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  1. Darkcloud
    In a nightclub, not far from the most active part in the magical kingdom, a magical microphone (ironically named, “Mike,”) pops down from his perch and delivers a message from the clubs sponsor, in a rather upbeat manner. The product, displaying a familiar witch, is showcasing a more disturbingly familiar apple.

    “Pete’s evil plot provided by: “Evil Witch Sleeping Apples!” With the active magical ingredient, appletonin! Fast acting, effective relief of wakefulness is only a bite away! Evil Witch Sleeping Apples!”

    As Mike delivers his line, the picture of the familiar witch comes to life, and begins to speak in a disturbingly happy tone, “One bite, and you’re out like a light! Mmhmhahahahahaha!”

    “Wake-Up Kiss sold separately.” Mike quickly adds in. As quickly Mike delivers his final line, the spotlight shifts from him, to a more familiar, recognizable, and overwhelming famous figure. Dressed in a stage suit, minus a bowtie, Mickey Mouse needed no introduction to get the crowd going…even if he was only delivering the final curtain.

    “Ha! That’s all for today! See you cool cats real soon!”

    The band played their instruments, and the audience roared in cheers as the curtain swept over the stage of the nightclub, and the room faded to black. For a moment, it seemed the world could end on this one moment…

    “Aaaaaaand…CUT! ALRIGHT EVERYONE, THAT’S A WRAP! GREAT JOB, EVERYBODY!!”

    The curtain opened back up again, and Mickey began walking towards the end of the stage: tired, hands in pockets, but satisfied with the performance of the day. As he made his way to the end of the stage, and pleasantly jumped off it, the background behind him began to fade away. Stage hands and behind-the-scenes-people of unknown names and titles quickly began to disassemble and relocate the stage for the filming of the next show. The quickening of assembling and dissembling was enough to tear away any remaining magic leftover from the show. Mickey smiled slightly. He was used to it. He knew nothing would last forever, but he did take comfort in the fact that this show would be gone only temporarily...especially since the House of Mouse show was ordered a second season.

    Mickey quickly made his way towards his dressing room, next to two other doors: “Donald Duck” on his left, “Goofy” on his right. All three had just as large and equally bright stars. He should know, he had each one of them measured carefully; both of his two costars earned just as much laughs and fame as he (though Donald would always find a reason to complain that his star was smaller, or that Mickey got the better roles, or that Goofy got more stage time). Mickey quickly changed out of his stage attire and into something a little more comfortable: red shorts, white gloves, and large yellow shoes. He smiled at his classic look. He sometimes wondered why he anybody would demand he change his look and become more “hip.” He liked the look his fans say is “timeless.” After all, he’d be naked without his look.

    As he exited his dressing room, he caught the eye of a costar and coincidentally one of his best friends for as long as he could remember being in the business. His friend was nearly twice his height, but gangly looking. His own “timeless look” was wearing overly large brown shoes, blue jeans, dark orange long-sleeved shirt with a black vest, white gloves, and a crumpled green top hat. Although clumsy and dim-witted, Goofy has a heart of gold that hasn’t diminished once during the darkest of times of their career and friendship. And Mickey loved him for that…even if his signature word popped up a little too much.

    “Ah-hyuck! Hyah, Mickey! Are ya ready for the meetin’?”

    Mickey shook his head slightly while suppressing a laugh, “Yep. Just headin’ that way. You coming, too?” Goofy nodded while grinning. Mickey could almost swear he heard something shake loose in Goofy’s head every time Goofy did that. “Alright. We’ll go together, then.”



    The two made their way outside the studio, and past the backlots and other studios, passing a world of other sceneries, movies, and stories. Many of the stage hands and stars waved at Goofy and Mickey as they passed.

    “Hey, Mickey! Great job in that last episode!”

    “Thanks, Steve.” Mickey replied, smiling.

    “Goofy! Can you do that laugh for these kids, please?”


    “Ah-hyuck hoo hoo hoo hoo! Gawrsh, we’re glad to see you kids today! Y’all have fun and come back soon, okay?”

    “We will, Mr. Goofy!” the kids all chimed in, waving as they left.

    Mickey and Goofy smiled as they progressed to main building where their meeting was to take place. In all their years, there lots of rumors as to where the magic of their job was located: Disneyland and Disneyworld, where anyone could meet their favorite movie characters, Disney studios, where new movies and cartoons were being made every hour of every day (okay, maybe that’s a tad exaggerated by the fans), but in actuality it was here: a large, central, and unnamed building in the middle of Disney Studios. It was here that many of the ideas for some of the earliest cartoons, characters, gimmicks were developed, but not with a pen and paper…rather, it was on a sofa or love seat, various members talking to one another in the den, or even by children running and playing with their toys with their parents. This building was not another company meeting place for executives and workers. It was home, where everyone could come to at the end of a good day’s work and be a happy family. This was the true heart of Disney.

    As the two made their way through the children laughing with their toys, adults having a midday snack in the den area, or even through various caterers wheeling in carts of assorted foods to various rooms (sometimes this home was treated like a five-star hotel where everyone spent the night before an extended day’s work), the finally reached their destination: a lone door, in the middle of a rather unusually long hallway. They enter the doorway without a second thought. Why would they need one? It’s home for them…along with every creation that has ever emerged from Disney.


    The room was not a spectacular one of grand design, like one would expect from a multimedia empire mogul, nor was it even a very business oriented room. It was arranged just like a den, a simple study area. A desk towards the back of the room, some carpet, and a few simple light fixtures. What was striking were the number of books in the room: all except two of the walls in the room were lined from floor to ceiling with grand bookshelves, and filled to the utmost space with every kind of book one could imagine. Nothing seemed off-limit: fairy tales, cookbooks, instruction manuals, even toaster repair guides. It seemed to boarder on the revolutionary, while at the same time boggling the imagination. Such was owner, if not owner, of the room.

    He stood at a modest height. A touch over six feet tall, his looks were not of magnificent grandeur, not like a king or emperor, especially with his tweed suit, slicked back hair and mustache. And yet, his gentle features, warm smile, and dark brown eyes suggested something more sincere; a man who stayed the same before he accomplished his hopes and dreams. As in, accomplishing them only gave him more dreams to fulfill, if not expanding his original ones, with all of it seeming all for not if he didn’t share any of it with the world. Walt Disney was a unique man in a cynical world, but just seeing him made everything seem a little less depressing, and a little more hopeful.

    “Hello, boys,” Walt spoke. He smiled as Mickey and Goofy came closer, then a tad confused, “Where’s Donald?”

    Mickey was about to speak when the three of them heard an increasingly loud number of running footsteps. The door quickly opened and closed to a large white duck, out of breath, and very late.

    His blue sailor uniform drooped, out of order as he slumped against the door, fanning himself with his sailor cap, with white feathers falling away from his head and body in the process. His gasping for air hinted at his semi-intelligible speech; the kind of speech and way of talking you could only understand if you had known him for years. Donald Duck’s speech alone made it difficult to work with, but if you throw in his temper, lack of discipline and overall mischievousness, you had to either really love the guy or really can’t stand being around him whenever you worked for him. How he had Mickey, Goofy, and countless other friends around him for all these years in the business was still a mystery…currently under investigation.

    “Sorry I’m late,” Donald gasped, “the nephews wanted to know if we decided anything about the second season. There’s rumor they won’t be in the House of Mouse band.”

    “That’s alright,” said Disney, “we only just started. As for the rumor, we haven’t decided anything about the second season just yet. We’re going to have a temporary break from the season.”

    The trio looked up at Walt in surprise.

    “Gawrsh, sir,” said Goofy, “we only just started to pick the show up off the ground. Are we already in danger of cancellation?”

    “It can’t be,” said Mickey, “I was told by the producers we were scheduled for a new season next January!”

    Donald stared at Mickey scrupulously, “You were talking with the producers, again? Typical.” He shook his head, “Why are you always the first to know these things? Every time I ask about these things, I get the runaround!”

    Mickey shrugged, “I don’t know what to tell you, Donald. Maybe if you were nicer to the staff? You do act like you’re the one in charge a lot…”

    Donald stamped his foot, “Don’t patronize me! I outrank most of the staff! And you’re always getting the starring parts! You’re-“

    “Okay, that’s not fair,” Mickey started. It took a bit to annoy him, but Donald seemed determined to get his way, “You’ve had more theater shorts, cameos and guest appearances last year than me! I’ve only been in a few movies and a couple of guest appearances, and none of the starring me, Donald!”

    Donald was starting to turn red. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger was anyone’s guess.

    “Yeah, well you-“ Donald started.

    “Boys.”

    The two stopped abruptly and slowly turned towards Walt. His face was stern, and body language was subtle: arms folded, standing up straight, and looking down slightly at Mickey and Donald. The two’s reaction to Walt was of fear, but not of employer-and-subordinate-kind. Rather, it was the kind of fear two brothers had when their father was angry with them. Despite whatever kind of argument they had, neither of them wanted their father to be disappointed in them, nor would they wish that on their brother, no matter what needed to be aired out between them.

    “That’s enough,” Disney said, quietly. Mickey and Donald lowered their heads slightly.

    “Yes, sir.” Mickey said

    “Sorry, chief.” Donald replied.

    “Thank you,” said Disney, “To answer your previous questions, we’re taking a break from the confirmed second season. No, we’re not in any danger of cancellation or anything like that. We’ve been approached with an offer for a…special project.”

    Mickey, Donald and Goofy looked at each other in confusion and curiosity. Special project? What did that mean?

    Disney continued, “We’re going to work on a video game, but at the same time we’re going to treat it like a movie.”

    The three flinched.

    Disney tilted his head, “Is there a problem?”

    Goofy stepped forward, “Umm, sir? We haven’t had much luck with video games in the past…”

    “Goofy’s right, sir,” Mickey nodded, “We all had our attempts at video games. The closest we had to any real kind of success was the “Castle of Illusions” game.” Mickey gestured towards Donald, “Donald technically had a bigger success with his “Cold Shadow” game, except-“

    “Except I never got billed credit for it,” Donald finished, annoyed, “They gave credit to my lookalike cousin from Hawaii.”

    “We seem to do better at the, whatchamacallit…” Goofy scratched his head, trying to remember the term, “…oh yeah, “educational games,” like math and stuff.”

    Disney nodded, “Your concerns are well founded. However, this project has come from our Japanese branch. The offer has come from a company friend of ours, SquareSoft.”

    “SquareSoft,” Mickey repeated, “…how do we know them, Chief?”

    “We used to share the same building when we worked on our separate projects.” Disney explained, “Every now and again the producers would get together and exchange ideas. Which is precisely how this one formed. The creator, Tetsuya Nomura, became involved in a conversation of ideas, and volunteered to lead the project.”

    “”Producers would get together and-“…wait…” Donald’s head furrowed, as if he was thinking of something unpleasant, “…is this project going to be another joint collaboration?”

    “Yes, Donald,” Disney nodded, “it will, indeed.”

    The trio groaned.

    “Excuse me?” Disney said, surprised. He usually received more enthusiasm than this.

    “Well, sir,” Mickey started, “it’s not that we’re not onboard, it’s just…we had less success with a joint collaboration than the video games!”

    “He’s right, boss,” Goofy chimed in, “It was that movie, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” People showed to see us with those Warner Brother toons, but it wasn’t that big of a hit.”

    “That duck of theirs was daffy, too.” Donald muttered to himself.

    “Boys, I assure you, I wouldn’t approach you with this project if I didn’t think there was a good shot at it,” Disney stated, “but I will be honest with you as well: it’s a gamble. The board of SquareSoft, the company Tetsuya works for? They’re not necessarily agreeing with this plan: he’s kind of on his own on this one. He assures me that this plan will work, that it’s a surefire hit, he just needs a good script and cast.”

    Donald’s eyes widened, “His script isn’t complete, yet?!”

    “No sense writing a complete script until he knows what he has to work with,” Disney replied, “he has a rough draft, but it’s subject to change if he gets something he needs…or if something goes wrong.”

    Donald rubbed his forehead with his feathered fingers, “Phooey…”

    “Also,” Disney continued, “a good amount of this project will be oversees.”

    Goofy looked a little suspicious, “How far are we talking?”

    “Japan.”

    “Oh, well, that’s not so far,” Goofy replied, smiling. Donald and Mickey agreed as they conferred amongst themselves…then stopped. They looked back at Walt, wide-eyed and shocked.

    “JAPAN?!”

    “You’d be there for the majority of the project.”

    The trio staggered slightly. For a “surefire hit,” it’s looking more like a lucky shot in the dark, at best.

    “Chief…” Donald stammered, “…you can’t be serious…”

    Walt walked back to his desk, “Boys, I know this is a risky move. I’m not exactly in a hurry to loan out my three biggest stars to another company without knowing what I’m getting into. Rest assured, whatever happens, we will not make the same mistakes that we made when we worked with…the first company.”

    Mickey nodded slightly, “Universal.”

    Walt closed his eyes. His hand automatically ran along an old art pad he kept towards the front of his desk. For a brief moment, he recalled his first cartoon, feeling the outline of the pencil indentions on the top sheet of paper.

    “Yes,” Disney whisphered.

    The trio shuffled slightly. They could never forget what a touchy subject this was for Walt. Their very first was created with Universal…and lost. This kind of deal would not have been made if he wasn’t absolutely sure it would be a hit.

    “What’re we working with, Mr. Disney?” Goofy asked.

    Walt opened his eyes and smiled back at Goofy, “Mr. Nomura has sent us these rough draft scripts.” He handed a copy to each of them, “read through it, and meet back with me by the end of the week. Same time and place. Mr. Nomura has agreed to a video teleconference with us to discuss it in greater detail, if there are any questions.”

    Mickey, Donald, and Goofy nodded, and proceeded to leave.

    “And boys?” They stopped and turned towards Walt again.

    “Keep in mind that I’m not going to force you into this. If you’re not comfortable with this project, you will be allowed to back out of it, but also keep in mind: whatever we start together, we finish together,” Disney smiled, “Ok?”

    The trio grinned and nodded, “Ok!”
    Thread by: Darkcloud, May 15, 2016, 7 replies, in forum: Written Works
  2. Darkcloud
    Ok, my browser is being difficult, so I'm sorry if somebody has already created a similar thread.

    Here's what I've found so far:

    Based on what I've read/dug up on Kingdom Hearts III and chi, this seems to be the final installment of the Dark Seeker saga, where Xehanort is putting his master plan into action, to create an actual X-blade, etc., which has all stemmed from his fascination/curiosity of the Keyblade War. The war is said to have taken place many years before the start of the series.

    In chi, it's implied that a keyblade master bestowed a book called the Tome of Time (or Book of Prophecy, not sure if they are the same or two different books) to 5 apprentices, who read about the war between light and darkness, light falling to darkness, and the five trying to prevent it. They do this by pulling warriors from the future (called fragments, I think), to try and prevent the light/darkness future from happening. The actions, along with the storyline, lead up to the beginning of the keyblade war.

    Now, here's what's popping through my mind:
    At this moment, there's no set timeframe as to when these keyblade warriors are pulled from their respective time, so it could be many years after the keyblade war takes place (for all we know they are ripped out around the same time as Sora and his adventures). These actions could be the indirect result in Xehanort's desire to obtain the X-blade, forming Terranort, and so on, along with the world's being submerged into darkness.

    My thought is, since Sora is established as "the key", to stop Xehanort once and for all, would he be able to find a way to undo/end the paradox? The "time travel" thing that Xehanort has used to gather 13 of his selves might be out, but if Sora found a way to, say, prevent the 5 apprentices from performing their actions, it could undo the keyblade war, prevent the light from being destroyed (albeit temporarily), and could change the layout of the worlds from many separate fragments to one complete world.

    Thoughts?
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jul 19, 2015, 3 replies, in forum: General & Upcoming Kingdom Hearts
  3. Darkcloud
    Thread

    Mickey Mouse

    Let's face it, this is the Mickey Mouse we want to see in a Kingdom Hearts game.[DOUBLEPOST=1436392409][/DOUBLEPOST] View attachment 42598
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jul 8, 2015, 2 replies, in forum: Arts & Graphics
  4. Darkcloud
    I dunno if this topic has been started on a thread or not, so sorry if it has.

    Any chance we'll see Yen Sid in KH3 (or any KH game for that matter) fight/summon a keyblade? Personally I wouldn't mind seeing him duel Xehanort...
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jan 10, 2015, 4 replies, in forum: General & Upcoming Kingdom Hearts
  5. Darkcloud
    The main characters of Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy characters who made cameos were in a pub in Traverse Town...and they all were taking part in an Irish drinking song, with Mickey Mouse singing lead.

    Thoughts?
    Thread by: Darkcloud, May 27, 2012, 2 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  6. Darkcloud
    ...how long was I out? I know it wasn't like this this morning...O_o
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Mar 24, 2011, 3 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  7. Darkcloud
    ...that's mean, kh-vids. T^T
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Feb 22, 2011, 3 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  8. Darkcloud
    Join me and my hatred.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Feb 14, 2011, 8 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  9. Darkcloud
    So, tell me, when do you guys think this family should apply for statehood?
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Oct 6, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: Social Groups (KH-Vids.Net Forum)
  10. Darkcloud
    http://darkcloudxiv.deviantart.com/#/d2ur8od

    Cnc, please.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jul 24, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: Arts & Graphics
  11. Darkcloud
    Thread

    Oh no!

    Bill Cosby has gone rogue! He's promoting radioactive Jell-o creations, so he can punish the celebritites all over the world, with their jello shots! Once he's done that, the Disneyworld kingdom is next!
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    ...hide the rum.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jul 8, 2010, 4 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  12. Darkcloud
    "I'm a fowl, actually."
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Jun 7, 2010, 16 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  13. Darkcloud
    ...I seriously think Twilight might be trying to take over Disney.

    Think about it a sec:

    Elizabether Swan.
    Bella Swan.

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    ...

    ...O_O;

    OH NOES!
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Apr 12, 2010, 7 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  14. Darkcloud
    Weren't the wedding threads outlawed/banned/whatever, once upon a time?
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Apr 7, 2010, 11 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  15. Darkcloud
    And on today's program, we're going to learn why the spam zone is the place for spam.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Mar 31, 2010, 15 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  16. Darkcloud
    The first step is admitting you have a problem...
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Mar 14, 2010, 10 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  17. Darkcloud
    --This is going to take place a few years into the future of the pokemon universe (where everyone is around 16 years old, since nobody in the cartoon/manga seems to age!).



    After failing the competition to become a pokemon master, and succeeding in his challenge in the Battle Frontier, Ash Ketchum returns home for a brief rest, with his long time companion, Pikachu. By this time, Ash has travelled far and wide, meeting new friends, and later departing from them. Before Ash can decide where to go next to compete and train, his mother calls him, saying he's received a call from Professor Oak. He informs him that, due to unknown circumstances, the Pokemon League challenge has been temporarilly shut down this year, and under investigation. Surprised by this turn of events, Ash isn't sure what to do. Mrs. Ketchum then suggests to Ash that, instead of running to a new place this year, that he goes to all the places that he left behind in his travels. Excited with the idea of seeing his old friends, Ash prepares to go to Professor Oak to retrieve some of his old pokemon to go with him on his new, yet familiar, journey.

    Meanwhile, Team Rocket, the one's responsible for the Pokemon League's temporary shutdown, are moving forward with their plans of world domination.

    Rules:
    -PG-13. No swearing. Romance allowed, but mild.
    -No god-modding.
    -Can control up to 3 characters. OC's accepted.
    -Can be a pokemon.
    -Original pokemon can be used, but a pokedex profile must be submitted with 1st appearance, at least. The pokemon in question must also contain a list of four moves to use.
    ex--- Pikachu. 'Electric Mouse'.
    This pokemon uses electricity to fry hard nuts for food.
    It's electric pouch can contain over 1,000 volts, easy.
    -Can be 'good' (Ash, Misty, etc.), 'bad' (Paul, etc.), or 'evil' (Team Rocket).
    -Story does not necessarily take place with only Ash; OC's can go their own way in the storyline, as well.


    List:

    Username: Darkcloud
    Character: Ash Ketchum
    Age: 16
    Bio: Returned from Battle Frontier in time to learn Pokemon League is under investigation. Decides to travel to meet up with old friends and acquaintances.
    Pokemon: Pikachu
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Mar 7, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: Retirement Home
  18. Darkcloud
    ...I slipped and fell on my butt because of it.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Feb 11, 2010, 2 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  19. Darkcloud
    [Against the slowness and database errors]

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    Arm yourselves.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Feb 9, 2010, 10 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  20. Darkcloud
    Guys, this thread is aimed directly at you. There's always been some kind of a border between guys and girls, particularly in one can't read the mind/interests/wants of the the other. So, we're looking at this in a 'reverse point-of-view' kind of way: I'd like the guys to say what they think a girl (in general) wants in a man. Girls, I'd like you to also point out if that isn't likely for girls to want 'this' or 'that', and also share a bit of what you find valuable in a guy.

    Please note, I'd like more mature responses than 'to get laid'.
    Thread by: Darkcloud, Feb 7, 2010, 26 replies, in forum: Discussion