A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Alpha Mission
In the far, far future, the universe will be taken over by AOL speak. The complete spelling of words will be punishable by death. Words, phrases and entire sentences will be reduced to a few letters. Only the elite will be allowed to use grammar, and the secretive priesthood controls the laws of syntax. Alone against this threat to life, limb and good taste stands Sum Gie, a fearless rebel pilot who has hijacked the prototype fighter OMG WhtaBFG!!! and has decided that the line will be drawn here, and the insidious infection of AOL will be brought to a close. Fearless he fights, and dauntless he picks up little red thingies that are apparently powerups. His jaw is set, his eyes are open and his spellcheck is ready. He will fly like a leaf on the wind, and will only occasionally tax his air purifier with his mighty explosive flatulence.It's too bad that even the mighty Sum Gie can't fucking spell "shield".
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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