That thing I shoulda' done two or more weeks ago
If it suits whoever the hell's listenin', lemme tell you a story.
There was this guy, pretty strong and damned confident, right? He's
usually easy to depend on, 'specially when honor's involved.
Now this guy has a bum idiot for a father, and his father has amassed
a debt for his kid that no person could pay off in two lifetimes. But
the kid tries to anyway, 'cause, y'know, honor and stuff. Every theft,
every broken promise or stolen dowry, doesn't matter. The kid will
usually (after much grumbling and pummeling of his Pops) bend over
backward, forward, and diagonally to solve the problem.
Now this kid's good, damned good, but he's still human, which means
that eventually he'll run into something even he can't immediately find
a way out of.
This something happens to take the form of Ryuugenzawa forest. Y'know,
if Ryuugenzawa had swampland instead of forest. And the birds made a
game of shittin' on you to test your agility (which, by the way, was
fast enough to avoid 59/63 attempts. Damned flying rats must've been
psychic or somethin' to be that fast). And the gorillas wanted to congo
line on your nubile flesh. And goats who will never leave your pigtail
alone it's not a meal you jackasses.
Oh, and zombies. Can't forget the zombies.
But note the word "immediately" in my story. I can find a way out past
that funky field. And I will find a way back to Nerima. And I will
beat my father from one side of Tokyo to the other. And not for
droppin' me in this hellhole--lack of fiancees balances it out, kinda.
No, it'll be because he knocked me over the head, tossed me in a box,
and cargo flew me to East Bubba Fuck Who Gives a Shit USA, and had
the nuts to do so via third class shipping.
Cheap bastard. No standards whatsoever.
Tag notes
- Initial Draft
- Invotes: 45 (86.5 percentage)
- Outvotes: 7 (13.5 percentage)
Set 11, Batch 7, September 2006
There was this guy, pretty strong and damned confident, right? He's
usually easy to depend on, 'specially when honor's involved.
Now this guy has a bum idiot for a father, and his father has amassed
a debt for his kid that no person could pay off in two lifetimes. But
the kid tries to anyway, 'cause, y'know, honor and stuff. Every theft,
every broken promise or stolen dowry, doesn't matter. The kid will
usually (after much grumbling and pummeling of his Pops) bend over
backward, forward, and diagonally to solve the problem.
Now this kid's good, damned good, but he's still human, which means
that eventually he'll run into something even he can't immediately find
a way out of.
This something happens to take the form of Ryuugenzawa forest. Y'know,
if Ryuugenzawa had swampland instead of forest. And the birds made a
game of shittin' on you to test your agility (which, by the way, was
fast enough to avoid 59/63 attempts. Damned flying rats must've been
psychic or somethin' to be that fast). And the gorillas wanted to congo
line on your nubile flesh. And goats who will never leave your pigtail
alone it's not a meal you jackasses.
Oh, and zombies. Can't forget the zombies.
But note the word "immediately" in my story. I can find a way out past
that funky field. And I will find a way back to Nerima. And I will
beat my father from one side of Tokyo to the other. And not for
droppin' me in this hellhole--lack of fiancees balances it out, kinda.
No, it'll be because he knocked me over the head, tossed me in a box,
and cargo flew me to East Bubba Fuck Who Gives a Shit USA, and had
the nuts to do so via third class shipping.
Cheap bastard. No standards whatsoever.
Tag notes
- Initial Draft
- Invotes: 45 (86.5 percentage)
- Outvotes: 7 (13.5 percentage)
Set 11, Batch 7, September 2006