MediEvil 2 Episode 8: Greed is Good
I'm very sorry I haven't been able to reply to all your comments individually. Real life has been very busy for me lately. That doesn't mean I don't value recieving such lovely comments any less - if I didn't, I wouldn't put so much time and effort into making these stories. So if you took the time to leave a message on the last episode, thank you very, very much. I really do appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy this part just as much.
I'm very sorry I haven't been able to reply to all your comments individually. Real life has been very busy for me lately. That doesn't mean I don't value recieving such lovely comments any less - if I didn't, I wouldn't put so much time and effort into making these stories. So if you took the time to leave a message on the last episode, thank you very, very much. I really do appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy this part just as much. Atra: This place is nicer than I expected... Quite cheerful for a tomb. Vlis: I wouldn't get used to it...
Murk: She's right. I wouldn't expect Saint Bozalotsch to have too cheerful a home, considering her job.
Dania: The Judge of the dead... Atra: So... who was this Bozalotsch bloke?
Yarilo: Nu, Saint Bozalotsch is woman.
Atra: Really? Strange name.
Yarilo: Maybe for you. Sound pretty to me.
Atra: You have really strange taste. Murk: Saint Bozalotsch was the first saint chosen by Morena. That was over a thousand years ago.
Atra: Why was she chosen to be a saint?
Dania: She was special...
Murk: The details aren't that clear, but she was apparently born into a very rich family. The richest in Syever in fact. She married a rich husband, and when he died, she inherited everything he had. The she married another husband, and another. Each time gaining more money and power, until she was one of the most wealthy and influencial people in Omnia. But it wasn't enough. She levied high taxes on the people who lived on her land, bleeding them dry.
Grastion: Sounds like a wonderful candidate for sainthood. No wonder this country's in such a state.
Murk: I'm sure Morena had her reasons. Maybe as an example? Anyway, Bozalotsch was chosen and died soon after. Then she rose as a saint. ...And here we are. Atra: How did she die?
Vadamar: You sure you wanna know?
Atra: ... Hit me with it...
Vlis: Boiling oil.
Vadamar: That's gotta sting. Grastion: Uh. Surely you can see that a religion that elevates a woman like that to immortality is just a little - I struggle to find a better word - stupid.
Dania: What are Etain's saints like, Grastion?
Grastion: Much better than that. Ours are saints of honour and nobility.
Vlis: Such as...?
Grastion: Saint Morrigan the Sunmaiden, for a start. Or Saint Bors the Swordwielder and Saint Brigid the Shieldbearer. Then there's the three sisters, Saint Marian the Tactical, Saint Branwen the Truthful, and Saunt Maev the Fearless. And lastly, Saint Pwyll the Pure. Yarilo: 5... 6... Nu, that only make seven. I thought Etain has eight?
Murk: Yeah, he's right. Some priest you are, don't even know your own saints.
Grastion: Ugh, the eighth...
Atra: Saint Merovech the Gentle. He's a Lemondian. SOME priests aren't so comfortable with the fact that a Lemondian was chosen by Etain.
Murk: Bloody hypocrites. That's what bugs me about some religious people. You're so stuck in your own prejudices, you don't bother asking what your goddess thinks. Especially the HOL. I bet if Etain came down today and told your priests they were wrong, they'd argue with her. Hell, probably have her burned for heresy!
Grastion: I'm sorry, was that a lecture? Except I didn't realise you were trained in religious scripture. Oh, you're not? That'll be all your opinions null and void then.
Murk: Hmph. I don't have to be a priest to worship Morena.
Grastion: Then you stick with her and her riff-raff, and leave me to - Vlis: So... which way now?
Dania: I had a feeling it wasn't going to be so easy...
Vadamar: Who's up for flipping a coin?
Grastion: What's this book..? Yarilo: What it say?
Grastion: Looks like a religious text...
Atra: Are you going to read it, or are we just going to stand here looking at your shiny backside all day?
Grastion: 'And lo, for each man and woman, Morena doth choose the time of their departure from this world. It cannot be fought or struggled against, for it Must Be. And on the hour the spirit leaves the body with that last breathe, each of us great and simple will find ourselves at the gates of Morena's kingdom. And there stands Saint Bozalotsch the Judge. To Her right is the Gate of Redemption, to Her left the Gate of Tranquility. Saint Bozalotsch judges all. Those who are Good may pass through the Gate of Tranquility and find Peace. Those who are Sinful must pass through the Gate of Redemption. They must wash away their Sin and cleanse the Soul. In this way Saint Bozalotsch sorts all, through gates left and right, for the Eternal Glory of Morena.' Vlis: So it's telling us to split up?
Grastion: Sounds like it.
Vlis: That's always such a stupid idea.
Grastion: Wow, thanks for that enlightening input. But it doesn't look like we have a choice. So shush.
Vlis: Shush yourself, Golden Boy.
Atra: Now now, children. Don't throw your toys at each other. What were the options again?
Grastion: Well, it said 'Tranquility' on the left... Grastion: And 'Redemption' on the right...
Murk: Somthing tells me that guy never got to do much 'redeeming'... Atra: Right, well I'm going through the door on the left. I'm a good person. And I really don't like the sound of all that 'cleansing'. So that's me sorted! Everyone else? Grastion: Well, no offense to anyone or anything, but I'm an acolyte. That sort of makes me the best person here. I'm with Atra. Murk: Er, hang on a minute! Aren't we going to discuss this?! Look, no one wants to go through the door with the skeletonised doorman, but why should you two get first choice? That's not fair! Just because you called first and second dibs- Vadamar: I call third dibs!
Vadamar: Sorry, but there's no way I'm ending up like Sergeant Ribcage over there. I'm in for the easy ride. Murk: Well, aren't you generous...
Dania: I'll do it.
Dania: I'll go through the door on the right. Someone needs to, right? I don't mind volunteering.
Dania: The only thing is, it'd be nice to have some company...
Murk: But-... I-... Yeah, okay. I'll go with you...
Dania: Thank you!
Murk: Yeah, don't mention it... Murk: So what about you two? Gonna be selfish as well, or are you gonna do the right thing? Yarilo: I... Sorry... I go to left door...
Murk: Don't know why I expected more from a nosferatu...
Dania: It's okay, Yarilo. I don't mind.
Yarilo: Sorry... Dania: How about you, Vlis?
Vlis: Yeah, fine, whatever. I'll go with you and Murk.
Murk: Well at least someone has some integrity.
Vlis: It doesn't matter. We're all gonna die anyway. Might as well get it over with quickly. Atra: Okay, is that it?
Dania: I'm sure the paths will cross at some point. Good luck!
Vadamar: Yeah, thanks. Although I think it's you lot that'll need it!
Murk: You're not to far away to punch, Vadamar.
Vadamar: Whoa, calm down, Grizzly. Sour grapes ain't pretty.
Vlis: Are we going or what?
Grastion: Fine. See you, wouldn't want to be you.
*** Atra: Strange little room... Grastion: Not really my taste.
Atra: Grastion, one day I'd love to see what is your taste. Although I'd probably be blinded for life.
Yarilo: Ya nye ponimayu... Where is door out?
Atra: He's right... This is just a dead end. *CLICK*
Vadamar: What was that noise?
Atra: What noise?
Vadamar: I just heard something behind me...
Atra: Never mind, let's just get out of here. Vadamar: Hmmph... It won't open!
Atra: Stop messing around, Vadamar.
Vadamar: I'm not! It... won't... hmmmph... open!
Vadamar: Try it yourself! Someone locked it!
Atra: How are we supposed to get out of here? Grastion: Um... Looks like the door's not the only exit.
Vadamar: Oh great. I knew I should have gone the other way. Atra: There is no way I'm crawling through that! I am NOT good in enclosed spaces.
Grastion: You don't have much choice.
Atra: But... enclosed spaces...
Grastion: I just thought you didn't want to dirty up your dress.
Yarilo: Nu, I find something. Is another book... Atra: What's it say?
Yarilo: 'And yay do the souls of the Sinful prokeed through-'
Yarilo: Da, spasibo. '...proceed through the halls of Morena's underworld. Each of them strives to cleanse himself of his wrongs so that he may be worthy to behold the beauty of Her face. Through the Gate of Re.... Redemption these souls do travel, to the Halls of Sin. And to one of these Halls journey the Av... gmm... Avar... Avaricious, the Acquisitive and the Greedy. These souls crawl along the ground, never glancing at the world around them, so that they may see how little their earthly assets matter.'
Vadamar: Crawling along the ground, eh? Grastion: I'd say it's pretty clear what we're supposed to do.
Atra: I really, really don't want to do this...
Vadamar: Stay here if you want. But I don't see that door opening any time soon.
Yarilo: It not sound so bad. Here, I go first. Yarilo: See, is okay! Follow me, I make sure all is safe.
Grastion: I'll follow on. I mean, it's only a tunnel. Probably ends in a few yards. Vadamar: Look, if you're that worried, why don't I go after you. That way you won't get left behind or anything. And I can always give you a shove in the right direction if you need it.
Atra: That's nice of you... What's the ulterior motive?
Vadamar: Who said I had one? Aren't I allowed to just be nice?
Atra: ...You want to perve at my bum, don't you?
Vadamar: ....Dammit. Atra: You're disgusting. You do know that, don't you?
Vadamar: Do you want me to help you, or not? Cuz Yarry and Shirley are probably half way through that thing by now.
Atra: Ugh... fine! But I swear, if I feel a horn poking at my behind, it's getting snapped off!
*** Yarilo: This tunnel very long... Yarilo: But I not mind. This quite fun! Grastion: *Cough hack!* Oh, well I'm thrilled you're having such a whale of a time. Could you not get so much dirt in my face, though?
Yarilo: He he, eat my dust!
Grastion: Do you mind?! *splutter!* You two back there, hurry up! Don't dawdle! Vadamar: Thanks for the tip... Atra, you okay? Atra: Er, in a word... no!
Vadamar: You're doing okay. We've come this far. Just keep doing what you're doing. I've got your back.
Atra: That's what I'm afraid of. Ugh, the walls... it feels like they're moving in... Vadamar: It's just your imagination. Everything's fine. Just take it nice and slow, and stay calm.
Atra: Yeah, okay... I can do this.... Of course I can do this! It's fine. Nothing to be scared off. Just small spaces... where I might get stuck... and not be able to breathe... like a coffin... Aargh! Get me out of this place!
Vadamar: That's not calm, Princess!
Atra: No, you're right... Stay calm... Vadamar: Just do what I do. Picture a really nice view...
Atra: If you're looking where I think you're looking, you're getting a slap when we get out of here.
Vadamar: Promises, promises...
*RUMBLE* Vadamar: Whoa! What was that?!
Atra: The ground... it's shaking!
Vadamar: This ain't good! Quick, let's get moving! Atra: I... I can't!
Atra: I can't do it! I can't move!
Vadamar: What do you mean, you can't move!?
Atra: I can't do it! This is too much, I want to get out!
Vadamar: Then get a bloody move on! Vadamar: The tunnel's collapsing! We need to move, NOW!
Atra: Are you deaf or something!?
Vadamar: This is no time for a panic attack! If you don't get a move on, we're gonna be buried alive. So shift!
Atra: .....I can't do it!
Vadamar: I said ~Start moving, now!~ Atra: ~Yes, I....~ NO! What do you think you're doing!? I told you, I never want you to do that to me again! How dare you try and manipulate me like that!
Vadamar: Do you have any better ideas?!
Atra: You're not doing that to me!
Vadamar: What do you think I'm going to do, take advantage?! The tunnel is going to collapse on top of us! Atra: NO!
Vadamar: Atra! ....Look, it's just to get us out of here... That's all... Just to get you to move...
Atra: I'm not doing it!
Vadamar: If you want to die, fine by me, but you're not taking me with you. Now - Vadamar: ~Get a move on!~
Vadamar: I said ~Hurry up and get out of here!~ Atra: ~Yes, I'm hurrying...~
Vadamar: Faster, faster! Quickly! Grastion: Get out of there you two!
Yarilo: Quick, is falling!
Vadamar: I'm well aware of that! Come on!
Atra: ~Quickly...~ *BOOM*
*** Dania: This place is so creepy.... Why are there so many... dead people? Vlis: It's a catacombs. Sort of like an indoor graveyard.
Dania: So why is it here?
Vlis: Well, considering Saint Bozalotsch is judge of the dead, I'd say it's fairly appropriate.
Dania: Well I still think it's really unsettling... Murk: Don't worry. Anything tries to come after you, they'll have to deal with me first.
Dania: Thank you...
Murk: No probs. Gotta admit though, the idea of all this 'cleansing' has got me on edge... I wonder what's going to happen to us. Vlis: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that...
Murk: What do you mean?
Vlis: Well, think about it. I mean I could be wrong, but didn't that book say the nice gate was on Bozalotsch's left?
Dania: I think so... Why?
Vlis: Well, if Bozalotsch was facing the souls, then her left would be -
Murk: Our right! You mean you knew that all along?!
Vlis: Nah, only thought about it a few minutes ago.
Dania: So... this was the safe route all along?
Vlis: I could be wrong. Makes you wonder how the others are getting along... Murk: Yeah, well if you ask me, they deserve the hard route.
Murk: Well, they do... Er, Vlis? What are you doing?
Vlis: Looking for ingredients. This place is a goldmine... I wonder if there's any mummified toes about. They're hard to come by...
Murk: You mean, that's what you use for your spells...?
Vlis: Well really, Murk, what did you think witches' spells were made out of? Sugar and spice?
Murk: No, but... Stealing from the dead... that's wrong!
Vlis: I'd stop putting your foot in your mouth before you upset your girlfriend... Murk: Oh, Dania! That's not what I meant! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -
Dania: It's okay Murk, I know that's not what you meant.
Dania: Don't look so guilty! Really, I know you weren't being nasty. Vlis: *Mumble* Didn't mind me calling her your girlfriend, though. Ooh, a spleen! And I just ran out of those!
Dania: Aagh! Murk: What?! What is it?!
Dania: I... I thought I saw... No, don't worry...
Murk: What did you see?
Dania: I thought I saw it move... Murk: If he did, he won't be doing it again. Hurgh! Murk: You okay?
Dania: I'm fine, thank you. I was just being silly... This place, it's really creepy. Just my nerves making me think I saw something, that's all. It was stupid.
Murk: It happens to everyone. I always think I see things, like when I look in the mirror sometimes. Silly stuff. But none of it's real. Murk: Just stay close to me. I promise I won't let anything bad happen. Here, take my hand.
Murk: Yeah? Dania: ............
Murk: !............. Dania: Sorry! I shouldn't have done that!
Murk: No! Uh... not at all...
Dania: I just... I think you're really nice. I like you. That's all... Murk: I like you too!
Murk: Definitely! Vlis: Oh great. I so did not sign up for this. I wonder if it's too late to go back through the bad door...
*** Grastion: Everyone okay? Atra: Fine. Apart from nearly being crushed in tunnel the size of a matchbox, I'm wonderful. Oh, and having some wierdo taking control of my head like a puppet. Vadamar: Thanks Vadamar. You saved our lives, Vadamar. If you hadn't done that, both of us would have been squashed like cockroaches, Vadamar. In fact, you're my hero, Vadamar!
Atra: Get over yourself.
Grastion: To be fair, he did probably save both your skins.
Vadamar: Exactly. And what thanks do I get?
Atra: ....Fine. Thanks for getting us out...
Vadamar: There, wasn't so hard to say now, was it? I was starting to feel a bit underappreciated. Yarilo: You sure you okay? Not hurt?
Atra: Yeah, I'm fine, Yarilo. Honestly, just a couple of grazed knees and that's it.
Yarilo: It my fault. I go off fast, leave you behind. Should not do that.
Atra: Don't worry about it!
Yarilo: I not do that again, promise. I wait for you, make sure you safe.
Atra: You don't have to do that. Honestly, it's no big deal. Atra: So, where are we now?
Grastion: I just tried the doors. Locked.
Atra: Oh great. I am NOT going down any more tunnels.
Yarilo: This place is give me headache...
Grastion: Oh, and we've got company. Atra: Nice...
Yarilo: What happened for him?
Atra: Maybe he spent too much time in this room...
Yarilo: What is this box?
Grastion: I tried opening that too, but it won't budge.
Vadamar: Er, guys. There's another book here. Yarilo: Akh, nyet...
Grastion: What does this one say?
Vadamar: *Ahem* 'And so it came to pass, from the Hall of the Crawling Misers came one soul. This soul belonged to a man who had been very rich in life, but a churl. Now, his soul was cleansed. And lo, he stood before Saint Bozalotsch once more, but this time with a pure spirit.
'My Golden Lady' the man spoke, 'I have seen the error of my ways, and I thank you for allowing me to atone. I give you a gift. Since I have learned the true Value of things, I give my most Valuable possession to you. Yet it has no price. I keep it locked in a chest, in white cage. Some can be made of stone or glass, yet these are not worth a penny. The most valuable are given for free, and can be broken with a single word.'
The man spoke the name of the gift, and Saint Bozalotsch smiled. The Gate of Tranquility was opened.' Atra: A riddle...
Yarilo: Gmm... My Omnian not so good... I not good at riddles.
Atra: It sounds to me like we're supposed to say the answer and the doors will open. Grastion: I think you're right.
Vadamar: I think you can leave me out of this. Riddles aren't really my thing.
Grastion: I'm shocked...
Vadamar: Yeah, well, you can't have brains as well as beauty. That'd just be greedy. Atra: I have an idea! I think the man was talking about his wedding ring! Think about it... It makes sense!
Grastion: I'm not sure.
Atra: It's his most valuable possession, right? And someone always gives one to you. And it's priceless, because you can't just go out and buy one for yourself. Atra: What were the other clues again?
Yarilo: 'Locked in a chest... in a white cage...'
Atra: Yes, like the box you have when you propose!
Vadamar: 'Can be made of glass of glass or stone, but these are not worth a penny'.
Atra: Like fake gemstones! Grastion: I just don't think that's the right answer...
Atra: It all fits!
Grastion: Then what have white cages got to do with anything?
Atra: It's just one detail.
Grastion: I don't like it.
Atra: Urgh! You just don't like it that I got the answer and you didn't!
Grastion: No, that's not it at all! I just think we should try and think of something else! Atra: And what other answer do you have in mind?
Grastion: Nothing yet, but-
Atra: Well then, that settles it! The answer to the riddle is 'his wedding ring'! Vadamar: Er... That's not a good sound...
Yarilo: I really hope this noise is from your stomach...
Vadamar: So do I... Cadavers: Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrgh!! Grastion: What did I say? WHAT did I say?
Vadamar: They look hungry... Or angry... I'm not sure, with all the decomposition and stuff...
Atra: Okay... so maybe that wasn't the right answer...
Yarilo: They is coming this way! Cadavers: Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrgh!! Atra: Grastion, do something!
Grastion: Oh, now you want my help!
Atra: Just get rid of them!
Grastion: It takes time! It's not like one of your petty spells! And goodness knows if Etain can even hear me in this forsaken place! Atra: Well, give it a try! We'll hold them off!
Vadamar: 'We'? What am I gonna do, seduce them?!
Atra: Surprise me! Now come on, I'm not getting eaten in this place! Yarilo: Eat my boot, stinky!
Cadaver: Uuuuuurgh! Atra: Okay, hold on to your bums! I've got something for you! Atra: Terra infirma!!
Cadaver: Uuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Vadamar: Er, nice zombie!
Vadamar: You... you have pretty eyes...
Vadamar: ~Go away!~
Vadamar: Aaaaargh!! Grastion: Sweet Etain, Flower Maiden and Daughter of Battle, we pray to you in our time of need. We beg that you look upon us and grant us victory, and smite down these foul imitations of life. Return their souls to the underworld. Grastion: Undeath to death... Grastion: Earth to earth... Grastion: Ashes to ashes... Grastion: Dust to dust... Yarilo: That very impressive! Spasibo, Grastion!
Vadamar: Yeah, nice one!
Yarilo: You okay, Vadamar? You looked a lot scared!
Vadamar: What can I say, I'm a lover not a fighter. Atra: Yeah, um... Thanks Grastion...
Grastion: Don't thank me, thank Etain. For some reason she saw fit to spare your life. Don't know if I'd have been as gracious.
Atra: I got the wrong answer, okay? I made a mistake.
Grastion: No, it wasn't a mistake. You deliberately ignored what I had to say. As per usual.
Atra: Well, sorry... But it's not like you had any better ideas.
Grastion: Oh really? The answer to the riddle is 'his heart!' Vadamar: Yeah, I'm gonna say that's the right answer.
Yarilo: Me too.
Atra: Well, you could have said that before!
Grastion: If you'd given me another ten seconds, I would have!
Atra: Fine! I'm sorry okay! I should have listened to you...
Grastion: Just don't do it again. We're not all as stupid as you think.
Yarilo: Maybe except Vadamar...
Vadamar: Oh, I'm getting you back for that, Yarry...
*** Saint Bozalotsch the Judge: Ah, so you made it. I'm pleasantly surprised. I thought I was going to have more souls to judge today. Atra: Saint Bozalotsch, we are very grateful for your time. My name is-
Bozalotsch: I know who you are, and I know why you've come. One of the perks of sainthood is that you get some rather good connections.
Atra: Then will you help us? Bozalotsch: No.
Atra: What? But... why?!
Bozalotsch: I don't have the authority. I'm not a goddess. I serve Morena to the best of my abilities, and it's only she who can issue me with an order.
Atra: But... surely you realise how important this is? Bozalotsch: Oh, I do. And I also know about you. I'm impressed, you are quite an edacious child.
Atra: Excuse me?
Bozalotsch: Of course, you're no worse than any of your companions. But they hold no interest to me. It's you I'm concerned with.
Atra: Me? What about me? Bozalotsch: You want to ask Morena for help, right?
Bozalotsch: And you would like me to put in a good word for you on your behalf?
Atra: Yes! Please, it's really important!
Bozalotsch: Then ask yourself this: Why should Our Lady of Darkness help you? What makes you any better than the people you wish to stop? You are a spoilt brat. Grastion: Did... Did she just call Atra a spoilt brat?
Vadamar: Sure did. I like this Bozalotsch woman! Bozalotsch: Let me clarify. I do not wish to sound too harsh. But to ask for the direct intercession of a deity, especially Morena... That is asking for a lot. None of you are evil, but you have a long way to go before you are ready. Think of it in this way: if Morena was to help you now, what's to say you wouldn't make the same mistakes as the people you are trying to stop? That's a risk I'm not willing to take. Not yet.
Atra: What do you want from us? What can we do to show you we're ready? Haven't we done enough just to get here?
Bozalotsch: When I was a mortal, before I became a saint... I had everything I could want. I lived in luxury. All I desired was money and power, the best of everything. I charged the people on my land taxes so high, they could barely afford to live. I have no doubt that because of me, many starved or perished from the cold. Yarilo: Then how can you say we are not good enough?
Bozalotsch: ...That is the part of the story most people know. What they don't know is that I had an epiphany. Maybe it was Morena, or maybe I just saw the light. I sold everything I had, everything, even my own clothes. I wore hessian and string for a dress! As far as everyone knew, I had disappeared. I travelled incognito. And I gave away every penny I had to people who needed it far more than me. Bozalotsch: That is why Morena made me the Judge. Who better to know the value of things than someone who has had everything and nothing. ...In spite of myself, I like you Atra.
Atra: Thank you...
Bozalotsch: You remind me of myself. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but you have potential. That's why I want to give you another chance to prove yourself.
Atra: What do I have to do? I'll do anything you ask.
Bozalotsch: Pass one last trial. All I ask is that you escape my tomb. No one else matters, only you. If you make it, I will put in a good word for you. Of course, you will have to talk to the other saints, too. But you'll have my blessing. I wish you the best of luck.
*** Vlis: Okay, where are we know? Murk: Wierd place...
Dania: Makes a change from the catacombs, at least. What's that black stuff down there? Murk: I'm not sure...
Dania: It smells funny.
Vlis: *sniff sniff* Smells like...
Murk: Oil? Vlis: Hey, look over there! It's the rest of the losers! Vadamar: Oh, I don't like this...
Grastion: I take it we're supposed to jump across to the other side.
Yarilo: This is okay. Not so bad!
Atra: Is that... oil? Murk: Oi! You lot! Over here!
Grastion: Oh wonderful, the rabble.
Dania: Are you all okay?!
Atra: Wonderful! Are you all alright?!
Murk: We're fine! Now hurry up and get over here, we're sick of this place!
Vadamar: They are...? Yarilo: Let's go!
Atra: You're not seriously-
Yarilo: It's fine! I go first, show how it done. Is easy! Yarilo: HUP! Yarilo: See! You be fine! Now who next?
Grastion: ...I'll do it. Doesn't seem so hard.
Yarilo: I help!
Grastion: No thank you! I can do this on my own. Grastion: 3... 2... 1... Grastion: Uff!
Grastion: Let's see how you manage! Yarilo: You do well! Good jump!
Grastion: Yes, well... I am a member of the HOL, after all.
Yarilo: You go ahead, I help others.
Grastion: Sounds good to me.
Yarilo: So who next? Vadamar: I'll do it...
Yarilo: You be fine!
Vadamar: Yeah, yeah... I'm so gonna die... Well, here goes! Vadamar: Dont look down don't look down don't look down- Vadamar: I... I made it... Woohoo, I made it!
Yarilo: This was good jump! You be okay!
Vadamar: Yeah... yeah! You're right! Murk: Nice jump Vadamar! Only three more to go!
Dania: Come on Grastion, keep going! You're nearly there! Yarilo: Okay Atra, is your turn!
Yarilo: Don't be scared, I catch you. Atra: .... You should just go on ahead...
Yarilo: You forget? I promise, I wait for you!
Atra: You don't have to do that.
Yarilo: You jump now, or I come chase you?
Atra: Alright, I coming... Atra: ........... Atra: Umph!
Atra: Ah, sorry!
Yarilo: .....It....... It okay...... I say I catch you.....
Atra: I bet you didn't have this in mind though!
Yarilo: No.... Atra: Thanks for cushioning my landing!
Yarilo: Is my pleasure.
Atra: And... thanks for waiting for me. You didn't have to do that.
Yarilo: Nye problyema. Grastion: Come on, slow coaches! You're making this look hard! I've seen fleas jump further! *RUMBLE*
Yarilo: What is that?
Vadamar: I'm really starting to hate that sound today... Vlis: Is it getting hotter in here?
Dania: What's happening?!
Vlis: Oh Morena! The rocks! Vlis: They're collapsing into the oil! Atra: This is bad!
Yarilo: Come on, let's go, now! Idi! Vadamar: Why does this always happen to me?!
Yarilo: Go on!
Atra: Urgh! Grastion: COME... ON! Atra: On the count of three!
Yarilo: THREE!!! Vadamar: I... I made it? I made it!! Ha ha, I'm alive! Dania: They're not going to make it!
Murk: Sure they are... Come on, just one more! Yarilo: JUUUMP!!
Atra: IIIII AAAAAMMMM!!! Grastion: They're never gonna make it!
Vadamar: I can't watch! But I can't stop watching! Ah! Yarilo: AAAAAAAAARRRGH!
Atra: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! Vlis: Oh I can't look! Did they make it?! Tell me they made it! Atra: Yarilo! Take my hand! Come on! Yarilo: Uuurgh! It burn!! Atra, let me go! I pull you in! Atra: No way!
Yarilo: It not matter! Remember, only you need get out! Go on!
Atra: I said no! Yarilo: I not pull you in! Let go!
Atra: Urrrrr...... Shut.... Up!
Yarilo: I just nosferatu! I not matter! I have no family! You have family, you let me go!
Atra: For the love of Etain... Uuuuurgh... Shut UP!
Yarilo: I ALREADY DEAD!! Atra: No you're not! Now... Uuuurgh... Hold on!! UUUUUUURRGH!!
MediEvil 2 Episode 8: Greed is Good
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