k so the folowing story is true, that being said, there are a lot of lies therein. not sure what has inspired me to tell this tail to a hoard of total strangers, but here we are none the less. about 3 years passed i was playing a mortal combat game, and i was at the second to last stage fighting what appeared to be a huge, evil centaur. my Friends tell me that this guy is a fairly easy fight, but then i am no mortal combat god, as they appear to be. the bastards. round after round we tangoed, and at the end of each, i was defeated. some where around my tenth defeat, it got personal. the reactions to my defeats would range anywhere from me giving my TV the finger, to yelling totally incoherent profanity's at it. i mean things that didn't even make sense. Like: "oh that's bulls**t, you Nazi mother*censored**censored* SANTA *censored**censored* A HEAD OF LEDUS!!!" it was quite a site I'm certain, and most certainly not my most glorious moment. ;D but then it happened. god or lady luck or whatever unseen godlike entity that would like to take credit for the victory, lent a hand and vanquished my foe for me. for about 5 minuets i sat back and watched my character pommel the hell out of "evil centaur man". i didn't even feel my fingers moving. it was weird. my foe beaten i slammed my controller on the ground and went out side to stand in the rain, letting it wash away my hate and gamer rage. refreshed and now feeling a new man, i returned to my TV, and bore witness to a horror that haunts me even today. a nice little game over screen was displaying, and it quickly transitioned over from that to the main menu for the game. .......i was at a total loss for words....... "what!?!?!!........it just.....and then.......but........love....hate......clouds........." that's when it dawned on me. there are two rounds to each fight....... and i had only won one of the two......... too this very day i cant stand to play any mortal combat games. once more i have no idea why i posted this, but i hope that somebody at least got a good chuckle out of it.
Awwww..... I bet if you tried again you would totally whip some ass! And I'm sorry but I giggles a little
awww.....thanks chibi. but i would rather shove a rusty knife into my eye. also: no no, it couldn't be a fatality, for you see that would indicate that i had a fighting chance against my opponent. no what happend to me was stealthy, and hartless, like murdering puppy's. .......... murdering puppy's.........ohhhhhhh, i am so going to hell. there fore it should be called: NINJALITY!
there was a street in london named "ennis road". it only takes a spray can to think what got written there... yup. somebody sprayed a giant "D" in front of the street name - i laughed
