" (Stop!) The voice reverberates through the dojo. Suppressing their gasps, the two athletes on the left and right bow. Chae Lim: Sugo Hashossum Nida (Well done.) Girl: Master Lim! It was our honor. A rosy-cheeked girl tosses Chae a white towel. As Chae catches the towel wafting down, a loud cheer echoes through the dojo. Sonmi: You still have a way with the ladies, I see. The approching comrade with the ironic smile is Chae Lim's buddy Sonmi, the opponent she had just been up against. Chae Lim: Yup...But I'd rather be having my way with the guys. Sonmi: The chicks dig you because you're so manly. Chae Lim: Is that so...are you implying that I lack femininity? Sonmi: So you've finally realized that? Chae lim: I knew it! Lim and Sonmi continue to go at each other...the volume of the onlooker's cheers caries with the complexities of their moves. Choi/Chang?: Lim! Master Kim is calling for you! Chae rushes to meet Kim. Chae Lim: Chae Lim at your bidding. her voice cracks a little from nervousness. Kim: That last match was quite impressive. Chae lim: OH! Thank you very much. Chae stands petrified, a cramped smile on her face. Kim: The reason I called you here is I want you to take my place in a certain competition. How about it? Feel up to the challenge? For an instant, Chae's pupils dilate. Chae lim: Y-Yes! I would be honored to accept. Good. You leave this weekend. prepare yourself. Well, get going. Lim bows deeply to the departing Kim. Sonmi: Yes! Lim! It's your debut on the international stage! Sonmi tries to speak to his friend...but Lim does not respond. Chae lim: ...In pace of Master Kim...Perhaps...I'm going to...that competition? Lim remains frozen in a daze. =============================================================================== Alba Meira =============================================================================== The tears of heaven fall incessantly from an ashen sky... A lone figure stands in an alley, slightly off a deserted street. The man with the impressive white bangs continues to be pelted by the rain... Ann: *holding out umbrella to Alba* so here you are. I'm worried about Soiree. We should go back. Alba: Not yet...I must remain here. You go back ahead of me, Ann. Ann: I understand...Alba Ann is engulfed by the falling rain as she disappears into the gloom. Alba remains alone. If only he hadn't gone alone... Alba: Fate, what should I do...? All I can do now is watch as the downtown comes under his dominion.... of course, you cannot answer me. The rain, apparently, seems to lighten up. Alba looks up to the sky. Alba: I'm no longer at an age where I need your protection. Still unable to cope with Fate's absence, Alba cracks a smile. Alba: I'll bring this to a desireable conclusion with my own two hands. I'll obey everything you taught me, so rest in peace. With this resolution, Alba begins to move. The journey to carry out some dangerous negotiations is now underway. =============================================================================== Soiree Meira =============================================================================== Soiree is searching high and low for his brother, Alba. A fearful premonition spurs Soiree on. Soiree: Where are you? Where in God's name are you, Alba? He's checked everywhere Alba would presumably go...but he's nowhere to be found... Soiree: No, No. He can't have gone up against him! Soiree begins to run.... At a corner of a block of warehouses, Alba stands in a small cul de sac. A behemoth of a man obstructs his path. The man's face is veiled by the nighttime darkness. But the scar on his neck offers sufficient proof of the lethality of his opponent. Soiree: **calls out from behind his brother** ALBA! At that instant, a flash emits from his back. Soiree watches as Alba slowly crumples to the ground before his eyes... Soiree sits up in his bed. Soiree: A dream...it was all just a dream...? A cold sweat flows from Soiree's hands...Rosy fingered dawn summons the sun from the horizon. Soiree: That dream will not happen. I can't let Alba suffer's Fate's demise! With my own hands, Alba will be saved. Soiree has quietly made his decision.... =============================================================================== Mignon Beart =============================================================================== This room, illuminated by the glow of candles, is the very picture of a fairy tale witch's chamber. ountain of thick books are heaped all around. Bottles of creepily colored liquids are placed in no particular order... Mignon: AH! Here it is! The owner of the voice is none other than Mignon Beart. Mignon: This is the book. Whew! I could have sworn my mother tossed out. Walking softly so as not to topple this tower of piled books, Mignon reaches the front of an antiquated desk. Mignon: With this spell, I should be able to use the "writing" spell for sure. Mignon's hand stops at the desired page. Mignon: This, this is it. Well, let's give it a shot. Mignon takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes. She slowly clasps her hands before her breast and gathers her concentration with a brilliant light emits from her clasped hands. The light disappears in an instant... Mignon: Aaah, I failed... I can't see a thing. I guess I'm not ready for it, Grandma, Mignon hugs herself, staring at the frame on the desk that contains an old picture. It seems as if tears are falling from her closed eyes... Mignon: *to herself* Everyone knows failure. If you keep on trying, Mignon, you will become as fine a witch as your grandmother. As your grandmother said, a healthy body houses real strength, and while study is important, you cannot succeed with a frail physique. That's it. Mignon lacks a body, and that is why you fail, Come to think of it, father received an invitation to KOF in a recently delivered letter, I'll enter that competition and if I win, it will mean I have the strong body that's needed. I'll have to visit father right away. Mignon reaches the solution to her problem as she gazes back on the photo frame. (Grandmother, Mignon will prevail, Watch over me.) Mignon, now leaving this room, resolves not to return here until the competition is over. =============================================================================== Lien Neveille =============================================================================== The setting is a crowded little cafe at lunchtime. Each customer shouts out his own particular order... The eatery's owner has had it... Owner: I'd give my left arm for some sophisticated clientele. With a sigh, he directs his gaze towards the entrance. A woman elegantly opens the door and enters the establishment...this cafe even with the highest praise would not be referred to as a resturant, the appearance of a woman turns this dump into the runway for the pairs collection. Her gorgeous blond hair makes her face reminiscent of Greek sculpture even more prominent. She is a veritable muse with the proportions of a super model. The only sound in the shop is the clicking of her heels on the linoleum... The men in the eatery sniff up her scent voraciously. Lien: May I have a bagel with a slice of tomato, and a cup of coffee please? The owner, unable to release his gaze from her exquisite lips, takes three seconds to respond. Owner: One hole with red in it! For the lady! The worked-up owner is unaware that his voice sounds like a prepubesent boy. The woman offers him a smile as she takes her order and leaves the shop.... When the cafe returns to its usual din, a man who has been nursing several drinks remarks, Man: That woman was no goddess. She's death herself...She;s the assassin Duke hired to kill Fate. Her name is, I know this...Lien. The man's tale silences the shop once again... All the men share this single thought... Man: If that babe was death itself...Death may not be so bad... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- UPDATES ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10-14-2004: half the characters done 10-15-2004: finished. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CREDITS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SNK for making the game and for the story.