Clive pulled out his gun Storm and in one swift motion popped the first spider right in its abdomen. The result was a bullet wound that made it keel over and die. The other two approached him. One clawed at him from the left, one from the right. The right one hit with one of its poisonous claws, while the left one tore a hole in his pants.

Clive looked at the left spider and then at the tear in his pants, then stared back at the spider. “Damn you! Those were good pants!” He then aimed Storm at him and shot him at point blank range, which ended up blowing it to pieces of chunky, hairy spider flesh. Seeing this ultimatum, the other Spider tries to get away. However, Clive raised his right hand and yelled “Scolding!” Short, bright blasts of cosmic holy light flew out from his palm and engulfed the spider, knocking it down. Clive followed up with a shot from Storm, which knocked the spider back to animal hell.

Clive felt the effects of the poison running through his body, and decided he had better get to Coronet quick. Good thing he was almost there. He walked into town a half hour later, the poison working its way through the blood vessels now, knowing if he didn’t get that antidote soon, he would die. Hurrying to an item shop, he asked for an Antidote. Shelling out more than he bargained for, he bought one, and quickly drank its contents. Clive walked out of the general store when he tasted that terrible Antidote aftertaste. Making faces, he decided to head to the pub where he could get an alcohol fix.

Heading into the pub, Clive sat down and ordered a drink from the short, pudgy bartender.

“One ‘Howling Moon Martini’, please.” Clive told the bartender.

The bartender looked at him, confused. “Sorry, we only serve ‘Jowstweiser’ beer here.” The bartender informed him.

Clive sighed. “Alright, one ‘Jowstweiser’ then.”

“Regular or light?” the bartender asked.

“Regular.” Clive replied.

The bartender brought him over a ‘Jowstweiser’ and opened it. Clive handed the man a few potch, and realized he was almost out of money. Clive drank the beer, when all of a sudden, a man burst through the wooden door. Clive turned around to see the biggest man he’s ever seen. His jaw dropped at the size of the man. “(He must be at least 6’6”, 350 lbs!)” Clive thought. “(And not 350 lbs of flab either.)” The man was dressed in a sailor suit, and by the size of the man it had to be custom made. He was a dark skinned man, and had long hair braided in small braids. The rest of the patrons either ran out of the bar or hid under tables or in the restrooms. The giant stomped up to the bar, making the room shake as he did so. The pudgy bartender cowered in fear as the big man asked him in an accented voice:

“Where’s me Jowstweiser mon?”

The bartender backed away, stuttering. “T…T…There are no m…more.”

The juggernaut slammed his gigantic fist onto the bar, literally almost cracking the entire bar in half. “What you say to me mon? No Jowstweiser!?!”

The bartender fell over on his butt, nearly having an accident, when he said, “N…N…No. Only Lig…”

“YOU KNOW MARCEL HATE DE LIGHT BEER MON!!!” the warrior named Marcel interrupted, causing the bartender to relieve himself. “WHO TOOK DE LAST JOWSTWEISER!?!?”

The bartender pointed towards Clive. Clive looked down at his beer and gulped. The ogre of a man stomped over to him, and picked him up by the throat. Clive’s legs flailed as the giant ‘mon’ tightened his grip, causing Clive to gasp for air.

Marcel said to him, “Why you take de Jowstweiser mon?” Marcel’s breath smelled like a mix between rotten fish and coffee.

“ I didn’t know…” Clive gasped out, barely able to speak.

“You not know,” Marcel said. Looking at Clive for a moment, he started to laugh. His laugh bellowed across the air throughout the bar. After about ten seconds, Marcel stopped laughing and threw Clive into the wall with such force that Clive flew through the wooden wall of the bar and landing on the concrete alleyway between the bar and a house. Marcel walked through the wall that Clive just flew through making an even larger imprint and knocking the whole wall completely to the ground. Clive could hear one more audible phrase from Marcel before he passed out:

“Now you know mon.” Marcel said.

Luckily, Clive suffered only a minor arm fracture and bruises from his trip through the tavern wall. After about a week, Clive was almost fully healed and about to leave town when he was stopped by the short pudgy bartender. “Hold it, where do you think your going?”

Clive was puzzled. “What do you want?” he asked.

“You remember your brawl last week? Well, aren’t you going to reimburse me for the damage?”

Clive glared at the little curly haired man. He felt like taking out Storm and threatening him, but he saw Jowston guards at the city gates, sure to get on his case for pointing a weapon at an innocent man. Clive muttered to the bartender, “How much?”

“10,000 potch.” He replied.

Clive gasped. “I don’t have that kind of money!” he exclaimed.

The little man smiled. “Well then, looks like your going to be washing a lot of dishes. About two weeks worth.”

Clive grimaced when he heard how he would repay his debt. Following the greasy bartender, he was led to the back of the kitchen of the bar, where he proceeded to wash dishes for the pub. Getting up in the morning, washing dishes for 8 hours, and going back to the inn to sleep was his daily routine for two weeks.

After his debt was cleared, Clive walked down to the Coronet dock during early morning and sat down. He sat there, thinking about his current situation. “(Well, Elza is probably who knows where now. I’ll probably never find her again.)” He buried his head in his hands, worrying how the guild would punish him when he returned. However, he heard two sailors muttering something about a break-in at a temple near Muse.

Hearing this, Clive jumped out of his reverie and ran over to the two conversing men, “Is this temple located south east of Muse?” he asked eagerly.

“Uh, yeah. But the temple is heavily guarded. Who would be crazy enough to break into there?” the man shook his head.

Clive smiled. “(Elza would,)” he thought. Then he glared at the man, making sure he was telling the truth. After looking into his eyes for a moment, Clive smiled again. “Thank you. Good day.” He said as he ran from the docks.

Not paying attention, Clive was running when suddenly he bumped into someone. Clive bounced back, and then looked up to see Marcel and two of his sailor buddies staring him down. Clive gulped as Marcel grinned and said, “ Well, it be the hooded mon who took me Jowstweiser.” Marcel said, advancing on Clive. “What say I give him another lesson in pain?” Marcel asked his buddies, who responded with hearty “Har Har Har’s” and nods of their heads. They stayed back as Marcel walked towards Clive, while Clive backed up.

However, Clive was at his wit’s end. “(Enough is enough!)” Clive thought. He stopped, which surprised Marcel. He laughed at his futile attempt in courage while Clive raised his right hand and yelled “SCOLDING!”

Cosmic magic blasts from Clive’s Resurrection Rune bombarded Marcel, and while it didn’t seem to hurt him, it knocked him off balance, causing him to fall off the wharf and into the water. Marcel flailed his arms wildly. “Help Mon! Me no swim!” he yelled as he thrashed about. His companions went to help him while Clive noticed that he dropped some items on the ground when he took a dive. Picking up a few thousand potch, he also picked up a Blinking rune crystal. “(This might be valuable,)” Clive thought.

Clive then turned his attention to the drowning Marcel. Usually not one to brag, this time he couldn’t resist. He smiled and said to Marcel, “Have a nice swim, ‘mon’.” Clive then turned and ran off the wharf and headed out of town heading east and a little north to where he suspected Elza was.

Meanwhile, Marcel and his crew sat on the dock, dripping wet. “I get dat mon next time,” he muttered, clenching his fists together as his buddies nodded in agreement.

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"Clive" and "Suikoden 2" are (C) Konami. This chapter was posted on February 25, 2000