Kate's Party: The pictures... Ugh...

Well, I promised them and here they are. Directly from Kate's camera. And included in this awesome package of awesomeness photos comes my witty commentary about it. Nice, right?

Ok, well first up.

Well, what can I say about this photo? It truly captures the essence of the party. First I'm pretty sure this was just after Kate and Lewis jointly smashed a bottle on the ground. Belcher doesn't look so bothered though. And since this is a party people laugh at stuff like this; any other time and it's normally frowned upon (oh! Except in mobs! But anything goes in mobs).

... I believe that's Kate's bed. I'm sorry Leeman, it just had to be posted. I'm sure you won't mind. :)

Besides you look so comfortable there. A lot better than what I was doing.

... No comment...

Let's just keep it as: "I was wasted." K?

Unfortunately due to some unforeseen circumstances that are out of my control... I have no received any videos that I can edit and display on this beautiful page.

Now, you lot being the bunch of whining b*stards you are, you'll want excuses to make up for your loss of not being able to see "epileptic time" or something like that. So, I'll do even better, here's a whole plethora of excuses:

1) Kate CBA

2) I CBA

3) My computer was infected by a virus, but should be ok now. So, I spent the day virus scanning etc. instead of i.e. getting the video.

4) Kate's doing homework.

5) It's a Sunday. A day of rest.

6) I'm tired.

7) Procrastination rules.

Howzat for excuses, huh?

There are more photos but the numbered excuses explains why I can't get them. So... tough s*it.

If you thought that you would have been laughing at our antics in moving image, well, you thought wrong. So HA!

Although, if you really are interested about the videos and pictures you can either:

A) Ask Kate.

B) Wait a while. I'm bound to get them soon.

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Ok... so the story...

The premise for the following bit of story comes from Gavin - and it's a helluva idea. My idea was no where near as good as what he was thinking of - hell, I actually didn't even have an idea!

So, thank your lucky stars that Gavin is also writing the story. But I recall him saying that he'd also blog about the party. Oh well. Life goes on regardless...

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The expression on Lewis' face was priceless as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

'I-I-Impossible... How can this be?!' Lewis said, somewhat solemnly. 'If he's here then... how can I be...?'

I got up and dusted by clothes. 'Heh. Well from what we've learned from traversing these portals is that: There are parallel dimensions. When one things happening in one dimension, something totally opposite could be happening in the next. For example, in one the whole world is peaceful yet in a separate dimension that very place wages war against gigantic monsters. You should know and understand this too...'

Gavin joined me and we stood side-by-side staring down Lewis and his bloated head.

I looked towards Gimely and I know saw fully the person he had fumbled along behind him. I smiled towards Gimely in a: "You did better than I expected." way. He returned it by nodding emphatically "obviously".

There wavering in the light beside Gimely was:

Lewis.

Indeed. Gimely had managed to somehow brought Lewis, the Lewis that we know and love, into this dimension. Confronting the hideous deformity that stands before us. Although it looked like he was not fully aware of the situation. Which is to be expected, he just got dragged into something that is probably beyond his comprehension.

But the Lewis that stood before us was different. Aged by his terrible will and repugnant mind, he truly understood what was happening.

And he wasn't taking it well...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wonder what's going to happen? Will this distort the space-time-continuum of matter causing the current dimension to aplode into a million pieces? Who knows...

But damn! I thought I removed the worm that had infected my computer via Messenger but obviously I hadn't. It just started again opening windows to all my contacts and sending this link that will also infect them. God, this is annoying.

Anyone have any ideas how to remove it? I've already virus scanned my whole computer using Avast and I don't think it did the trick.

UPDATE: Yea! After many a hour of slaving away at the dreaded machine trying to rectify the mistake... I have finally done it! Yippee! Funny, after all the virus scans, deleting, moving, regediting etc. ALL IT TOOK WAS:

A SYSTEM RESTORE

The Story...

Okay, I'm finally here to post the next installment of the story.

Lewis's Head grew bigger.

He started to laugh.

'You shall both die now for sure.' He yelled.

His eyes started to glow a red colour. The glow was getting stronger.

Then it happened

Two red beams fired out his eyes, one aimed at WJUK the other at me.

We dived out the way. We had to recover quickly as his eyes were starting to glow again.

'WJUK when is he going to be here?' I yelled rolling out the way of the beams.

'Any minute'


With that both of us heard a familiar noise, even Lewis stopped and looked around.

Gimely came running over dragging someone by the arm shouting to hurry up.

Gimely and the person came over and stepped into the light.

Lewis let out a gasp of shock

WJUK and I had a smirk across our face.

He had arrived.

Who was this person that shocked Lewis?

Hopefully if WJUK is thinking what i'm thinking this will be good.

Kate's Party: During & The Aftermath

Sorry about the lack of updates for the last few days but I couldn't help it.  It's been over 24 hours since Kate's party and I still have a slight headache.

Everything at the party (and after that, for that matter) seems like a distant memory.  A very vague distant memory.

I can remember how it started... I think.

Met up with Ashley & Gavin.  I recall me and Ashley standing outside the main gate of Franklin College; unsure if Gavin was actually coming or not.  Since Ashley was indecisive on whether or not Gavin will be waiting for him to picking him up.  And fortunately (or unfortunately - depending on your preferences) Gavin appeared at the end of the street.  Noticeably flustered.  Probably because of the strong wind.

Walked on over to Kate's house.  Her address?

Oh, why it's (highlight):

You f*cking pedophile.

Anyway, moving swiftly onto what actually happened at the party.  At the beginning there were only a few people there (don't ask me who was 'cos I seriously have no bloody idea).  People started to break out the alcohol and you know what happens then...

There was also this weird Orange & Chilli alcohol drink that was passed around.  Apparently it 'burned' the tongue.  Guess what?  No, it doesn't.  Some people were either over-reacting loads or were not good with chilli.

Then I recall Matthew dishing out some vodka and after that things spiraled out of control... I think.

Gavin started drop-kicking people and some other people (me included) joined in.  There were some satanic rituals performed over the wood-burner.  And some other crazy-ass stuff happened.

About the wood-burner.  And even after Kate's numerous attempts and warnings about playing with it... we still did.  We even played "Fatal Jenga" on it using the wood that we were suppose to burn (Kate did not allow me to cut fresh wood).  People were also spitting alcohol on it and stuff.

At about 7/8, I don't remember.  I remember being close to passing out.  And just fell half-unconscious onto the sofa.  Which is surprisingly comfy - everyone agreed on that point.  I have no idea how long I slept, but lemme tell you:

Not much sleep + alcohol + party + Gavin + wood-burner =  (Close to, if not) Passing out.

After some time I felt my stomach churning.  And it was churning real bad.

I got up as quick as I can.  While holding my hand to my mouth, to stop the impending vomit.

Didn't feel nice.  According to eye-witness accounts (mainly Ashley's): 'Dude, that was f*cking amazing.  You totally projectile vomited.  I should have recorded it.'

Then later Gavin & Ashley decided to make themselves vomits (bulimic?) to "join the club."  Ah, I guess when one person starts people just gotta follow.

Some other wild s*it happened and I promise I'll post a more detailed overview tomorrow (if I can remember more of it anyway) as it's too late now.  And I haven't been on the internet for donkey's years (because of: sleeping).  So, if I get on tomorrow I may be able to get some pictures of it... maybe.  Don't get your hopes up.

This post is ending here.

"Very Funny Thursdays!"

Right so I'll cut out the boring parts of today and get right to the meat of the bone... or something like that.

The only real notable thing that happened to me in College today was the last lesson:  Maths.  As I have said before, our Further Maths class is insane.  Seriously, in the lesson we had today we spent HALF THE LESSON LAUGHING.

No joke.

At one point we were laughing so hard that the teacher struggled to teach over us.  And we got quite a stern talking to as well.  Now that I think about it the stuff we were laughing about were... not that funny at all.  None of us seemed to realise at the time and Richard even dubbed this particular weekday: 'Very Funny Thursday'  hence the title.

I recall laughing about Richard having to do all his work again.  Now that is genuinely funny.

You know when (and I bet everyone who has ever done maths in school will have experienced this) the teacher says to write out stuff instead of just writing down the answer i.e. ax+by+c = 5  etc.

But Richard only wrote the answers.  Following the example shown above he only wrote "5".  And he managed to avoid being found out until the about 15/20 minutes until the end of the lesson.  At the time he was on question 35~ish out of a possible 50.  And the teacher just springs up behind him (making him unable to cover his work from her sight) and says:

'Start again.'

Then, men being men, and Richard being Richard decides to try and worm his way out of doing his work again by making up some futile excuses:  'What?!  B-But you see.   I've thought about this very clearly [Me:  Not :|]  And here I've done three pages of notes.  *Holds up notes* And I thought that I'll get through these questions quicker if I only write the answers.  This way I'll be exposed to more maths question-'  By this time he was pretty much spouting nonsense, so I see no need to continue.  I don't remember any more of it anyway.  And while all this is happening the rest of the people in the room (including me) are ROFLing our heads off.

The teacher didn't sound amused by this excuse.  And cooly and calmly replied:  'Do.  It.  AGAIN.'

After that Richard's only reply was: 'Yes 'mam.'

LMAO, you had to be there to see the full intensity of humour.  Priceless, absolutely priceless.

I also recall a bit when we were talking about binary... Note:  Despite it being a maths lesson (and binary being numbers) binary had no relation whatsoever with our maths lesson.

And Rob was explaining how some "hardcore" gamers now have moved on from 1337.  And are now using binary.

OMFG.  I didn't even know these kinds of people existed.  Seriously though, who the hell punches into the chat this halfway through Halo (or something):

'01001111 01001101 01000110 01000111 00100001 00100000 00100000 01000100 01110101 01100100 01100101 01110011 00100001 00100000 00100000 01001001 01110100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01110100 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100001 01110111 01100101 01110011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100001 01111001 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100111 01100001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101110 00100000 00100000 01000010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110011 01110100 01101111 01110000 00100000 01101011 01101001 01101100 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110011 01101001 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01001001 00100111 01101101 00100000 00100010 01101000 01100001 01110010 01100100 01100011 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100010 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110100 01101111 01110100 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110011 01110000 01100101 01100001 01101011 00100000 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 00101110 00001101 00001010 00001101 00001010 00110001 00110011 00110011 00110111 00100000 01010011 01110000 01100101 01100001 01101011 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01101010 01100101 01110010 01101011 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101110 00110000 00110000 01100010 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110111 00101110 00100000 00100000 01001100 01001111 01001100 00001101 00001010 00001101 00001010 01001100 01101111 01101111 01101011 00100000 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110111 01100101 01110011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00101110 00100000 00100000 01001110 01100001 00100000 01101110 01100001 00100000 01101110 01100001 00100000 01101110 01100001 00100000 01101110 01100001 00101110 00100000 00100000 00111010 00101001'

By the way that translate to:

'OMFG!  Dudes!  It's like totally awesome that we're playing this game and all.  But could you stop killing me since I'm "hardcore" and I totally speak binary.

1337 Speak is for jerks and n00bs now.  LOL

Look binary is awesome.  Na na na na na.  :)'  Just in case you didn't know.

 

Ah, gamers always so (counter) intuitive.  What will they think of next?

Speaking in Hex?

'4f 4d 46 47 21 20 20 44 75 64 65 73 21 20 20 49 74 27 73 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 74 6f 74 61 6c 6c 79 20 61 77 65 73 6f 6d 65 20 74 68 61 74 20 77 65 27 72 65 20 70 6c 61 79 69 6e 67 20 74 68 69 73 20 67 61 6d 65 20 61 6e 64 20 61 6c 6c 2e 20 20 42 75 74 20 63 6f 75 6c 64 20 79 6f 75 20 73 74 6f 70 20 6b 69 6c 6c 69 6e 67 20 6d 65 20 73 69 6e 63 65 20 49 27 6d 20 22 68 61 72 64 63 6f 72 65 22 20 61 6e 64 20 49 20 74 6f 74 61 6c 6c 79 20 73 70 65 61 6b 20 62 69 6e 61 72 79 2e 0d 0a 0d 0a 31 33 33 37 20 53 70 65 61 6b 20 69 73 20 66 6f 72 20 6a 65 72 6b 73 20 61 6e 64 20 6e 30 30 62 73 20 6e 6f 77 2e 20 20 4c 4f 4c 0d 0a 0d 0a 4c 6f 6f 6b 20 62 69 6e 61 72 79 20 69 73 20 61 77 65 73 6f 6d 65 2e 20 20 4e 61 20 6e 61 20 6e 61 20 6e 61 20 6e 61 2e 20 20 3a 29'

LOL, that's the same words as above in Hex.  Amazing what the internet can do nowadays, ain't it?

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In league with the "funniness" and the "Thursdainess" of the current post.  I figured I'd post this interesting article:

Direct link here.

#10
Haha I bet this student got XXXXXXXXXXXXXtra credit LOL!

#9
Lol gives more fun to the hang man game.

#8
This guy show off gotten some credits! Look at those artistic skills...GO TMNT!

#7
This is too funny! What an idiot.

#6
What a moron...no comment.

#5
LOL only if algebra was this easy...then everyone would be A students in mathematics.

#4
There is something wrong with this kid's head.

#3
God I love this one...the is the best way to explain Bruce Wayne and the Batman connection in uber hard Calculus. A+++ for artistic quality and imagination.

#2
LOL yeah blame it on the FAT ASS elephant!

#1
Haha this is so damn funny...I guess the instructor should of clarified a bit more. Classic.

 

Courtesy (entirely with zero input from me) of MMOABC.com and a dude called "Punch".  Hey, I don't make up these names, ok?

Was that funny or what?

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Tomorrow I'm meeting up with Gavin & Ashley again.  Same time.  Same place.

We're really only going because we're still lacking presents for a certain someone's birthday...  *ahem*  Anyway, like the mad-rush before Christmas - we're going tomorrow.

And later in the day it's Kate's Birthday bash.  wOOt!

4w350m3n355, r16h7 dud3?

Anyway, so like... see you there.  I guess.  Ok, maybe not you.

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You know the drill.  Gavin has next installment.

Miserable Days

In regards of weather anyway.  Seriously, it was like rain rain and more rain.  Albeit in really heavy bursts.  So if you manage to get home in the few 10/15 minute sunshine breaks then you'll be fine.  Unfortunately, when I was coming home (the first time) it started raining again... Needless to say I got soaked I had to leave my jeans out to dry in the living room.  But I think just to annoy me I got inside and it immediately (no joke, immediately) stopped raining.  I got upstairs (after some food) and it was sunny.  OMFG!  I think god hates me...

I got into maths and to my surprise there was only one person there.  Then an even bigger surprise occurred... Suhaib was early!  By a whole 5/10 minutes!  THEN something even more out of the ordinary happened!  ROB (the guy who was late by 40 minutes) was early too! 

...  < My expression

THEN when we got into lesson the guy who always forgot his glasses... BROUGHT HIS GLASSES.

WTF is wrong with today?  Is it the apocalypse already?

Maybe I woke up to late to see the four black-horsed riders hellbent on Earth's destruction ride out of a giant hole out of the Atlantic Ocean (because everyone knows the gates to hell are under the Atlantic Ocean).

Anyway, the lesson preceded at a relatively quick pace.  And before I knew it I was in Computing.  Doing some IT.  And lemme tell you it's nothing like 'IT Crowd' not even a little bit. 

Roy & Moss - possibly the next rulers of the world?

Although we got to leave early because Daz (Darren our teacher) had to leave early to go to London.  I had a sneaking suspicion that it may because of a certain game launch...

Halo 3.

But I wasn't sure since I didn't ask him.  Hey, I got to leave early.  Everyone knows not to ask questions.

Then I went home and the aforementioned soaking happened.  Great.

 

After a while I went to my Media class.  And when I got in the room I immediately noticed a life-sized spiderman blow-up doll at the window... talking about creepy.  I decided not to ask any question either... you never know what might happen.  Then for the second week in a row the fire alarm went off.  And what made this fire drill worse was:

1) It was cold and raining outside.

2) The door to get outside was locked.

Seriously, it was locked.  Franklin certainly passes all it's fire safety tests... we ended up just standing in the quad waiting for the whole fire thing to blow over.  You know, if it had been a fire we would have been incased in a wall of fire with practically no way out.  Great.

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There is a reason why this update is as late as it is.  Well, my internet broke.

No, I did not type 'Google' into Google (don't try it.  It actually does break the internet).  I think it was the ISP.

I feel like a fool for trying to fix it for about an hour or so.   Damn.  I also multitasked during the fixing, I was actually doing my maths homework at the same time.  Neat, right?  Who said men can't multitask?

But anyway, it's fine now so all's good.  If it wasn't fixed by tomorrow I was going to march down and personally kick down the door and give them an ear full of what I felt.  Displeased, obviously.

 

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Story time.  Yes, and after week (or days?  I can't remember) of endless talking we have finally gotten down to some hardcore action.  Not that hardcore action you dim-wit.  I'm talking about fighting of course.  But...

DAMN YOU GAVIN!

I have to think of another idea on beating Lewis?  Isn't the 'kill this guy' plan good enough?

*sigh*

Enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'What's the idea?'  Gavin asks as he dodges -rather easily, may I add- a recklessly swung swipe by Lewis.  It seems he had truly lost his mind now.  His pupils were gone, and I think his body was purely acting on adrenaline and instinct.

'You'll know when he comes.'  I reply doing a back-flip over Lewis' right hand.

'He?'  Gavin asks quizzically.  He was trying to figure out what I was talking about.

I broke Gavin out of his lapse of concentration.  'Oh crap.  Lewis is changing again.'  I pointed towards Lewis, whose arms were shortening.  It was certainly unnerving...

Nothing happened...

'Has the potion worn off?'  Gavin asked as we creeped ever closer.

'I don't know...'  I whispered.  The whispering just came instinctively with the creeping and the darkness and all the ninja action.

When we got to about 3 metres away I finally saw Lewis' face fully for the first time.  He had certainly aged (and rather badly for that matter).  His eyes sported bags and were pretty much bloodshot, the lack of pupils didn't help his look either.

Suddenly Lewis flinched.  We jumped back in that instant, swords drawn ready for anything.

Then nothing happened again.

'WTF?'  I asked.

And then it happened.

Lewis' head grew bigger...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lewis' head grew bigger?!  Does it give him superior brain power or does it just act as a dead weight?

And what is the 'he' I refer to?

Fine out next time.

Finally some action.

The fight between Lewis and Us was raging on.

Lewis had the Advantage as the potion kept changing his body so we had to keep changing our plan tactics.

First of all we tried slicing his legs off while his arms were huge.
Second we tried attack his body when his legs were huge.

But both were hopeless, maybe Lewis prediction was right.

His legs shrunk and his arms once again popped out and great huge.

Straight away he starting swinging his arms around trying to squash us, but as always our speed increased our chances of not getting hit.

WJUK just narrowly dodged one of Lewis gaint hand pounds and straight away had to jump to dodge another attack, WJUK was inches away to get squashed inbetween Lewis's big hands just like a Bug.

WJUK and I retreated a bit and a quick conversation started.


'It seems like his arms are shorter then before' WJUK panted.

'Yeah, maybe the potion is wearing off' I said.

'Hmm, that gives me an idea' WJUK said

What is WJUK idea? Find out later.

Party on Friday!

That's right in 2 days it'll be Kate's birthday party. Everything has been set up and times have been set (albeit pushed back since Gavin didn't think 45 minutes is enough to get ready... seriously, 45 MINS! That's more than enough for me). Anyway, I believe Kate's birthday is actually Thursday (27th September) but one day doesn't matter.

She also wants me to get her a card... great. Where the hell am I suppose to get a card? Hm... *ponders*

Oh and Kate has given a suggestion to be the title of the story:

'The Never-Ending Action/Adventure Story'

Interesting... it certainly is original...

Although it bares quite a lot of resemblance to a title I've seen before... *cough* *cough*

I think it lacks a certain oomph the other titles in the poll have but it actually relates to the story... somewhat. Maybe if I throw in some more words...

*Runs off*

~Nothing happens (5 minutes pass) ~

*Runs back*

Here's the revised addition:

'The Never-Ending Awesome Action Adventure Ultimate Devil Ninja Assassins Operative Samurai Captain Gladiator Express Mecha-Knights Ragnarok Trans-Dimensional Warrior Demon Legions Gaiden Fatality Saga.'

Well, what do you think? By the way, this was the revised edition. I thought the title before this one was way to long. No, I mean waaaaayyyy too long. Anyway, the title can be shortened too:

'TNEAAAUDNAOSCGEM-KRT-DWDLGFS' for short. Nice, right?

lol

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WOOT!

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Day. Although... I'm lacking a festival here. I actually totally forgot until my dad's brother told me. Strange.

Anyway, it's pretty awesome so... enjoy it.

WAIT A MOMENT!

Speaking of festivals... I'm sure I've forgotten a really important festival...

OMFG!

I cannot believe I forgot this festival. Damn. Well; later is better than nothing so:

'Ahoy, 'me hearties! Ye go'dam land-lubbers...' - Just doesn't give the same kick when it's not the right day.

But in hindsight I should have remembered that September 19th was 'Talk like a Pirate Day.' *sigh* Better luck next year I guess.

But I'm definately not forgetting December 5th! That's one of the most important days of the year! Almost as important as XMas (It would be more important if we also receive presents on this day). You know what this day is, right?

You don't? OMFG, get out of my sight. You disgrace me and you dishonored your family.

Ok, joking. But seriously, be ashamed of yourself. Everyone knows December 5th is:

DAY OF THE NINJA

If you forget that you deserve a good beating. Hopefully, I'll remember it too. It's been circled on the calendar and everything. December 5th, here I come!

Pictured to the right: Ryu Hayabusa. Arguably the best ninja of all time. Arguably, anyway.

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You know the drill.

Wait for Gavin's next installment first.

Some news on the poll. Junction Swords is still in the lead with...

2 votes.

Oh come on. Seriously now!

Giant... Ninja... Psycho... Robots. How can you not like that name?!

Giant. Good.

Ninja. Awesome.

Phycho. Er... good (to an extent) as long as I don't get hurt or end up dead.

Robots. GOOD!

See, after a full breakdown analysis like that it shows that GNPR is awesome. End of story.

Relatively normal day... I guess.

Today, for me anyway, it was a relatively normal day.  Woke up for college.  Went to college.  Had media.

Oh wait, before lessons.  I met up with Alex, Belcher, Leeman, Mike, Kris.  And you'd never guess what they were reading through...

Mike's little post about Daisy.  LOL.  With the pictures and everything.  I'll let you think of the reactions of the others...

In media we were ordered to move the tables.  Yes, you heard that right.  Instead of actually doing media work we were ordered to move the tables.  I know, that's blasphemy!  It's heresy!  It's every bad word you can think off!

Well, that was only for five minutes.  But the new table format "improves work concentration and focus" and sh*t.  But I don't like it.  Precisely for that reason.  And because our awesome little table got split up (now we're beside each other - but that's beside the point).  It also messed up with our perspective of the room.  It looks a whole lot bigger.

Weird.

And then for the actual meat (context) of the lesson we were examining "Media Language" which meant watching a trailer for "The Others" over and over again repeatedly.  Then analyse every little speck about it.  Then watch it again before analysing it again.  THEN we moved onto analysing soaps and reality TV...

WTF?  I came to mess with computers and sh*t not watch soaps and analyse reality TV.  In that lesson I think I reached the epiphany of the lowest of the low.

 

In maths, Rob (you'll remember if I say:  Mr Quadratic) managed to be 40 minutes late.  Seriously, no joke.  And this time he didn't try to shove it off with an excuse like: 'I was in the library.'

But he used this one:  'I thought it was some other day than Monday, so we had maths later...'

Well that young man got a long hard talking to by Sue.  Including being taken out of lessons twice; I think it was.  And throughout the time that he spent outside the room we were...

LAUGHING OUR HEADS OFF.

It was extremely funny.  And Suhaib managed to make no end to the jokes about "Mr Quadratic being late" - that lesson was awesome.

 

In the second maths lesson, our teacher (Yvonne - how's Irish and tends to say "wee" a lot... seriously) ended up being about 5/10 minutes late.  We wasted no time in saying to her:  'Tsk tsk.  Your late.  Another late and your off the course.  What a disgrace to the maths department...'  LMAO

What made it funnier was that Rob (who was late for 40 mins if you recall) joined in on the fun.  Ah, good times.

Not much happened in Computing.  We just got some fat-assed books to take home.  One book was so old that it's been use longer than I have been on this Earth.  And that's pretty long ago.  You'd think they'd be able to at least get new books, especially books that are actual TEACHING IN THE PROGRAMMING LANGUAGE WE ARE USING.

Turns out the book uses PASCAL instead of VB - which we are being taught.  Geez, the nerve of the college people cutting back on budgets...

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I watched episode 26 of TTGL and boy was it intense.  Nothing short of the penultimate episode of an amazing and awesome series.  Seriously, anyone who likes giant robot with intense fights with an added dollop of awesome comedy (except for the emo eps [BOO!]) GO WATCH THIS SERIES NOW.

You'll regret it if you don't.  Trust me.

 

I also watched a film today.  Called 'Brave Story' and it was awesome too.  It's about this kid who isn't so special and one day-  Forget that, I'm too tired.  Here's a copy and pasted synopsis:

Wataru, the main character, is a 10 year old 5th grade elementary school student . His grades are so-so and he is a meek and unassertive boy who is easily manipulated by girls. One day his father runs off with a mistress, leaving Wataru and his mother behind. In shock, his mother suffers an accident and is near death. Brokenhearted, Wataru goes inside a neighborhood building that is reputedly haunted. The building actually is the entrance to a delusional world called Vision, in which Wataru must master magic techniques and collect hidden treasures to meet a goddess, who, it is believed, can make wishes come true. Together with new friends he meets there, Wataru's magnificent journey through Vision begins. Adventure, friendship, growing up, family ties, love and magic: this fantasy includes everything viewers expect and can be enjoyed by a wide range of audiences.

Happy now, kid?

Basically, it's good.  Watch this too. :)

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Story time.  Below.

Oh wait.  Before that Kate invited me to her birthday bash (party for all you rave-language illiterate people out there).  On Thursday... or is it Friday... 6 - 11... ?  I can't remember.  But I've yet to sign into WLM since my sisters been doing her homework (again) and because I've been watching stuff on the Wii (full-screen movies FTW!).

==BREAKING NEWS==

I just checked my email (at this precise instance) and found I got an email from Ubisoft.  So I opened it up and surprise surprise it contained a link to a exclusive trailer for Assassins Creed.  In case you don't know, Assassins Creed is an AWESOME game that is coming out soon.

Here's the link:  Trailer.

You need a Ubisoft account to view it.  Good job I've already got mine.

By the way, the trailer is intense!  Albeit a bit common, it's one of those stereotypical cult meeting things.  And one dude ends up dead... by Altair's blade.

==END BREAKING NEWS==

Anyway, where was I.  Oh yea.

Gavin, I had no idea what to do next.  Well, I had one.  And that included something about burgers, I believe.  But that doesn't matter now; what's done is done.  Besides your idea made a whole lot more sense than mine and added hysterical value.  So all's good.

But then again.  When have any of my ideas made any sense.

I remember thinking about an idea to combine Ketchup & Catsup to create a super-breed of 'sups but then decided against it since they'd be near perfect; and will eventually (undoubtedly) overthrow my iron-fist rule over them.

...

Ok, maybe I just thought up that idea up on the spot.

...

And maybe it did make more sense than I first thought...

Anyway, I'll stop wasting time.  Story.  Below.  Enjoy.

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'...'  I stopped in suspense.  Even Lewis was listening intently so he could formulate a counter-plan.

'Well then!  Spit it out!  If you haven't noticed we're kinda in a little predicament here!'  Gavin shouted towards me from across the room.

I smirked.  Half of my face was covered in shadow so only my smile remained seeable.  Lewis definitely looked scared.  'The plan is...'

'Yes?  What is it?!'

I lifted up the sword in my right hand and aimed my blade directly at Lewis' disproportionate body.  'Kill this guy.'

...

...

There was a long pause.  Until Lewis finally broke the silence.  He burst out laughing.  'HAHAHAHAHA!  What kind of plan is that?  It's totally useless.'

My smile didn't diminish.  And now that I looked towards Gavin he was smiling too.

Lewis finally stopped laughing when he finally found out that he looked like a total twat laughing hysterically by himself.  'W-What's the matter?  What's with those smiles?'

Gavin stepped forward and spoke clearly.  'It seems it has been a long time for you.  You have truly forgotten how it was like being our comrade.'

'W-What are you saying?  I still remember!'  Lewis clutched his head in pain.  He screamed:  'I DO!'

I finally stepped forward.  Revealing my whole face in the light and shining my blade's reflection into Lewis' eyes.  He shielded away like a nocturnal creature.  'If you did then you'd know... this is the way all our plans go.

'I STILL REMEMBER!'  Lewis was in hysterics now.  He had truly lost his mind.  'IT DOESN'T MATTER THOUGH.  SINCE YOUR BOTH GOING TO DIE HERE.  THIS PLACE WILL BE YOUR GRAVE!'

'Oh?  How can you be so sure?'  I asked, without even looking at Lewis.

Lewis recoiled a bit more at my voice.  And then drew himself up to full posture.  'BECAUSE MY CALCULATIONS SAY SO!  IT STATES THAT THE CHANCE OF WINNING YOU HAVE AGAINST ME NOW ARE LESS THAN 1%!  MY CALCULATIONS ARE NEVER WRONG!'

This time Gavin spoke.  'Your calculations may not be wrong...'

I finished of the sentence:  'BUT AS LONG AS THERE IS 1% WE WILL PREVAIL!'

This time Gavin and I spoke simultaneously.  In melo-dramatic OTT anime style:

'1% BECOMES... 100% COURAGE!'

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Some dramatic words by the two of us there.  Hopefully more action to follow next time.

Damn you WJUK

You always make me come up with the ideas. Plus, I bet you have some better ideas then me. You are just lazy, buckle down young man and do some work =P

Anyways on with the story.

WJUK started to fight back and I just rolled out the way of Lewis's hand.

WJUK glanced over and yelled 'WTF! What about our plan?'

'Erm...You never actually told me, you just screamed now' I yelled back while constantly dodging attacks.

'Oh Yeah, I would of assumed you knew what to do.'

'Erm... nope, I can't read minds yet' I yelled back

'Hmm, good point' He laughed and ran towards me dogding Lewis's hands

'Heres the plan' WJUK said

Muwhahahaha, WJUK get thinking of a plan.

Daddy Long Legs season? (MANY PICTURES IN POST)

Well, as the title suggests this particular post tries to surmise if it is Daddy Long Legs season or not.

For anyone who doesn't know or haven't seen one before, here's a picture:

Gruesome.  Anyway, after checking it up on Wikipedia, it turns out in different parts of the world "Daddy Long Legs" is a name for different things.  In the UK (which is here) it is referring to a "Crane Fly" - pictured above.

Here's a bit copied from the Wikipedia article (Daddy Long Legs) itself:

• A crane fly (Tipulidae) (in U.K. English), which is an insect. In Scotland it is also called a "Jenny longlegs".
• A harvestman (Opiliones) (in American English), which is an arachnid.
• A Daddy long-legs spider (several Pholcidae, but most often Pholcus phalangioides), which is a true spider.

What they all have in common is extremely long slender legs (that are really really really easy to break off).

Now you may be wondering why the hell I am talking about some stupid bug, but don't underestimate it.

This little things can bench-press 200kg... and they also shoot lasers out of their legs...

Ok, that may have been a lie.  In actual fact, I have NO IDEA why they even exist.  I think it's just god's way of annoying us.  Don't believe me?

Well, they come around this time (the autumn equinox) and what is their purpose?  NOTHING.  I'm not joking and I'm not insane.

They have NO PURPOSE WHATSOEVER.  They just appear this one time in the year, annoy the f*ck out of you then die.  Oh, wait before that they (somehow) managed to mate, between getting squatted and killed by others (including birds, who also like eating them).  So their children can continue their parent's wishes of annoying the f*ck out of you.

Well, anyway it's alright... I guess.  But at least get them to do something productive... like build a wall or something.  Maybe even kick a dog (inside joke for people who went to Wintringham - see everyone else, you're missing out on all the fun.  Go to Wintringham Oasis Academy: Wintringham [joke, don't go there])?

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You'll never guessed what happened to me on Halo.

I got accused of BOTING.  For anyone who is not literate in gamer-speak, this means I got accused of using a bot.

...

That didn't help did it?  It's basically... er... using a software that automatically works itself in the game.  Yes, it takes away all the fun of actually playing the game and yes it is cheating.

Anyway, back to the anecdote.  I got accused of boting just because I was raking up kills around the 80/90 region (my record is 94 kills in a single game).  The nerve!

It's funny how people fail to accept that maybe, just maybe, someone can be pretty good at a game (or the other people are sh*t) and can rack up some high kill rates.

Anyway, he was a n00b anyway.

For anyone who doesn't know what a n00b is here's a comic that explains this awfully well:

 

The last panel is 100% true... I think.  I wouldn't know since I'm not a n00b.

And you know what should happen to n00bs (and betrayers... and trolls etc.)?  Well, the following picture explains it a helluva lot better than I could with mere words.  Enjoy.

Oh wait, I failed to show you my reaction to his comments.  I got to say, thinking back it was extremely funny.  First I tried pleasant reasoning (since I am civilised afterall) - I don't even know why, because reasoning doesn't work with n00bs anyway - then I moved onto some gentle scolding.  And eventually I got so bloody tired of his incessant:

"UR BOTIN! UR BOTIN!"

Then I did what the following picture inscribes.  I can't remember what the actual character in the picture is called (Domo?  Domu?  Something like that) but it makes more sense than you think:

You have no idea how satisfying that felt.  It's like I finally taken a burden of my chest...

then shot it multiple times with a rocket launcher, before gathering all the dead decrepit pieces and shooting them again.  Then physically using a sharp jagged rock to grind it into dust and throwing the dust into the ocean.

Ok, enough n00b-bashing.

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I just checked the poll set up for the title of the story and it seems "Junction Swords" is in the lead currently; by an ALMIGHTY...

wait for it...

wait for it...

2 VOTES!

Yea, you better believe it.

 

As, anyone who regular checks this  blog (and this should include you) I don't do two consecutive posts with the story.  It's just not my style.  So, you'll have to wait for Gavin to post then me then Gavin then me then Gavin then me then Gavin... and it goes on etc.

So, enjoy the free time that you would be spending reading the story for something more useful.  Like go outside and smell the fresh air, get a hobby or maybe even check up on all the news that has come out of TGS 2007.

Anyway, goodbye and goodnight.

 

Woah, there are like... quite a lot of pictures in this post.

W... T... F?

Well, the title is in response to Gavin's previous post.
Seriously, WTF? And no, I was high when I wrote it doesn't count as an excuse Gavin. Trust me, I would know.

Anyway, the reason for the unimaginative title was because nothing much happened to me today (nothing much ever happens on Saturday's for me). That's because Saturday is generally my day of rest. A day to lie in my bed for as long as I like and do sweet FA. And boy, Saturday's are awesome.

Sunday's are fast becoming a least than satisfactory day though. Due to the influx of college work and homework, Sunday's are slowly transforming from the once: good-natured, idyllic day of rest to a: power-hungry, homework-inducing velocity monster. No seriously, due to college homework I have to quite some time sitting at a desk writing sh*t. It sucks. And it's not going to get better either.

Further along the line (like next year - A2 Levels) the situation gets worse. Much worse. For anyone who has done A2 before - you'll know what I mean. For anyone doing A2 next year (like me, and many other) or is going to in the near future... pray for dear life... pray. That's all the advice I can give you since I haven't reach the "needing god to help me out" stage.

The reason for this gargantuan amount of homework is because apparently: 'At A2 Level, students are meant to spend as much time on self-study at home as they do in lessons.' Which basically means they set a sh*t-load of homework.

Anyway, I've managed to make a few paragraphs spawn out of nothingness (it's one of my special abilities) but I guess it's enough for now.

I'm actually writing this post from the actual blogger web-editor for once (my last time was ages ago) since I started using Windows Live Writer. It's because my sisters been on all day doing her homework (she's in A2 - told you so). And apparently, she's got several essays and transcripts lined up for her to do. Poor soul. But I guess it's her fault for letting the work pile up in the first place.

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Anyway moving swiftly on to the next agenda on my relatively short (and spontaneous) list.

The story... ah yes... about that. I would just like to say something about Gavin's previous post... oh wait, I've said it already at the start of this post. But I'll reiterate it in one sentence:

WTF were you smoking at the time of writing it?

Ok, that may have been a little harsh. But I fail to see how he can conjure up a potion that allows the user to change the proportions of his/her body every 5 minutes without being either:

• Mad
• Stoned
• Hysterically mad
• Insane
• "Round the bend"
• Crazy

And I'm pretty sure Gavin isn't mad, hysterically mad, insane, "round the bend" or crazy. And through the process of elimination it leaves me with him being stoned. I know, I know, I have the wits to be a detective, but that's not what we're discussing here.

This whole thing is probably because Gavin's idea was totally unpredictable (to me anyway, I don't know about others who may be mentally unsound) and all my ideas about the future of this fight were thrown out the window, and dissected alive my vultures. Thrice. Then killed through a mortal stabbing to the multiple peck holes of it's festering wounds. In it's last nonces of breath, it can see the lead vulture physically ripping out it's heart and having it gushed into it's own mouth. Or something like that. I've never been good with metaphors... or similes... or whatever they're called.

But point is: The idea screwed everything I had in mind for the story and never called it back.

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'HAHA!' Lewis laughed from the distance way upon high. It was kind of hard to hear as he was actual quite far away. 'I call this my: "Body-Proportions Limit-Breaker"!' Lewis bellowed out proudly. How can he say that name so proudly?

At this time, the three of us were still holding our guts. To prevent them from exploding through the power of laughter. This unnerving laughter carried on for a few minutes before Lewis got uneasy.

'Hey~ Stop it! I command you to stop laughing at this non-hysterical predicament that you are in!' Nothing changed. At this point I really felt that my head was exploding. The laughter got up to the point where it doesn't matter what you do it's still funny.

For example, Gimely rolling on the floor. In any situation this wouldn't be funny. But in this special situation anything was the subject of much besieged laughter.

'Fine! Laugh all you want. At least you'll have good memories before I send you to hell. Ah, right on time 5 minutes; next trans.' And instantly Lewis legs popped (accompanied by an actual "Pop" sound) back inside his body. Leaving them regular size. But now his arms grew magnificently out of proportion.

'Now you're all going to die!'

And with that Lewis lifted his two gigantic hands up into the air (you'd think it'd be physically impossible to do that because of the weird proportions - well, you're wrong). We just continued to laugh and laugh and laugh. It seemed that there was no end to the laughter.

Lewis got really angry now. Seeing as we were pretty much ignoring him altogether. And were now laughing at each other's half-hearted funny antics.

'DIE!' And Lewis swung his hands down recklessly.

NOW!
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Oh, is this a plan?

I wouldn't know, because all my ideas were destroyed unceremoniously by Gavin's few words, remember?

But no worries. I guess this is what makes doing this fun. You never know what might happen next.

No joke about that one. For all I know in Gavin's post there'll be a intrusion in the battle and a gigantic, hyperspace, galactic, hyperactive, pot-smoking, bald space monkey smoking a Cuban cigar will leap into battle for us. And will become the second Lewis.

2 posted from me today

Story time this time from me.

Lewis started to grow.

His legs grew making his body out of proportion.

WJUK and I looked shocked, Lewis's body was uneven his legs bigger than his body.

'WTF!?' WJUK shouted laughing. Gimely and I were laughing too.

'Stop laughing you fools' Lewis yelled slightly annoied 'This is a Special vial of potion, it's an ever-changing size potion'

'What?' All three of us said at the same time.

'It means my body parts change proportion every 5 minutes.'

Just a quick post...

Okay, WJUK posted a alittle bit on Kingdom Hearts the other day. This morning while doing my random internet surfing business I came across this.


The biggest surprise at this year's Square Enix booth was the announcement of a new Kingdom Hearts project. While it may be true that Kingdom Hearts II left some questions unanswered, Square Enix has decided to expand on the world of Kingdom Hearts with not just one or two titles, but a trio of games for the DS, PlayStation Portable, and mobile phones. What's more, all three of the titles are different games with their own settings and timelines. Tetuya Nomura is working as the director for all three titles, together with Shinji Hashimoto, who will serve as executive producer.

The first title, Kingdom Hearts Coded, is the mobile game release. The game is being codirected by Hajime Tabata and produced by Kousei Itou. No release date or carrier has been announced yet. Kingdom Hearts Coded's CG trailer started off with the words "Mysteries get solved, making the world wider." The scene changed to Jiminy Cricket flipping through the journal that he's written during his adventures with Sora. He stops at one page, which reads, "We must return to free them from their torment." Puzzled and unable to recall what that page was supposed to mean, he runs to consult the King (Mickey Mouse), who decides to search for answers by digitizing Jiminy's journal.
The player apparently takes the role of a Sora that was born inside the digitized world of Jiminy's journal. Attendees were shown a couple of clips of in-game footage, and although the graphics were mobile-phone quality, it still runs as a 3D action game and has the Kingdom Hearts atmosphere.

The second title, Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, is the DS release. Unlike previous installments in Kingdom Hearts, the game focuses on the series' antagonists (known as Organization XIII), and Roxas, who was "the other main character" in Kingdom Hearts II.
Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days' trailer starts off from the last scene in Chain of Memories (the PlayStation 2 version), and the words "The time during the opposite side, when Sora goes to sleep" appear on the screen. The scene changes to the station and clock tower in Kingdom Hearts II, with Roxas and Axel looking over the city at the sunset. In another scene, Roxas is seen sitting in a white room together with the rest of Organization XIII, and a new, 14th member is introduced into the organization. Although the character's face was hidden by Organization XIII's traditional hooded jacket, it was apparently a female character.
Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days is a multiplayer action game where you can fight as an Organization XIII member and attempt to complete missions cooperatively with friends. During the trailer, up to four characters fought together on the same screen against a massive boss character in a city setting. The game will also feature a single-player mode, of course. The gameplay looked similar to the combat from past KH games, though the frame rate was running a little low in the trailer footage. Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days is codirected by Tomohiro Hasegawa and produced by Patrick Chen. The game is being developed by h.a.n.d Inc.

Last but definitely not least of the three Kingdom Hearts games, Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep is a new title for the PSP. From checking out the trailers, it felt the most like a true Kingdom Hearts sequel of the three games (except that it's actually a prequel). Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep's trailer started off with the words "The distant past." And as it turns out, the game takes place before Sora's era, back in the days when there were multiple "keyblade masters" around the world. We're introduced to two characters whom we assume are the protagonists: a blond boy who looks strikingly similar to Roxas, and an older, taller, black-haired guy who looks a bit like Final Fantasy VII's Zack in baggy pants.
Audiences who have finished playing through Kingdom Hearts II were in for a surprise. As it turns out, the bonus secret movie from the game was apparently an event that took place in the past. During Birth by Sleep's trailer, we saw the same landscape and bald man with a gray goatee and yellow eyes that were featured in the KHII movie. It seems certain that he plays a key role in the game, as the trailer took time to show him trying to influence the blond-haired boy in some unknown way, and also facing off in combat against the black-haired man, who's trying to stop him. In another scene, he was seen shouting, "Use your powers to break the darkness and fix my wrongdoings!" At the end of the trailer, a figure who looked like Mickey Mouse appeared to confront the bad guy with a weapon that looked like a cross between a sword and a magic wand.

Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep is directed by Tai Sasue and produced by Patrick Chen.

Aimlessnesses... ?

I'm pretty sure that's not even a word... but meh.

So, anyway today as you may have heard I went to town with Gavin & Ashley.  Which proved as fruitful as... a... er... a dead tree (???).  But anyway, you know how I do things around here.  Chronological order!

Started off with waking up and stuff, boring things that everyone else does too.  Then I had media.  With Ginny - our 2nd media teacher.  We spent the lesson talking about stuff (1 hour of that) and then we got sent into the suite (not the one with loadsa macs in though) and we ordered to get onto blackboard (it's like a place where students can access college information).

It was also funny when they practically begged the students to add them as friends on MySpace.  No, seriously.  They actually did get people to add them to MySpace.

If you've clicked the link you'll have got to their page.  Duh.  Turns out 'Franklin Media' is 17 years old...

I have no idea how they worked that out, before you ask.  And if you scroll down a bit you'll be able to notice that they only have 43 friends.  Now, I think I have more than that; and I don't even have a MySpace account!

Anyway, point is.  I think it was pretty pathetic.  In a round-a-bout, messed-up, college way.

Oh, they also allowed us to start our 500 word essays (which was our homework) in the last 40 minutes or so of the lesson.  And just because I had enough homework to deal with in the weekend anyway, I blitzed the essay.

I ended up with 749 words.  Damn.  I did more than I intended.

But one could say, I cheated...  hehe

What happened was we wrote an essay on this quotes and questions etc.  (It's media, you don't need to understand).  Now, what I did was copy out the quotes and questions than answer them.  So effectively half of what I did was what was already on the sheet!  Hooray for my cleverness!

Also, as a product of my early completion.  I got to leave early!  Hooray for my cleverness!  Meaning, I had extra time to go home and drop of my bag then meet up with Gavin & Ashley.

So I did that.

We actually met on the main road next to GY college - since they walked very slow.  And we set off on our pointless journey.  No, seriously it was pretty much pointless.

We got to town.  First things first.  Banks.

Ashley happened to withdraw his money first, since his bank was the closest.  Yorkshire Bank.

Yes, out of all the banks he could have chosen (Natwest, Barclays, Halifax, Nationwide) he chose Yorkshire.

It was funny to 'cos down the same street there happened to a "Derbyshire Building Society" and we started discussing if they had gangwars down the very street we walked on.

Next came me and Gavin withdrawing money.  I headed towards Nationwide, while Gavin to Natwest.  Since they were only across the (predestinated) street; Ashley stood in the middle watching...

Watching what?  I cannot say.  As I do not know.

It was also funny since the cash machine as Natwest (for some inexplicable reason) is like 2 ft high.  Gavin had to literally kneel down to get his money.  LMAO.  Priceless.

Then came my aforementioned-in-yesterday's-post thing.  MySims.  I had promised to pick it up.  And pick it up I did.

That was the only thing I had to really do at town.  And turns out Gavin & Ashley came to town for the hell of it too.  So we were left oodles of time to spare but nothing to do.  We ended up walking round full-circle inside Freshney Place.  Until it was finally decided that we take some direction, and what we all had in common at that time was that we were hungry.  So food it was.  Except... we weren't sure where we were going to eat.

But it seems our feet were going to guide us there.  As we miraculously ended up outside Kendalls.  After our stomachs were satisfied we moved on yet again.  To the sweet sweet stall store that sells sweets at the market.  And they sell them for really cheap.  No, I mean really really cheap.  Take for example, one of those Maoam they sold them for:

20 for £1.

Now that's a pretty awesome deal.  Heck, it's a frickin' awesome deal.

I ended up getting 4 packets of Tic-Tac for £1.  Sweet... not just the deal but the sweets too.

Anyway, at this time we seriously had nothing to do.  And ended up walking round again.  And miraculously  (yet again) we find ourselves outside another food-orientated store.  This time it was:

Eskimoo

Yes, I know.  That is like the cheesiest name you have ever heard.  But can you guess what they sell?  I already gave you a hint that they sell food.

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No?  Well, they sold milkshakes.  And no, not with Blendtec blenders.  Apparently not long ago a blender exploded too (according to Gavin (who was according to his sister) anyway) - but that's another story for another day.  Preferably not tomorrow.  Or the day after that.

Well, after Eskimoo it was back home for me.  Seeing as Ashley & Gavin had lessons (HAHA) and be sure, that I gave them a helluva amount of grief about them having lessons.

Not much happened to me at home afterwards.  I came home.  Slumped onto the couch, and booted up MySims for a quick play-through.

I'm not going to bore you with the details or anything, but it's a good game.  Not a brilliant game.  But a good one nonetheless.  I think it could have been better if they spent some more time polishing it.  Since I noticed that quite a lot of times the frame-rate dipped well well well below what it was suppose to be.

But anyway, well worth a rental at least if your into Sims and stuff.  Although it hardly bares any resemblance to the PC versions of The Sims.  In looks and gameplay, for that matter.

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Story today?

No.

Reason, I'm tired.

That's a crappy reason.

So.  Deal.

What about Gavin's side of the story?

*shrugs nonchantly* Dunno.

What?!  At least throw me a bone here!

*throws a bone*  Howzat?

I meant that figuratively.

Sounded kinda matter-of-factly to me.

Ah, forget it.

I was planning to.

*grumble*

What?  What was that?

Nothing.

Ok.

Mr Quadratic

Yea, the title... it seems I'm getting crazier titles by the day.  Anyway, let me explain who 'Mr Quadratic' is.

First, like every super-awesome writer dude, I set the scene.  It's the last lesson of the college day, everyone is weary and tired and CBA to do anything.  And we're in a classroom... doing maths.

Funnily enough we were doing Quadratics.  And half way through the Quadratic exercises, Rob shouted: 'OMFG!  That's it.  I give up!'  And he also accompanied that with the trademark, throw arms up into the air in frustration thing.  It's was loud enough for us to hear it, but obviously it wasn't loud enough for the teacher to hear it (it seems only media teachers have super-sonic hearing).

We all laughed and I pwnd Rob by replying to his frustration: 'Obviously, you're taking the wrong course then.'  Him having no come-back just grunted disgruntly.  And for the next 10/15 minutes or so he just sat there doing nothing... that is nothing except drawing on his piece of paper.

I watched curiously, and after a while the teacher also noticed his subdued, non-mathematical antics.  She walked over to him - who was still concentrating on his works of art - and stood there looking at him from above.  The whole class started laughing and eventually Rob looked up to see the unhappy face of Sue (our maths teacher).  Who promptly snatched the paper he was drawing on.  Held in a laugh, and threw the piece of paper back down on the table.

And then I finally got to see what Rob was drawing.  It was a stick-man cartoon.  Actually, it looked along the lines of what Kris Wilson draws.

And under than ugly mug of a stick-man were these words: 'Mr Quadratic'

LMAO.  And you had to see the picture as well (sorry folks, I tried to obtain the coveted piece of paper but it ended up being screwed up and in the bin).

Later on Rob explained his idea for his comic.  And this is a rough list of what he said:

• Mr Quadratic is the main hero of the comic
• His arch-nemesis (because EVERY super-hero needs an arch-nemesis) is... Quartic Man! (And he said that so enthusiastically as well)
• Quartic Man also has an army of surds.
• To combat the endless army of surds... Mr Quadratic solves them!  (Oh how original) Using the power of mathematics!
• Mr Quadratic also has a sword made up of e-numbers... at this point I question him and say that e-numbers technically have nothing to do with maths...  he didn't care.
• Mr Quadratic also has a special move...  this is where the fun stopped.

As you can see, we get up to some crazy-ass stuff in our lessons.  I swear I'm influencing everyone at Franklin to unleash their dark side...

Well... whatever.  It seems like idle chit-chat day today; since I spent most of the day idly chit-chatting.

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Great news from TGS (Tokyo Game Show).

I didn't start this blog too long ago, but if I did I'll have no doubt blogged about either one of the KH games.  They were f*cking awesome.  No, seriously.  The storyline and stuff were amazing.  Although I didn't play Chain of Memories on the GBA.

But nevermind all that now.  Because this very special news came out of TGS:

KH 385/2 Days.

What does the name mean?  I have no f*cking idea.  But it's a KH game, that's all that matters.  And, the game, in fact, just happens to be on the DS.  A PSP version and mobile version were also announced, but I don't have a PSP and mobile games generally suck anyway - and I don't play them.

I was a little distraught by the fact that they didn't announce a console version, that would have been really awesome.  Since, the console KH games are way better than the (so-far anyway) handheld counterparts.  But I guess we take what we're given.

Some info that has come out for it:

- TGS trailer starts with the line “The time of the other side.”

- Focus on Axel, Roxas, and Organization XIII.

- 4 player fighting was shown off using in-game graphics

- early in development (Game Informer called the graphics “ugly”)

 

Now, if it was anything like the console games it would rawk.  If it's like the GBA game... meh, I'll give it a try.  Since there is 4-player fighting.  That would be pretty frickin cool.

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It's also been decided - after much confusing delegation and big words - that the trip to town will go ahead for tomorrow.  At 11:00, we're meeting in front of Grimsby College.  It's going to be Ashley, Gavin and me.

It was funny too.  Since Gavin thought I was coming yesterday, and I thought it was tomorrow.  So Gavin spent about half an hour waiting yesterday, even if it was the designated time I couldn't have made it since I had lessons.  I guess this is what happens when... er... communication breaks down... or something.

And I've also been tasked by my sister to pick up MySims for the Wii.  Originally I was going to pick up Super Paper Mario, but after some powerful persuasion (in the form of currency) I changed my mind.

What also helped in this mind-changing process was that apparently there's a glitch in the PAL version of the game.  That sucks.  It takes about 5 months to get here and in that time, instead of getting better... it gets worse.  Well, one bug worse.

So, it seems I'll be buying MySims tomorrow.

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Moving swiftly on and it's finally the time for the next installment in the highly-popular, fun to make up story.

Now, the title.  Yes, the poll is progressing nicely.  Well, actually it isn't.  Since there is a three-way tie, between:

• Junction Swords
• Giant Ninja Psycho Robots
• Initial Demon Siren One

Hm... that's not good.

So, vote now.  Your vote will make the difference and you will have helped in the making of a name of a story... or something like that.

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I opened the cockpit and jumped out.  I saw Gavin do the same.  Despite the high drop, we landed unfazed.  Ready to fight.

I still couldn't see Gimely anywhere.  Where the hell is he?

'Haha!  I can't believe you actually did that!'  Lewis laughed, spitting out some spit in the process.

'Unlike someone, we have honor and pride.'  Gavin replied back, in a very hero-like way.  I nodded in agreement.

Lewis stopped laughing.  His face grew serious.  'Then your honor and pride will be your downfall.'  Lewis smirked.  The very smirk gave off a sense of evilness.  An evil so great, that it hasn't been rivaled by anything we've seen before.  And we've seen a bunch of stuff before.  What made the smirk worse was that Lewis used to be a friend.

I forced myself to not think as Lewis a a friend anymore.  But an enemy.  'Well, what are we waiting for?  Let's get this over with.'  I said, the chasm echoed my voice.  Like a distant memory it eventually disappeared.

'Hehe.  Not yet.'  Lewis smirked again - that same evil smirk.  He pointed towards our mechs.  'I told you your honor and pride will be your downfall.'  And instantly after Lewis finished a large amount of tentacles burst out from the walls and gripped the mechs.  In less than two seconds, the mechs were gone from sight.  Amidst all this, Lewis just kept on laughing and laughing.

Gavin clenched a fist.  'I won't forgive you!'  Gavin raised his clenched fist at Lewis.

'Oh?  Is that so?  Why can you lowly worms do against me?'

I stepped forward now.  'I'll tell you what us lowly worms can do.'  I did a little smirk of my own.  'KICK - YOUR - ASS!'

Lewis withdrew a small step from this comment.  It was hardly noticeable, but it was there.  Which means we can still instill fear into his heart.  He quickly regained his composure and spoke aloud:  'Is that so?'

'Uh-huh.'  I replied, lifting my foot to replicate a kicking of the ass.

Lewis smirked again.  And took a step back into the shadows.  The shadows now covered the upper half of his face.  He continued to smirk, with that diabolical mouth.

I heard a *plug* sound as if someone opened a champagne bottle.  And Lewis hands went up to his face.  Temporarily, I could only see his sleeve and the sound of drinking echoed throughout the place.  Rebounding off the walls, seeming endless.

Eventually, Lewis arm withdrew from his face.  And he threw the thing he was drinking in front of him.  It broke into three pieces when it hit the ground.

That is!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What is it?

Find out next time.

Demon Devil Bats Aura!

The Black Aura from Demon Devil Bats Aura exploded demolishing everything in it's Paths.

Black Lazers where firing all over the room bouncing off the walls.

The room lighten and the smoke cleared.

All over the wall laid Blood, obviously from the Strogl.

Various Limbs of the Strogl where scattered about.

Blood was splatter on the Mecha and we couldn't see out of it. WJUK pressed the Window Cleaner button.

The Balcony where Lewis stood was still undamaged.

WJUK and I both looked at each other with a WTF expression.

Lewis laughed and jumped down from his Balcony, 'I should of expected you three to get to fight me. Get out that thing and fight me face to face.'

'Hmm, Can't we just step on him?' I whispered to WJUK

'We could, but we can't really kill Lewis' He laughed

'But, He deserves it, I mean, How many people has he killed.' I argued back

'True, how about we fight him fairly' WJUK said, I gave a nod to agree with him, eventhough squashing him would be easier.

We got out the Mecha and stood face to face with Lewis

'Good, Now I can kill you two and carry on with my plans.'

Monkey Pitch

What?!  A monkey pitching in baseball?!

NO!  The title has nothing to do with monkey's playing baseball.

But-

No buts.  Roll the credits.

...

Er... you don't have credits.

Damn.

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I'll get to the title in due time but I like doing things in chronological ([kron-l-oj-i-kuhl]) order.  If you don't like... tough.  It's my blog and I post things the I like, whenever I like, however I like.

If I really wanted to I could make this whole post dedicated to... er... Manchester (I won't though - it's the first thing I looked at when I was thinking of something).  So, just deal with it.

Anyway, today was a... a... tiring day.  But when is a day not tiring?  This waking up early thing is really not working for me since I'm actually a human equivalent of a nightwalker (if you have no idea what a nightwalker is... you're uber-stupid).

A quick Google search yielded this picture:

 

That's just in case you want some visual representation of what a nightwalker is; and plus I think I haven't been posting any pictures lately.  I've grown even more lazy.

I didn't think that was humanly possible, but obviously human limits don't apply to me.

But anyway I guess I have transcended the boundaries of normal, day-to-day, human laziness.  Heck, if there was an easy route to do things (and live life) I'll take it.  Unless, of course, it leads to either:

1. Certain death.
2. The certain probability of a loss of any of my limbs.
3. The possibility I'll go insane.
4. The possibility of losing my head.
5. The possibility of losing anything.
6. Me paying large amounts of money.
7. Me entering hell to retrieve certain artifacts from Hades himself (although I would like to meet Cerberus).
8. Having anything penetrating my body - in any way.
9. Having unseen acts happen to me.
10. Stuff so horrible that my mind is effectively erecting a mental barrier to stop me trespassing further into the thought... *shudder*

There's probably more stuff to it than that.  But you know me... lazy.  And plus, I can probably leave the rest to your imagination.

Oh, great I babbled on again.  I digress.

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Anyway, as I was saying:

I got up (reluctantly) and went to college.  All is normal here.  Went to maths.  Everything is still normal.  Rob was late.  Still normal.

You get the idea.  I pretty ordinary day.

Maths was more talking & laughing than any working.  Computing was some work in VB - which I am starting to excel at.  By the way, does any one have a copy of VB that I can have?  So I can study from home.  It's just that I've tried a ton of places and since it's been discontinued, it's f*cking impossible to find.

Anyway, then home.  Oh wait, after talking to Danny and a girl called: Emily, at break.  I couldn't be asked to find anyone else that time.

Yea, so after that I went home.  Did ordinary stuff that an ordinary (no matter how lazy) do.  Then back to college at 2:50.  Now, here's the only bit of the day that was out-of-the-ordinary.  To an extent, you could say it was extraordinary...

...

yea, extraordinarily CRAP.

No not the lesson, but the work we did.

It was all because of last lesson... media.  Do you remember?  If you don't here's a reminder: Monkeys.

Yea, it was the media lesson that we had to pitch our (monkey) idea for a children's TV show to the rest of the class.  I remembering walking into the class, sitting down and seeing our work from last week.  Here was my first immediate thought:

'Holy f*ck.  What the f*ck were we smoking last time... I wouldn't mind having some now.'

Yea, we literally were "monkeying' around last lesson.  Get it?  Monkey = monkeying.  See what I did there?

...

Nevermind.

Anyway, we had 40 minutes to finish off the details to get ready to pitch to the rest of the class.  Now, our group being who we are (lazy people who don't work) we actually spent most (if not all) of that 40 minutes doing sweet FA.  Oh wait, no we didn't.  We spent most of it making a monkey mask.  LMAO and at the end the monkey mask wasn't that good anyway.

So, then the pitch.  We winged it.  As usual.  And we did quite well, might I add.  Whenever someone couldn't think of anything another person butted in to fill in the holes.  It was like a dream team of... er... pitchers.  Well, except Kenny who spent the vast majority of the pitch just wearing the monkey mask.  LMAO.  There was even a bit when the teacher asked:

'Do you feel stupid wearing that?'

And then came the reply:

'So very much...'  I wasn't sure but I swear I heard a snarl at the end.  Just minutely, but it was still there.

I, having to talk, just pretty much reach from the sheet we knocked up the previous lesson.  When it was time to vote for the best (the best winning some crappy chocolate) we placed a reasonable third.

Now, I may not be a genius (in some respects anyway) even I know that pitching a idea about monkeys to a bunch of your peers may not gain you recognition.  And we went first just so that we could move on from our crappiness quickly.  But obviously it was not the case.  Granted the team that placed last had only two people, but we whooped their ass fair and square anyway.

And also, granted that the method of deducing the winner was... er... shall I say: less than sophisticated.  It was the employment of the Franklin's very-own, one-of-it's-kind, uber-special...

CLAP-O-METER.

...

Yea, that was my reaction as well. It was based on the loudness of claps... and the teacher had to figure out who had the loudest claps.  Now, I may be wrong on this but most teachers don't have super sonic frequency hearing that separate between minute differences of loudness in sounds - by the looks of it though, our media teacher does.

Well, according to the CLAP-O-METER (which by the way, I think, is the cheesiest name ever to grace any blog or medium of any-kind) this group with the TV show called 'Zig-Zag' placed first.  And, because we couldn't vote for ourselves, I would agree.  Mainly because they had the swankiest logo, no seriously the logo actually looked professional.  Except maybe for the weird arcs inside the letters - but let's not get into that.

This other team came second (I don't even remember what their show was about) and we came third.  Not a bad result, I guess.  Although in hindsight the monkey idea wasn't the best idea we had... way to far in development of the pitch I thought of a combo that would blow minds.  But alas, it was not to be.  It was too late to add anything.

What was the combo?

Hm... do you really want to know?

Yes.

You sure?  You're really not scared of my "blowing minds" comment about it?

Er... yea, sure.  Hit me with the combo.

Ok...

Monkeys.  The original concept...  then...

A NINJA MONKEY!

How about that?

BOOM! *Head explodes*

I hate to say it to your decapitated dead corpse, but I told you so.  :P

Anyway, thinking about it now I could have furthered this idea through a actual 'Ninja Vs Pirates: Monkey Style' thing but oh well.  I just hate that, don't you?  All the good ideas came after you finished doing it.  Like after York we thought of making a stop-motion Lego horror film.  Argh.

Oh crap, I prattled on for way too long.  I digress.  Now lets quickly move onto another subject.

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Here's the section that would normally include the story but I've now got into the habit of only posting the story after Gavin posts.  That way there's an equal amount of contribution from each of us.

And plus, I'm lazy.

That's not an excuse for you anymore!  You're always lazy.

Ah touché.  How's this for an excuse:  I've been way too much thinking today (especially about monkeys) and my mind has already exhausted all it's mental resources.  In order for my mind to be able to stimulate again I must gain a certain amount of shut-eye.  The end.

... Meh, I think that's good enough.

Thank you.

Now go on your merry way before I change your mind and digest you alive.

Huh?

Nevermind.  I was only messing around... fool...

What was that?

Nothing.  Now I think you should just leave.  Now.

Second day of the Second week

Yes, it is indeed the second day of the second week that I have been at Franklin.  I can finally take a step back and look at the larger picture.  That is, of course, before taking a breather and rejoining the hectic ongoing of daily student life.  And the works finally start to pile up.  I just finished doing my first media homework (a 300 word essay) and it wasn't that hard.  But enough to have kept me occupied for about half an hour.  And to think in A2 I'll be doing MORE of this.  I can't believe those lazy b*stards of at GY are getting hardly any homework at all - well, I guess it's because the courses they are taking our only equivalent to 3 A-Levels.  Well, Daisy's is anyway not sure about anyone else.

Today was quite a fascinating day.  Since I only had one real lesson.  Maths.

Ah yes, one of the most dreaded subject of all time.  One of the most recurring themes in horrible nerdless nightmares.  Sorry, I'm just spouting random nonsense now.  But anyway, maths was also fun today.  Although Rob managed to end up being 10 minutes late.  Even though he came in with his moped gear (with helmet and everything) he tried to pull the (now legendary): 'I was in the library...' trick.  To nobody's surprise (except Rob's) it didn't work.

One of the most humorous things I have seen today.  After maths I met up with a bunch of people from Wintringham (my old school, remember?) and we went on walkabout.  First, towards the refectory which turns out was only Belcher needing a piss.  Then we walk back.  And we spent our 15 minute break just traversing the packed hallways of Franklin, but boys being boys we used that time to also catch up on what everyone has been getting up to lately.  And it seems, nothing much.

Then after that I had tutor.  Not much to speak of here.  Again.  We got to leave early (a helluva lot early).

Then I went home.  Yay!  Being so close to college rawks.  It's like a dream come true.  But anyway, at this point I had plans to go to town but after some rather convincing arguments by my mother I didn't.

What did she say? You ask?

Well, let's just put it in simple layman terms.  Apparently, she won a 1000 pound gift voucher.  Nice.  She urged me to wait until it we get the voucher so I can spend it on stuff instead of wasting my money.  Damn, that was a good argument.

I already thought up a list of things I'm going to buy:

• XBox 360 and a bunch of games.
• Possibly a laptop or desktop.
• My sister wanted a DS...

At this point my list was cut off.  By a simple thought.  I checked back up on the letter saying that we had won a 100 pounds gift voucher.  And according to my mother it was indeed a 1000 pounds gift voucher.  That's good.  Except...

It doesn't state what kind of gift voucher it is.  For all I know it could be a gift voucher to Lidl (just think of the amount of things I'll be able to buy from Lidl with 1000 quid!  I could practically buy the whole market chain!).

But I don't mind.  It is, after all, a voucher.  So at least I can buy something with it will be good.

But anyway, I'm rambling on again.

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Daisy suddenly started to IM me today.  And this is the actual chat transcript (no seriously, no joke):

===

Daisy says (3:08 PM):
GOD SAKE WAI JUNE
I'M BACK TRACKING YOUR BLOG
THE ONE ABOUT MIKE HAVIGN A BLOG
OKAY OKAY

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:08 PM):
er... ok

Daisy says (3:08 PM):
IT'S MEANT TO BE ABOUT MIKE
I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES
AND I STILL GET PUT IN YOUR BLOGS
JUST... STOP IT

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:08 PM):
u dont have to go al caps-locky

Daisy says (3:08 PM):
:
*:)
oh I do

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:08 PM):
... ok

Daisy says (3:09 PM):
I made mike take that pic of me off
*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:09 PM):
oh too bad

Daisy says (3:09 PM):
_@_

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:09 PM):
lol

Daisy says (3:09 PM):
I do not want to be in anymore of your blogs

Daisy says (3:10 PM):
EVER
I don't even see you

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:10 PM):
well it probably wont be, since i never see u anymore

Daisy says (3:10 PM):
;;>
exactly

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:10 PM):
gavin may hav sum stuff to say bout u tho

Daisy says (3:10 PM):
I see gavin now and again

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:10 PM):
figures
Daisy says (3:10 PM):
why?

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:11 PM):
*shrugs* just figures

Daisy says (3:11 PM):
suppose...
I hope franklin is boring (Y)

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:11 PM):
actually its not
our maths lessons remind me of the maths lessons in wintringham... just talking

*   - John - Check my Blog     - [ Now with over 4900 hits!] says (3:12 PM):
and then media, we've done NOTHING but talking

===

There's more to the conversation to it than this.  But these 4 minutes just shows how insane my conversation are.  Daisy automatically, having made no contact with me for 3/4 months, starts of practically shouting (IM-wise) at me.  Just to get that stage (that we tend to naturally progress through) over.

I end up talking to her for a little under an hour.

We talked about some crazy stuff.  Including having a 10-year and 1-year reunion of Winnie Students.  And now I'm considering to go to GY on Friday just to see how everyone is doing over there.  But you know... it's quite a long walk from Frankling to GY.  It's like 10/15 minutes.

SHOCK! HORROR!

That's like a whole day's exercise!

I'll also try and get people to come with me.  Although I'm unsure if they have lessons or not (actually I'm unsure whether I'm going at all).  But Daisy especially expressed her opinion to stop Leeman from coming.

Daisy says (4:01 PM):
if you do, try and bring people with you but NOT LEEMAN

As you can tell by the "caps-locksity" (and downright animal behavior) of the last two words.  Daisy sincerely wishes Leeman not to come with me to see them.  Meh, it's ok I guess.  Since he'll probably have a lesson.  But if he doesn't and he wants to come... I won't be able to stop him.  Got that, Daisy?

But anyway, it's still uncertain whether not it's even going to happen.

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Oh and uber-massive-gargantuan-super-duper-amazing-happy-awesome-special-OMFGWTFOMGZOMGMOO!-attack news!

If you know me at all; I'm quite the avid gamer.  And just today SSBB (Super Smash Brothers Brawl), a game I'm anticipating to the point of bursting my gut, has been officially announced to be:

... *builds up tension*

WI-FI PLAY!

OMFG!  That's great news!  The only possible news that would have been better than that would have been: 'SSBB release date for UK announced:  TOMORROW!'  But there's probably more chance of me being as playable character in SSBB than there is a chance of that happening.  Actually, it's more possible that the game corrupts, releases out a multitude of unbeatable SSBB super-viruses that plague the internet causing every computer to instantly and simultaneously explode on contact and then the game imploding on itself.  Then the possibility of it coming out tomorrow... in the UK.

Anyway, if you want to know more about it than follow this link:

SSBB WI-FI ANNOUNCEMENT NEWS

I'm just going to let the thing speak for itself.

No witty comment.

No random banter.

Just SSBB...

online.

 

Can I get a HUZZAH?!  Just once?

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I believe there were suppose to be something else I was going to post about but due to the spectacular news from SSBB and general shouting from Daisy.  I seem to have forgot.

Great.

Anyway, though.

Here's the story.

 

But before that, I've just one thing to note.  Again, great minds think alike.  Super-gattai sequence.  BUT Gavin forgot one of the most important things in the transformation sequence.  Hell, this bit is almost as important as the transformation itself...

...

And it's the:  Name-calling.

Yea, everyone does it.  It's an industry standard.  It's to be expected from anything with big mechs in.  The back ground changes and the someone (preferably the pilot(s)) shout the name of the mech.

Duh.

How the hell did Gavin forget that.  But no worries.  We will right that wrong.  And just for fun I'm going to add a 'Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann' Reference.

Here it comes.  You best be ready.

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'But before the attack.  We missed the most vital part.'  I said to Gavin.

'The most... vital part?'  Gavin asked back quizzically.

I smiled faintly.  'Yes.  The most vital part.'

'Oh!  That vital part.'  Gavin also smiled.  I could see him in the HUD.

Lewis looked concerned.  'The... most vital... part...?'  Lewis muttered.  I could barely hear him but I read his lips.

'Yes.  The most vital part.'  My smile widens until it encompasses my whole face.  'HERE IT COMES!'

'Heaven and Earth.  One Body.  One Soul.'

'Master Moon Berserker: Vulcan Ninja!'

And with that I use the controls to strike a overly exaggerated anime-like pose where the background changes and everything.  Basically, it looked awesome.

Lewis having seen our impressive display of ultra-awesomeness.  Was almost shocked into falling right on his arse.  'That cannot be... that power... impossible.'  The horror seen on his face made it look incomprehensible.  He shakes his head violently from side-to-side to regain his composure.  'Strogl!  Attack!'

'So, it starts.'  I said.

'Now, it's time to do the attack right?'  Gavin asked.  'Wait, why do I even have to ask.  Of course it is.'

The Strogl continued to move ever closer.  We didn't move.  They got closer and closer.

'NOW!'

'Demon Devil Bats Aura!'

Instantly, a luminous black aura manifested around the mecha; it resembles a pair of bat wings.

'Here.  Is where you die.  Lewis.'  I said.  The aura grew ever stronger, the two giant Strogl were pushed back by the killer-intent in the aura alone.

'With these wings we are the messenger of the dead.  Demons of our generation.  We will not hesitant for any instance, even if it were to fly to hell itself!'

~~~~~~~~~

Sweet!  We're finally throwing some names out there.  The name of the mecha was finally decided through joint cooperation with Gavin.

AND we finally have ideas for names.  Although!  Because we are awesome people; Gavin came up with the idea of letting you lot choose the name!  Amazing, right?

Just check out the poll on the right!  If you have a better name post your suggestion in, if I think it's suitable I'll consider extending the poll time... or something.  Possibly even reset it with an extra variable.

YOU HAVE 11 DAYS PEOPLE!  11 DAYS!

 

Note:  Gavin has voted for 'Junction Swords' and I have voted for: 'Giant Ninja Psycho Robots'.  What else would it be?

Be seeing you.