Fill: Mind's Eye Theater 1/3(?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 00:10:48 UTC
WARNING: Randomness, drugs, unfunny, all around terribleness.
“And remember, smoking has no benefits, only drawbacks. Is it really worth the pain? Is it worth dying for? Think about that,” says the stupid talking newt onscreen as the Critic loses himself in another joint. Beside him, his laptop sits patiently on the couch with a new Microsoft Word document still blank and white instead of filled with notes and jokes and hysterical jabs at Twilight like it should be.
Oh, it had been filled up at one point, sometime before a muffled thought (wow, now even the voices in his head were sounding hoarse with smoke) told him that screaming
“fuckthishowfuckthisshowfuckthisshow” at the camera for a half-hour straight probably wouldn't be as funny as it sounded when he'd first pounded it out on his keyboard. But really, what else was there to say? What was there to do when it came to this one?
He's going to do another video, first of all. Maybe five, ten hours long, in which he will make a serious, heartfelt, personal apology to every anti
( ... )
Fill: Mind's Eye Theater 2/3
anonymous
August 10 2011, 00:12:33 UTC
There's only one screen in the mind's eye theater. It's in 3D, but the Nostalgia Critic doesn't need the huge glasses they gave the underlings in order to view it in full quality. The newt and his weasel friends hover in the middle of the dark room, singing songs and repeating the “don't do drugs” speech an hour before the climax of the movie. A puff of gray hisses from through the Critic's teeth and reaches out to strangle them instead of disappearing. The hookers giggle.
His brain kind of feels like a balloon now. Inhale, inflate. Exhale, deflate. It's kind of like he's falling with every deflate, spiraling down into the newt's world of rainbows and pastel clouds and baby pink skies, but the joint fills him back up with helium soon enough and he floats back. They all float.
The dark-skinned hooker bats her large brown eyes at him and runs the tip of a shining nail across his muscular, exposed chest and plays the fringe of his ermine cape.
“It's made of them, you know,” the Critic slurs. She smirks back at the choking
( ... )
Fill: Mind's Eye Theater 3/3
anonymous
August 10 2011, 00:16:09 UTC
A lesser reviewer in the Shit Seats throws their non-carbonated coke at the Critic in a fit of jealous rage. It bounces off the invisible force field surrounding the private box and hits them in the face. They're cursed now; this reviewer's hair will never stop dripping as a symbol of how dumb and petty they are
( ... )
Hm how about something with Linkara and Spoony being together, yet Linkara use to be lovers with Insano in the past and never told Spoony. Then of coarse Insano ends up telling Spoony and gets him to belive that Linkara only dated him as a replacement, which isn't true, Linkara loves Spoony so much, but manipulation is an interesting tool.
Burns Too Hot
anonymous
March 9 2012, 03:50:38 UTC
How much longer could Linkara play dumb like this? Spoony felt a sick tension in the pit of his stomach, rising into his throat."I know about Insano." He said, very sharply, very slowly.
Linkara blinked at him for a moment, than sighed.
Here it comes. No escaping now. I know, you bastard. Admit it. YoulovehimyoulovehimYOUNEVERLOVEDME.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Spoony, but he is your roommate. I thought it might make things...awkward between you two. I know you don't get along as it is, and I know how you are..."
HOW I AM???? HOWIAM? HOW DARE YOU. ILOVEDYOU,YOUBASTARD. The sick feeling bubbled over, and he couldn't contain it anymore. The words streamed out like a train pursued by lava.
"He told me everything, ok? Insano told me everything about how you were dating him and now you're only dating me to replace him cause you're still in love with him andhowyouneverlovedmeandjustwantmecauseyoustillwanthim" Spoony panted, the rage still boiling so hot he couldn't see straight
( ... )
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“And remember, smoking has no benefits, only drawbacks. Is it really worth the pain? Is it worth dying for? Think about that,” says the stupid talking newt onscreen as the Critic loses himself in another joint. Beside him, his laptop sits patiently on the couch with a new Microsoft Word document still blank and white instead of filled with notes and jokes and hysterical jabs at Twilight like it should be.
Oh, it had been filled up at one point, sometime before a muffled thought (wow, now even the voices in his head were sounding hoarse with smoke) told him that screaming
“fuckthishowfuckthisshowfuckthisshow” at the camera for a half-hour straight probably wouldn't be as funny as it sounded when he'd first pounded it out on his keyboard. But really, what else was there to say? What was there to do when it came to this one?
He's going to do another video, first of all. Maybe five, ten hours long, in which he will make a serious, heartfelt, personal apology to every anti ( ... )
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There's only one screen in the mind's eye theater. It's in 3D, but the Nostalgia Critic doesn't need the huge glasses they gave the underlings in order to view it in full quality. The newt and his weasel friends hover in the middle of the dark room, singing songs and repeating the “don't do drugs” speech an hour before the climax of the movie. A puff of gray hisses from through the Critic's teeth and reaches out to strangle them instead of disappearing. The hookers giggle.
His brain kind of feels like a balloon now. Inhale, inflate. Exhale, deflate. It's kind of like he's falling with every deflate, spiraling down into the newt's world of rainbows and pastel clouds and baby pink skies, but the joint fills him back up with helium soon enough and he floats back. They all float.
The dark-skinned hooker bats her large brown eyes at him and runs the tip of a shining nail across his muscular, exposed chest and plays the fringe of his ermine cape.
“It's made of them, you know,” the Critic slurs. She smirks back at the choking ( ... )
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That whole part was my favorite, I approve of jealous Linkara!
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And well, you decide what will happen next.
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Linkara blinked at him for a moment, than sighed.
Here it comes. No escaping now. I know, you bastard. Admit it. YoulovehimyoulovehimYOUNEVERLOVEDME.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Spoony, but he is your roommate. I thought it might make things...awkward between you two. I know you don't get along as it is, and I know how you are..."
HOW I AM???? HOWIAM? HOW DARE YOU. ILOVEDYOU,YOUBASTARD. The sick feeling bubbled over, and he couldn't contain it anymore. The words streamed out like a train pursued by lava.
"He told me everything, ok? Insano told me everything about how you were dating him and now you're only dating me to replace him cause you're still in love with him andhowyouneverlovedmeandjustwantmecauseyoustillwanthim" Spoony panted, the rage still boiling so hot he couldn't see straight ( ... )
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