A Photo-ADVENTURE! Starring David!
I'm cutting all of this, due to its sheer embarrassment value to me.
Anyone interested in seeing what happens when I get bored....
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(on that note - image heavy)
Sooooo, the evening started out fairly normal. I rediscovered a few images I had taken (with the aid of housemates). I call him Darth Ruski-Ronald.
But then, as soon as saw him however, I could naught but say hello before he snubbed me off entirely and left!
Oh well. He always was a prick.
Aaaaaaanyway.
After this humiliating snobbery, I went back to my evil plan of turning myself into a KILLER ROBOT! Many hours were spent, and at last I achieved the success I so desperately sought. Alas, in my tireless struggle to complete my master-work, I grew tired. Mistakes were made.
As I sat to contemplate where I had made the error, it hit me with a disconcerting feeling of being unable to stop my rapid fall backwards!
I had forgotten arms!
Confident in my manliness however, I did not let this dampen my spirit and I began to weigh my options.
Through a genius of engineering and monkey slobber, I succeeded in freeing myself!
Though, despite my obvious enthusiasm for being upright, I still had not conquered the issue of arms, and having none. At this point I deemed drastic measures were to be had. My manliness must be exerted. I warned the local council that I was planning to flex my bicep (as it is classed as both a lethal weapon, and an extreme sport, and they need to know) and let loose!
SUCCESS!
Being the man that I am I then flipped the bird to any deities that may be watching, just to prove I am badass.
All this badass was making my other arm itch, so I set to work.
This continued for some time.
Finally, with both arms present, I bring my story to you, the public. Let it serve as a warning that if you ever roboticize yourself, to definitely include arms.
The end.
Anyone interested in seeing what happens when I get bored....
Clicky clicky!
(on that note - image heavy)
Sooooo, the evening started out fairly normal. I rediscovered a few images I had taken (with the aid of housemates). I call him Darth Ruski-Ronald.
But then, as soon as saw him however, I could naught but say hello before he snubbed me off entirely and left!
Oh well. He always was a prick.
Aaaaaaanyway.
After this humiliating snobbery, I went back to my evil plan of turning myself into a KILLER ROBOT! Many hours were spent, and at last I achieved the success I so desperately sought. Alas, in my tireless struggle to complete my master-work, I grew tired. Mistakes were made.
As I sat to contemplate where I had made the error, it hit me with a disconcerting feeling of being unable to stop my rapid fall backwards!
I had forgotten arms!
Confident in my manliness however, I did not let this dampen my spirit and I began to weigh my options.
Through a genius of engineering and monkey slobber, I succeeded in freeing myself!
Though, despite my obvious enthusiasm for being upright, I still had not conquered the issue of arms, and having none. At this point I deemed drastic measures were to be had. My manliness must be exerted. I warned the local council that I was planning to flex my bicep (as it is classed as both a lethal weapon, and an extreme sport, and they need to know) and let loose!
SUCCESS!
Being the man that I am I then flipped the bird to any deities that may be watching, just to prove I am badass.
All this badass was making my other arm itch, so I set to work.
This continued for some time.
Finally, with both arms present, I bring my story to you, the public. Let it serve as a warning that if you ever roboticize yourself, to definitely include arms.
The end.