Re: Last Day
09-21-2012, 08:32 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Stickmeister.
So it's like, a karate move from a video game? You don't play video games. But you might be able to try that...
TOO BAD YOU'RE GETTING YOUR ASS RUN DOWN BY WHATEVER THE HELL THAT THING IS
Manfreddie.
You do not know of this Manfreddie. You have no use for names. Such things are beneath you. The concept of an identity, bearing one's name as a form of this. And, at the moment, they are the least important matter in life, especially when all you are is a can of soda.
You are currently floating within the vast emptiness of a woman's inventory. It does not and will not matter whose inventory it may be, it only matters that someday you will be freed.
Not freed of the emptiness of an inventory, freed by the seal of your tin can. You have yet to be opened. For some reason, many have noticed your presence, none have taken the time to drink your contents.
What have you done to deserve this treatment? Nobody will take the time to see what flavor you contain. They are only interested within the man on the front. And you have no choice. You can only hope they will one day open and drink you. Your sugary liquid inside, the caffeinated b-ball flavor, and savor the drink that comes with.
Perhaps you are too warm. Perhaps they do not enjoy this particular flavor.
Perhaps someday someone will open you.
Perhaps.
And on that day, the sun will rise. The moon shall wane. The oceans will drift. The turtles shall snap. The people shall continue to think. The world shall continue to spin.
And you will be free.
BigBurkhart Wrote:Shouryuuken (Rising Dragon Fist) - A fierce rising uppercut in a spiraling motion with some horizontal movement in which the user rockets upwards whilst performing a spinning uppercut that knocks his/her opponent to the ground.
NOW DO IT, RAINBOW GIRL.
So it's like, a karate move from a video game? You don't play video games. But you might be able to try that...
TOO BAD YOU'RE GETTING YOUR ASS RUN DOWN BY WHATEVER THE HELL THAT THING IS
KilroyWasHere Wrote:>Snappy Shaq: Seek out the one called Manfreddie. He must achieve his birthright: to combine with YOU.
Manfreddie.
You do not know of this Manfreddie. You have no use for names. Such things are beneath you. The concept of an identity, bearing one's name as a form of this. And, at the moment, they are the least important matter in life, especially when all you are is a can of soda.
You are currently floating within the vast emptiness of a woman's inventory. It does not and will not matter whose inventory it may be, it only matters that someday you will be freed.
Not freed of the emptiness of an inventory, freed by the seal of your tin can. You have yet to be opened. For some reason, many have noticed your presence, none have taken the time to drink your contents.
What have you done to deserve this treatment? Nobody will take the time to see what flavor you contain. They are only interested within the man on the front. And you have no choice. You can only hope they will one day open and drink you. Your sugary liquid inside, the caffeinated b-ball flavor, and savor the drink that comes with.
Perhaps you are too warm. Perhaps they do not enjoy this particular flavor.
Perhaps someday someone will open you.
Perhaps.
And on that day, the sun will rise. The moon shall wane. The oceans will drift. The turtles shall snap. The people shall continue to think. The world shall continue to spin.
And you will be free.