Still clueless, but I think I might have a clearer idea of what to do around here.
I'm going to go and hide now....
ask-bombastic-blake said: I'd introduce you to my cats and let you hug them as long as you want, and possibly record a video with you as a special guest for giggles
That’s nice, I think? Most cats that don’t know me end up needing a pound of flesh before playing nice.
ALTERNATE ENDING TO JBMMA
Opening his eyes, he sees he is back where his adventure first started. He gasps loudly in shock. The place is absolutely trashed. It looks like a war zone. He gently pokes at a chair, and jumps back as it splits into two. He hears loud swearing and sees Ethan jabbing a busted table with a staff. Blake walks up to Ethan.
”What the hell happened here?” Blake asks.
JBMMA Chapter Four
The sun rises majestically, chasing the dark night away. The birds stir in their nest, ready for another beautiful day. The same can’t be same for Blake. The couch he chose for the night was not comfortable in the least. At first, his tired body adjusted to the lumps in the couch just fine. Then he noticed the springs poking him. No matter what position he was in, one was always jabbing him somewhere uncomfortably sensitive. By the time the sun had rose, he was in a foul and cranky mood.
Still grumbling on the couch, he hears Joshua walk out of the bedroom, whistling. Blake burrows into the lumpy couch, not wanting to get up at all. Joshua looks at him curiously. Grabbing a decorative walking stick, he starts poking Blake, much to Blake’s displeasure.
JBMMA: Chapter Three
Joshua drags Blake all the way to a small deli and forces him into a chair. He points at Blake, wordlessly telling him to stay. Blake sticks his tongue out, but obeys while Joshua buys nourishments for the both of them. Joshua tosses a ham and cheese sandwich at Blake, along with a plainly marked “lemon lime soda” bottle at him. Ravenous, Blake wolfs the sandwich and beverage down. Joshua shakes his head in either amusement or disgust as Blake belches loudly.
JBMMA: Chapter Two
After traveling for what feels like hours, they stop in front of a large oak tree. Blake looks around, confused. Jerry knocks on the oak’s massive grey trunk.
“Uh, Josh?” Blake asks. “I don’t think this is Ethan’s house. Actually, I know it isn’t.”
A heavy creaking is heard from the tree. A heavy METALLIC creaking. Blake’s mouth gapes open as a dark iron door appears out of the tree’s trunk. Leaning tiredly on the doorframe, Ethan appears, wearing a plain black sweat pants and a dirty grey short sleeved shirt. He runs a hand over his bald head, his hazel eyes still dull with just waking up.
JBMMA: Chapter One
Blake awakens blearily. He feels different, and he can’t quite put his finger on it. Deciding any problem he has can be solved in the bathroom, he stands up. Feeling off balanced, he grabs a hold of the edge of his bed for support. Which was as terrible idea, considering it is a custom made TARDIS water bed.
He falls on the ground, narrowly avoiding getting impaled by one of his forgotten Power Rangers. Tossing the red toy into his closet, equally messy with other toys that share a similar fate, he rolls over. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his reflection in the bottom corner of the full length mirror haphazardly nailed to the beige painted wall. Turning to get a better look, he gasps.
"My god," he whispers.
Oh my fucking titan coffee…. The way he just grins….
BASICALLY ME IN EVERY RP EVER.
SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS? /YESSSSS./
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
It starts off innocently enough.
First, you are casually pouring maple syrup on your pancakes because you’ve heard good things about it and it was cheaper then the normal kind you buy and syrup is syrup, right?
Then, one day, you are too lazy to change the channel from hockey. Eh, it wasn’t too bad you say. That’s when phase two starts. The random “ehs”. Something you have never said in your life you are saying with alarming frequency.
You find yourself casually commenting on how small the moose are this year. Those are deer, your friends say, which are most assuredly not moose. Concerned, they ask why are you wearing a hockey jersey. You don’t even remember buying it.
You swear you will toss all this stuff out. And you do. You toss the rest of the maple syrup out, although it was pretty tasty stuff. You burn the jersey and lock every last hockey channel you have. You even go and punch a deer in the face screaming as you run from it. Things go back to normal for awhile.
But then, your cousin who always sends you strange things for your birthday, sends you a package out of the blue. You don’t even need to open it to know what it contains. With trembling hands, you open it. Inside the small box, is a small plush moose wearing a little hockey jersey and a bottle of maple syrup.
Next thing you know, you are buying maple syrup by the gallon, talking about hockey and poutine nonstop and you are riding a moose to work screaming “Excuse me, eh!” at the top of your lungs. Did I forget to mention you are swinging a hockey stick around now? Yeah, you are doing that now.
What is the moral of this story? Poutine is the tastiest thing you will pour down your throat hole. It’s that or don’t drink maple syrup and drive a moose to work. That probably won’t go over too well with your coworkers.
aeveeofthewings said: I thought the other 54 Nintendogals were off plotting pony related world domination. That is what I would do if I had clones. That or ice cream and kitties everywhere. Either one.
Actually, the original NintendoGal wanted to spread more joy and hugs to the world… with ponies and other such cuteness. :P It just got out of hand.
so what you’re saying is…
…that got out of hand really fast?
So, kitties and ice cream was the right answer but too much of a good thing happened FAST?