05-07-2008, 02:09 PM | #1531 |
Goddamn Commie
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Riding the Midnight Express to Slate City
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05-07-2008, 02:37 PM | #1532 | |
Like... with Jetpacks?
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05-07-2008, 04:07 PM | #1533 |
Yeeeah, son.
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The artist formerly known as 'ZutsuJin'. "It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself"
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05-08-2008, 03:20 AM | #1534 |
lol i dont even know
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05-08-2008, 03:29 AM | #1535 | |
Argus Agony
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05-08-2008, 03:34 AM | #1536 |
lol i dont even know
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There were dicks. He probably was catering to the opposite sex.
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05-08-2008, 04:14 AM | #1537 |
Argus Agony
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From Jhonen Vasquez's Twitter page:
[TLDR]05:50 PM April 24, 2008: Jumped up for no apparent reason. Have not returned to the ground yet. 09:49 PM April 24, 2008: still up in the air. I think I'm doing this completely wrong 02:04 AM April 25, 2008: Definitely some part of the whole procedure has gone a bit off, compared to how they made it look in the magazines. 05:34 PM April 25, 2008: How can someone be bad at their own Y-axis? Starting to get a bit worried...and hungry. Maybe I can lure a bird into my mouth. 11:40 PM April 25, 2008: Actually punched a passing sparrow. Killed it, but it fell to the ground before I could eat it. Cat ate it. 04:38 AM April 26, 2008: Progress! Started descending, very slowly, a few minutes back. Seem to have leveled out at four feet from the ground. 06:58 PM April 26, 2008: No closer to the ground, but now starting to spin very slowly. Some little dog keeps snapping at my feet like the raptor in Jurassic Park. 05:52 AM April 27, 2008: Dog hanging from my bleeding foot, dead. I'll explain later. I really have to think about this. 11:59 PM April 27, 2008: Starving again. Dog on foot making my stomach grumble. Four meals away from anarchy, they say. I won't give in. I'm better than this. 03:40 AM April 28, 2008: Clumps of fur stuck to tacky, blood smeared hands. I hover over the skeletal, black angus trash bin remains of the dog. What have I become? 01:48 AM April 29, 2008: Blacked out for a few hours. No idea where I am now. Hovering over an empty grocery store parking lot in the middle of the night. 07:45 AM April 29, 2008: Morning shoppers pushing carts, not helping. I see a windsock puppet-man flopping at the gas station across the street and sympathize. 07:50 AM April 29, 2008: A little girl just pointed at me and told her mom I'm a funny looking balloon. I look nothing like a balloon. The kid's an idiot. 01:43 PM April 29, 2008: A lady making bacon-wieners refused to throw one up at me, no matter how much I asked. I was asking at the top of my lungs, but still. 10:10 AM April 30, 2008: If I had some very tall soled shoes, say, four feet high, people might stop staring at me as much. 03:09 PM April 30, 2008: Homeless man keeps asking "Whachoo doin up there?" No matter how many times I answer, he collapses with phlegmy, hobo laughter. 02:03 AM May 01, 2008: Plenty of thinking time when you're jump is busted. Gonna distribute some of the computing. Megacolon. Look it up. 02:35 AM May 01, 2008: Solace in thinking this is just a stupid dream has been shattered, along with my legs, by a speeding Humvee. 08:37 AM May 01, 2008: It's not until they're hanging lifelessly by ragged gristle that slowly snaps like a kneaded eraser that ya start to appreciate your legs. 11:04 AM May 01, 2008: Blacked out from blood loss. I can see one of my legs drifting off into the sky. Dunno where the other is. Gotta say, I'm a bit freaked. 09:50 AM May 02, 2008: Floating around with ragged flesh like ripped dishtowels hanging from my hip sockets reminds me there hasn't been a cool DOOM game in years. 07:00 PM May 02, 2008: Wrapped some trash bags around my waist and let them drape to the floor. Now I look more normal. Normal, smeared in gore, and 8 feet tall. 08:28 PM May 02, 2008: Some little bastard ran under my trash bags, hiding under there to make his friends laugh. That was an hour ago. He never came out. 12:08 PM May 03, 2008: Kid's friends insulting me, waiting for him to come back out. Wind kicked the bags up, revealing a bleached skeleton underneath. They ran. 02:19 PM May 03, 2008: Can someone drive by, throw me a rope and tow me someplace away from this skeleton? People must think I shit Harryhausen villains. 09:14 PM May 03, 2008: I realize now that if I do finally land, it'll be directly on the gaping hollows of my hip holes, jamming my pelvis up under my ribcage. 02:52 AM May 04, 2008: 3A.M. Drifted off into a lonely intersection. No cars all night. Sleeping pigeons silhouetted, nested in streetlight covers. Good night. 12:59 PM May 04, 2008: Dropped a three feet all in one go! I was eating a sandwich some homeless lady gave me when it happened and almost choked to death. 01:13 PM May 04, 2008: Dropped even more. Don't know if the sandwich is the key, but now I'm just compressing into the pavement under some freak gravity. 04:35 PM May 04, 2008: There's a man from the gas company in my house, screaming something about a gas leak and and neighbors angry about lost pets. Confused. 06:22 PM May 04, 2008: Seems I've been half mad breathing gas and eating pets. My legs are fine. Only M. Night Shyamalam could rival a shitty ending like this. 01:00 AM May 05, 2008: Probably shouldn't complain, but seems people should be harder to buy off when you've eaten their pets than simply giving them a canned ham. 10:37 AM May 05, 2008: My first day out since the gas induced hallucinations, and I've gotta say I'm a bit down on how no universal laws are being broken.[/TLDR]
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05-08-2008, 05:17 AM | #1539 | ||
Sims on fiah
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The first letter on there (from "Jeremy Gigaballs" or something) was actually from a friend of mine IRL. The funniest thing is we live in Britain, so he's never actually played Brawl. The original, unabridged, version of his email: Quote:
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05-08-2008, 11:47 AM | #1540 |
Pure joy
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Not to derail the yootoobs thread but was he serious or trying to emulate whining Nintendo fanboys?
If it's the former: Mario having a finite number of lives is tradition and it doesn't make the mechanic any less clunky these days. |
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