… to the Gold Coast! Won’t update till Thursday, when I’m back!
And red’s a happy colour! It’s sad that I won’t see Hat for two years but I’m happy for her, that she gets a chance to go back to New York and I hope she’s happy and that she’ll keep the promise… *gasp*
Buh bye!
This is why Vodafone ads are so cool.
Okay, so if you’re in Melbourne and you’ve been to the cinema recently, you’ve probably seen the ad with the mayflies. You know, the one where the mayfly, who only lives for a day, has the time of its life.
It rides down a fast stream on a leaf, it plays badminton, it dances with it’s pal… And, in the words of the ad, it doesn’t give a damn about it’s short life.
What if we all lived life to the fullest? What if, instead of worrying about the future, we live in the now and take every oppertunity?
And instead of moping around a dying person’s bed, we have parties till that person dies? And he slips out of life feeling happy, and we all feel happy.
This post was inspired by The Ring Incident, the fact that Hat is leaving in a few days and some people are moping around, and the ad I saw this morning.
And so I leave you with this hopeful post and… a song! At my old school, we had to sing this for the leaving headmaster and it was sad, but happy and hopeful at the same time.
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go
So make the best of this test,
and don’t ask why.
It’s not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf
in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
(music break)
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
If you want to listen to this song, click!
And I am officially colouring every post in a text colour from now on. 
Note the word “can’t” as opposed to “don’t”. I don’t believe it, but this is a small thing about why I can’t believe it.
Death is a very strange thing for the mind. Some people fear it and try to prolong their lives, some people sadly accept it, some people (rarely) look forward to it, some are suicidal and some just don’t think about it. Me? I’m in the middle of fearing it and accepting it.
Say someone thinks they’re going to die, and they aren’t suicidal and looking forward to it. They really think they’re going to die.
I’m an optimistic person who is only negative about myself. I think that the above statement is bull-censored by the Kirby police, thanks for your cooperation- because dying for lots of people, including me, is a pessimistic negative thing. I’ll take the happy route, thank you very much.
Also, I fear death. I know I have to accept it, but I fear it and if anyone in my Monkeysphere dies, I will be very depressed.
So, last night I tried to have an open mind about the Cursed Videotape, but I found that I was so against the idea that I couldn’t comprehend believing it. Even if, and I very much doubt this, Pyro dies next Friday, I will probably still believe it’s a coincidence under the flood of tears.
So that’s the way it is. Now for some slightly less depressing news…
I GOT POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON EXPLORERS OF DARKNESS!
But I’ll be even better if I got BRAWL!!!!!
WHOO! BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE! Over and out, kids!
If you didn’t know, a chibi is a mini/toddler version of a character which is irresitably cute. In this story, which is a SSBB fanfic, Red (Pokemon Trainer), Olimar and possibly Meta Knight have to look after a hoard of SSBB chibis after an, um, accident. I’m putting this here first because I don’t know whether it’s good or not.
So, presenting…
Attack of the Chibis
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Chapter One – Why is it so quiet?
It was a very quiet morning at the Smash Mansion.
Wait, if all the Smashers had coincidentally decided to stay at this hotel at one time, why would it be quiet?
Tis the reason that Red (Pokemon Trainer) and Meta Knight would both discover very soon.
The two roommates were asleep or meditating. Red shifted over in his bed and dreamt about his Pokemon, while Meta Knight was still in his top bunk bed, awake.
Suddenly…
“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed a childish voice. It sounded very muffled and kept on going on and on and on and on and on and-
“SHUT UP!” yelled a very annoyed Red. This shout then startled Meta Knight, who jumped down and glared at the Pokemon Trainer.
“What was that for?” asked the short knight quietly. Meta Knight wasn’t the type of person- sorry, being that would yell early in the morning, and he also didn’t want to draw attention to Red’s highly embarrassing Pikachu pajamas.
Red frowned. “This lunatic was going ‘WHEEEEEE’ outside, and it woke me up. I like my sleep, thank you very much!”
“Something’s wrong,” stated Meta Knight.
“Um, what?” Because Red’s sleep had been so rudely interrupted, he was very groggy and not in the mood to think. Normally, the Pokemon Trainer was nice and happy, but right now…
“I don’t visit this place much, but even at this hour, don’t you think it’ll be louder outside than a simple ‘whee’?” Meta Knight questioned.
“Um. Uh. Em. Let me get changed, then I’ll think.” And with that, Red disappeared into the bathroom. Meta Knight chose to wait quietly near the door for his roommate.
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“Three, two, one…” The door opened. Both Red and Meta Knight were very worried, as the absence of noise gave Meta Knight the willies, and Red trusted him to know what was okay.
The two roommates walked out of their room, and were immediately met with a lot of noise.
“MY EARS!” groaned Red. “MY LOVELY HUNKY EARS!”
Being of a species that had no visible ears, Meta Knight had slightly less problems than the unfortunate Red. The small knight ran through the corridor, dragging the complaining Red along.
When they got to the living room…
“Great Arceus!” gasped Red.
Meta Knight’s eyes also widened as they stared at the scene in front of them.
A tiny version of Mario was shooting minature fireballs at a mini Luigi.
Mini Dedede was terrorizing mini Kirby with a toy hammer.
Mini Bowser, mini Ganondorf and mini Link were pillow fighting.
Mini Sonic and mini Falcon were racing each other and wrecking the sofas.
And the worse of all?
“Daddy?”
A mini Master Hand and Crazy Hand were ‘looking’ at Meta Knight, Crazy playing with Meta Knight’s cape.
“Cr**ap.” That was a word the honourable knight usually did not say, but nevertheless, it was said.
Red agreed.
“Da**.”
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What do you think? I may chibify Olimar (who will appear in either next chapter or the third) and Meta Knight later on, but only if it’s a good idea. And who was making that “WHEEEE” noise?
A pingback. Were you expecting something else? Like, maybe, a hug?
And no people, I’m not dead yet.
http://www.fourisland.com/blog/the-new-four-island/ Just for added safety!
I’m not dead yet. Recently, I’ve been mentally going “Random” to some stories. But, I’m pretty sure I haven’t switched with Pyro. Why? I drink water and don’t go crazy over knives. And you-know-who, the muse/headmate who sometimes nags, will be going crazy and sulky if that happened.
I’ve been getting story ideas but they don’t have much, uh, substance. One shots, I’m okay at. But chaptered stories? Shoot me.
People, meet my totally random title. Yeah, it’s a response to Hat’s post thing. Three theories about why it didn’t work for me and Timbo.
Theory Numero One – I tried to ’switch’ with Timbo94, but it didn’t work. Why? I have a phobia about not being myself, and for years I’ve managed to use the mantra method (in the post The Self, The Malus and The Daemon) to convince myself I am not anybody else but me. I think I’ve guarded my mind a little too well, and so I couldn’t switch with Timbo. Also, I recall MK telling me as we tried “Don’t you daredo this.” and feeling generally unhappy when I tried to switch. I don’t know whether it would have worked, but I tried my hardest to prevent it.
Theory Numero Dos – I talked to a Psychologist about this and she said that from a scientific point of view, it couldn’t happen. She said Hat and Pyr (yes, I will now call Pyro Pyr) were just tricking us.
Theory Numero Tres – I had a weird idea that maybe Hat and Pyr were sort of Soulmates or Soul Siblings, that they were connected spiritually and they could only do it with each other. Thats why I probably couldn’t do it with Timbo. I don’t really believe in this idea.
So, what do you think?
I has a theory on our souls. A great many people believe in daemons, but I’ve seen something on the TDF that gave me evidence of a darker side. I’ll explain the three in more detail.
The first is the Self. That is, um, us.
The second is the Daemon. That is the friendly voice of reason in your head. My Daemon and my Headmatey muse (MK) is sort of combined. He acts like I’d expect MK to act like, but sometimes he nags me. He answers to my ex-deamon’s name as well as his form’s name.
The third is the Malus. It isn’t a presence per se, but it’s, well, dark. For emotionally wrecked people (like me to an extent), it’s the presence that tries to make you feel bad. Lets say it’s the opposite of a daemon.
The Malus may be repelled by mantras (my method for a couple of years), a daemon symbolicaly doing stuff and now I have no more time to post so I’ll eedit this later. Bai!
I’m not sure whether to put this crack-fic (a fic of idiocy) on FF.Net, but I just had to put it somewhere. You be the judge. Yes, all the talking is from SSBB characters, not all the characters talked, some I’ve no idea.
Pokemon Trainer Facts
Inspired by http://smashboards.com/showthread.php?t=145045 , it rules.
It’s dark and the only light comes from the computer.
Look behind the computer, and you may see the most unlikeliest people staring at a computer screen…
“Ugh, can’t you find somewhere else to sit? You’re blocking the screen.”
“It’s not my fault all the chairs are too low. And I’d move to another computer, but I can’t type.”
“Unless you perform your own patented tap-dance. I swear those shoes are dance shoes.”
“Say that again, and you’ll meet my sword.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to read.”
“Pika, pika. Pikapi?”
“Here’s a new one! Dairantō Sumasshu Burazāzu Ekkusu literally translates into: “Pokémon Trainer, the Video Game”. However, Sakurai did not want us to find out, so he dubbed the American version as Super Smash Brothers Brawl.”
“Pikachu! Pikapi!”
“I’m better than him…”
“Someone’s sore that the awesome Pokemon Trainer beat him in the last battle?”
“Shut up.”
“Ooh, someone IS sore! Someone IS sore!”
“Guys (and I say it loosely), shut up.”
“PIKACHU!”
“Poyo, poyo!”
“The same goes for you two.”
“Pokémon Trainer carries 8 Pokémon. 6 in his pack and 2 of them concealed. They are rumored to be Arceus and Chuck Norris.”
“Now I’m scared of Pokemon Trainer. H-help?”
“We are obsessed. OBSESSED, man.”
“Why is the door locked? Is anyone using the computer room?”
“AHHHHH IT’S POKEMON TRAINER!”
“Don’t worry. Those facts aren’t real. Pokemon Trainer himself can’t whoop your butt. However, I recall Squirtle kicked Me-“
“Shut up about it, I got whooped by Squirtle, oka-”
Then the door opened, and Pokemon Trainer was silhouetted in the doorway. “Were you talking about me?” he asked.
Kirby waved. “Hi!” he said.
Lucario sighed. “No, we were not talking about you. We were talking about PT, who is the new Chuck Norris. Now please go away.”
The boy pouted. “Can I join you?” he asked in a wobbly tone.
“Just let him,” advised Meta Knight. “It’s not like he’s going to kill us all.”
Zelda, Lucas and Ness didn’t even notice Pokemon Trainer’s intrusion. They just kept on reading out facts and giggling insanely.
“Fine. Now, sit over there. OVER THERE.” The dog-like Pokemon took a hold of Pokemon Trainer’s arm and directed him to the back of the room.
Pokemon Trainer ran into Lucario with such speed, crippling him. Then he caught Lucario, Pikachu, Kirby, Meta Knight, Marth, Zelda, Mario, Peach, Pokemon Trainer (yep he is that cool), Samus and all the other smashers who’s names I can’t be bothered typing up but I’ve bothered typing up this long message, with a rock.
Then he truly had all 543 Pokemon.
Crack fic, eh?