Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaain ;;
I bet you're wondering why I'm having a knife fight with a dozen undead and four apes while not wearing any pants. I'd have to start with the convenience store.
You see, my sister doesn't like me going there since that would mean she approves of comics. A guy has to have his hobbies, though, and InuYasha is still good.
Yes, I overlooked the clerk's grimace at my purchase. Which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea, as my next footstep landed me up to my knees in what I will continue to assume is mud. I say hindsight not because of the clerk--he always makes that face at Takahashi's works. It's because ignoring my sister's lectures on reading material always lands me in bizarre and typically dangerous situations. It's an awful-but-often accurate coincidence. Or a sign I should just switch convenience stores.
Anyway, there was mud. Solid, with flecks of grass and other matter, and a sort-of smell, but it was mud. And I didn't have long to argue the issue, as the undead had arrived and it was time to run. A difficult task when one is knee-deep in mud, but not impossible for those who are coordinated. The zombies were not such. They also reaffirmed my thoughts on the mud, since they were a stronger source of the smell and didn't have a single stain between all of them.
Outrunning them was easy, but then the squirrels came. Experience--that you shouldn't ask about since there was already one question--taught me a hard lesson about dropping my guard around seemingly innocent creatures. By the time I had my knife out, they were on me. And then in my clothes. Woodland creatures in your clothe affects your coordinated-yet-muddy speed. It also distracts you, if you're not careful, from large, hairy apes...who also want your clothes. Or wanted me out of mine. It was a tossup of an answer, but I was still too agile to let them come to either conclusion. That was, however, the point at which the slow, smelly, muddy undead finally caught up. I'm pretty sure they wanted to help with the apes' choice.
So, to answer your question...would be even more embarrassing and troublesome. Let's just say I kept the comic in my back pocket and leave it at that.
Tag notes
- Second draft, completely revised
- Invotes: 47 (71.2 percentage)
- Outvotes: 19 (28.8 percentage)
Set 39, batch 3, November 2007
You see, my sister doesn't like me going there since that would mean she approves of comics. A guy has to have his hobbies, though, and InuYasha is still good.
Yes, I overlooked the clerk's grimace at my purchase. Which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea, as my next footstep landed me up to my knees in what I will continue to assume is mud. I say hindsight not because of the clerk--he always makes that face at Takahashi's works. It's because ignoring my sister's lectures on reading material always lands me in bizarre and typically dangerous situations. It's an awful-but-often accurate coincidence. Or a sign I should just switch convenience stores.
Anyway, there was mud. Solid, with flecks of grass and other matter, and a sort-of smell, but it was mud. And I didn't have long to argue the issue, as the undead had arrived and it was time to run. A difficult task when one is knee-deep in mud, but not impossible for those who are coordinated. The zombies were not such. They also reaffirmed my thoughts on the mud, since they were a stronger source of the smell and didn't have a single stain between all of them.
Outrunning them was easy, but then the squirrels came. Experience--that you shouldn't ask about since there was already one question--taught me a hard lesson about dropping my guard around seemingly innocent creatures. By the time I had my knife out, they were on me. And then in my clothes. Woodland creatures in your clothe affects your coordinated-yet-muddy speed. It also distracts you, if you're not careful, from large, hairy apes...who also want your clothes. Or wanted me out of mine. It was a tossup of an answer, but I was still too agile to let them come to either conclusion. That was, however, the point at which the slow, smelly, muddy undead finally caught up. I'm pretty sure they wanted to help with the apes' choice.
So, to answer your question...would be even more embarrassing and troublesome. Let's just say I kept the comic in my back pocket and leave it at that.
Tag notes
- Second draft, completely revised
- Invotes: 47 (71.2 percentage)
- Outvotes: 19 (28.8 percentage)
Set 39, batch 3, November 2007