This is not a real post
Repeat: not real. I have nothing to say. Nothing new in my life. Just another case of same shit, different toilet. I'm only writing to get the creative juices flowing. That's right. I'm finally going to attempt a full screenplay. The class I took this past Thursday was fun and enjoyable and I will be taking the classes with Tom when they start up in April. I believe I have the ability to create something as real and funny as Super Bad. But at the same time I don't want to write the next Super Bad. Recycling movies suck. I liked Dante's Peak when it was called Volcano. I liked Deep Impact better when it was called Armageddon. I liked the Star Wars 1-3 better when it was called Star Wars 4-6. And so on and so on. Get it?
Got it.
Good.
Okay...I'm writing. This is a good start. Don't let the fingers stop typing. Just keep on going and I need to write about something now so why don't I tell you all about an exciting competition I am in with my fellow co workers. Myself, Preston, and Jameson are taking the Double Trouble Video Game Challenge! We all face each other in the race of races in Mario Kart Double Dash and then onwards to the fight of all fights in Super Smash Bros Melee. This latter one I am excited about because I have a secret weapon that everyone knows about so I guess it really isn't a secret, but they scoff at it. They are not threatened. But when I unleash him unto their sweet precious worlds, I am going to murderize them like woah. This is my weapon. This is the death dealer as sent to me by the Gods...
His name is Jiggly Puff and he is my death dealer as sent to my by the Gods because he actually murderized those Gods and destroyed Heaven and fell onto my lap where we have formed an everlasting bond of uneasy friendship and I have to stop writing for a bit because I have some pierogis boiling. BRB.
Ok. Where was I....Great. Lost my train of thought. Or maybe there is simply nothing more to write about on said subject. The game is mine. The winner of BOTH games will receive the losers' memory cards. This is huge. Epic. This is like them bowing down to me and presenting me their brains (not to say I have a zombie fetish or anything). Their sweetest accomplishments in the wide array of difficult video games ever known to man that they've triumphed in will be nothing more than a reminder of their ONE BIGGEST BITTER DEFEAT to me.
God, I'm a poet.
If no one can win both games, than that's it. We laugh it off and blah blah blah. Anyway, enough of this fake writing and onto some real writing.
:M:
Got it.
Good.
Okay...I'm writing. This is a good start. Don't let the fingers stop typing. Just keep on going and I need to write about something now so why don't I tell you all about an exciting competition I am in with my fellow co workers. Myself, Preston, and Jameson are taking the Double Trouble Video Game Challenge! We all face each other in the race of races in Mario Kart Double Dash and then onwards to the fight of all fights in Super Smash Bros Melee. This latter one I am excited about because I have a secret weapon that everyone knows about so I guess it really isn't a secret, but they scoff at it. They are not threatened. But when I unleash him unto their sweet precious worlds, I am going to murderize them like woah. This is my weapon. This is the death dealer as sent to me by the Gods...
His name is Jiggly Puff and he is my death dealer as sent to my by the Gods because he actually murderized those Gods and destroyed Heaven and fell onto my lap where we have formed an everlasting bond of uneasy friendship and I have to stop writing for a bit because I have some pierogis boiling. BRB.
Ok. Where was I....Great. Lost my train of thought. Or maybe there is simply nothing more to write about on said subject. The game is mine. The winner of BOTH games will receive the losers' memory cards. This is huge. Epic. This is like them bowing down to me and presenting me their brains (not to say I have a zombie fetish or anything). Their sweetest accomplishments in the wide array of difficult video games ever known to man that they've triumphed in will be nothing more than a reminder of their ONE BIGGEST BITTER DEFEAT to me.
God, I'm a poet.
If no one can win both games, than that's it. We laugh it off and blah blah blah. Anyway, enough of this fake writing and onto some real writing.
:M: