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Forum Games / Re: Mario Word Association
« on: May 12, 2008, 03:53:14 PM »
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General Chat / Re: The ANGST thread: Complain here!
« on: May 12, 2008, 03:48:49 PM »
I just realized that I've been wearing my undies backwards all day. If there's anything to cry about in this world, it is that.
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General Chat / Re: Things That Drive Me Nuts
« on: May 12, 2008, 03:11:05 PM »
-99% of what's on TV.
-When people touch my backpack.
-Egomaniacs.
-People going for the "cool factor."
-When people touch my backpack.
-Egomaniacs.
-People going for the "cool factor."
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General Chat / Re: Things That Drive Me Nuts
« on: May 12, 2008, 02:54:38 PM »
Vidgmchtr, that annoys me as well. AND the general atmosphere of the boy's locker room (jeering idiots and terrible aromas).
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Fan Creations / Re: Super Mario Subconscious
« on: May 11, 2008, 08:17:05 PM »
Jeez, I suppose, but I didn't think about it when I wrote this.
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General Chat / Re: What do your parents do?
« on: May 11, 2008, 07:08:35 PM »
My mom and dad both went to the University of Iowa. They also both current work at ACT (a college planning center). Mom works as a test editor and dad works as an accountant.
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General Chat / Re: Mother's Day
« on: May 11, 2008, 05:58:09 PM »
I made a silhouette portrait for my Mom, which is neat because I made her one exactly ten years ago. I haven't given it to her yet, but she'll be happy.
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Fan Creations / Super Mario Subconscious
« on: May 11, 2008, 05:56:06 PM »
I was thinking the other day about Mario. He's explored the aquatics, and even space. What other frontier does he have to conquer? How about the frontier of the human mind?! I formulated a plot in which Mario suffers a head injury and during a coma, discovers the depths of his own subconscious and analytically questions his life and vitality. I present: Super Mario Subconscious!
I
It was those days, those warm yellow days, when nothing however burdensome could gnaw on the mind. Mario’s mind was usually a burdened mind, but not on those days; those days with the blue sky and the green grass and just about every other pleasantry you could imagine. He reclined onto a lawn chair next to Peach, sitting in front of her enormous castle. He exhaled and stretched out like a deflated balloon. Peach read a magazine and a lone toad mowed the picturesque lawn.
Peach, without moving her head from that glossy publication, frowned and said, “You know, you still haven’t repaired the royal bathroom.”
“Dang it, Peach. You’d think that the one day when I can sit down and free my mind from kart maintenance and tennis matches, and let’s say, SAVING YOU, you would at least give me the liberty of relaxation.”
“Well what do you suggest I do?”
“Have you ever heard of public service?”
“You’re telling me that I should pay money for a questionably professional plumber, when I have an all-star right next to me?”
Mario sighed and smirked at Peach, “You know just how to butter me up.”
He furrowed his brow and violently launched himself out of the lawn chair. He left Peach in a drizzle of guilt, which subsided when she thought of her soon-to-be-functioning bathroom. Mario cursed under his breath about the 50 other bathrooms in that cavernous castle. However, whether he was aware of it or not, he was her wind-up toy, scouting around and cleaning her messes, returning her world to “just-so.” He climbed flight after flight of velvet stairs, and eventually found himself standing on the slick marble floors of the royal bathroom. He spotted the problem.
A chrome pipe shook threateningly on the other side of the room, periodically spurting bursts of water. It appeared to have been connected to the sink. It looked like a dangerous and difficult job, but Mario, upset about his nice day interrupted, approached it incautiously. Reaching into his pocket for a wrench, he bent down and grabbed the shaking pipe. There was a swift solid movement, and then all was white.
Half an hour later, a whistling toad maid strolled into the bathroom with a mop and a bucket only to find Mario on the ground, unconscious, with a chrome pipe protruding from his skull.
I
It was those days, those warm yellow days, when nothing however burdensome could gnaw on the mind. Mario’s mind was usually a burdened mind, but not on those days; those days with the blue sky and the green grass and just about every other pleasantry you could imagine. He reclined onto a lawn chair next to Peach, sitting in front of her enormous castle. He exhaled and stretched out like a deflated balloon. Peach read a magazine and a lone toad mowed the picturesque lawn.
Peach, without moving her head from that glossy publication, frowned and said, “You know, you still haven’t repaired the royal bathroom.”
“Dang it, Peach. You’d think that the one day when I can sit down and free my mind from kart maintenance and tennis matches, and let’s say, SAVING YOU, you would at least give me the liberty of relaxation.”
“Well what do you suggest I do?”
“Have you ever heard of public service?”
“You’re telling me that I should pay money for a questionably professional plumber, when I have an all-star right next to me?”
Mario sighed and smirked at Peach, “You know just how to butter me up.”
He furrowed his brow and violently launched himself out of the lawn chair. He left Peach in a drizzle of guilt, which subsided when she thought of her soon-to-be-functioning bathroom. Mario cursed under his breath about the 50 other bathrooms in that cavernous castle. However, whether he was aware of it or not, he was her wind-up toy, scouting around and cleaning her messes, returning her world to “just-so.” He climbed flight after flight of velvet stairs, and eventually found himself standing on the slick marble floors of the royal bathroom. He spotted the problem.
A chrome pipe shook threateningly on the other side of the room, periodically spurting bursts of water. It appeared to have been connected to the sink. It looked like a dangerous and difficult job, but Mario, upset about his nice day interrupted, approached it incautiously. Reaching into his pocket for a wrench, he bent down and grabbed the shaking pipe. There was a swift solid movement, and then all was white.
Half an hour later, a whistling toad maid strolled into the bathroom with a mop and a bucket only to find Mario on the ground, unconscious, with a chrome pipe protruding from his skull.
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Video Game Chat / Re: Whos Your Main?
« on: May 11, 2008, 03:02:04 PM »
Whoa. I looked back on a thread about predicting the name of the SSB game after Meele, and somebody got it right. This was in 2005, mind you.
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Forum Games / Re: The corrupted wish game
« on: May 11, 2008, 02:08:20 PM »
You catch pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and die.
I wish Turtlekid1 would rise from the dead.
I wish Turtlekid1 would rise from the dead.
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Video Game Chat / Re: Brawl's Ups and Downs
« on: May 11, 2008, 01:57:58 PM »
Well at least it's not as disappointing as DK's voice in Mario Kart Wii. If you want to be disappointed, go listen to it now.
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