O.o?

purplewashere @ 2008-10-26T14:46:00

2008-10-26T21:47:37Z

Is it just me, or are people getting harder and harder to beat on Mario Kart Wii?

/=

Well damn.

Goodbye to my 9200 points.

purplewashere @ 2008-07-03T10:36:00

2008-07-03T15:45:56Z

Hello. Yes. Yeah. Hi. Feeling much better.

I won't blow up this time. I swear.

Anyways, just here for a quick post, because I felt like it. Yeah. Nothing much to say here. Except maybe that I started work yesterday, minimal wage, for 8 weeks, but y'know....... money. 8D. Which means more games. Which makes me happy.

Yay.

And, and, and. I'm in my reserve (go Natives) for the summer, which means limited access to internetz, which means hardly anytime for updating anything. Which sucks. But at least I'm catching up in other things, which is good.

Yay.

So yeah, I guess that's it. Just finished a crappy cup of coffee, and I swear, if that's all this place has to offer, I'm gonna throw a rock at something, preferably at a tree (don't look at me like that, I never was a trouble-maker in the first place ): )

And,

I really should get my drivers license soon, my moms been nagging at me for it. I could probably do it too, since I've had experience since I was around... I dunno, 12, maybe? (yes, a reserve is a naturally awesome place where even a 12 year old can drive [not alone, you have to be at least 13 for that...or stable enough to handle the wheel] and no one would bat an eye =D).

Ah Crap

2008-05-27T06:41:50Z

Completely, totally and utterly forgot. Freaking hell.

I really need to get a calendar (because any day time planners of mine would be pretty much unused) to jot down these things. I blame the teachers who fail to remind his students about a freaking concert once every week (well, no I don't, but it's 2:30 in the morning, I'm cranky and STFU). Yes, A CONCERT. ON JUNE 2. IN 6 DAYS. THAT I HAVE TO BE IN.

Bleh.

Nevermind the fact that I'm a beginner with the lovely lady violin (not to mention the whole "reading music" thing), but I'm expected to play four songs that our teacher one day plunked in front of us and said "Now that you learned what a slur is and we played some one-liners, I'll just give you this," Fiddlin' Freddie, Golden Fields, Song for Strings and some other crap I can't remember, all having key signatures I couldn't play a shits worth. Which I now have to play in front of a gym full of people. Fucking wonderful.

And yes, I know I'm overreacting, but I don't care right now, I need to vent after a shitty day. And this just took me by surprise.

But atleast digitalph33r uploaded his new movie. The highlight of my day. <3

(Like I said, 2:30)

Side Story

2008-05-21T00:06:57Z

"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"

Ike looked behind him, "What happened this time?" he asked half-interested.

"Goddang rocks came out of nowhere!"

Ike sighed, "Of course, the rocks." Despite himself, he walked over to the fallen Pit, kneeling down and inspecting the fresh scratches that scattered on the angel's knee. He brushed away some of the dirt that was still in the wound, making Pit hiss quietly. "I don't understand why you wear those shorts and toga, they don't do much for you."

"I told you! This is the only outfit I brought since-- ow! Don't poke it so hard!-- since I was expecting to get a uniform."

"Hm." Ike stopped poking it. "I'll have to loan you some of mine then."

Pit rolled his eyes, "Yeah, nice idea, considering your freakish size."

"I'm average, you're the one who's small."

"No way. I've never seen a guy your size. That's impossible."

Ike sighed at the obvious exaggeration. "Ok, so I'm alittle bigger than most, that doesn't mean you can't wear my clothes."

"Yes it does! Don't you look at me? I'm.... well.... I'm...... y'know...." Pit trailed off.

"Small?" Ike finished.

"....basically."

Ike couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Pit wearing clothes that draped well over his hands and feet, making him trip ten times over. As if the he wasn't bad enough on his own; Pit could stumble upon a way to set fire to the base with a bucket of water. Ike got back up, apparently finished, "Just put some alcohol and a bandage on it and you'll be fine."

"Ok." the soldier dusted off the front of his toga before putting his hands on the ground as leverage and pushing himself up.

"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"

Ike rose his brow at the fallen angel.

"Wait a minute," he kneeled back down, brushing his fingertips across the turned-purplish ankle, "You didn't notice this??"

Pit smiled sheepishly at him, "Well now that you mention it, I did kinda land on it weirdly."

Ike didn't like the way it was starting to swell. "Looks pretty bad, can you walk?"

"Wait, lemme try." Pit tried getting up again, rising lighter on his right foot this time. He reflexively grabbed Ike's arm when he nearly fell over, holding himself still. He took a moment before he hesitantly pressed his foot against the ground, applying some pressure. "Ah!" he winced, "Holy-- that hurts!"

"You idiot," Ike sighed, "Your gonna have to keep off it for a few days then."

"Ok then, that would be easier if we weren't in a war right now. How do you suggest-- ah!" Pit squeaked slightly as ike promptly picked him up bridal style.

It was kinda awkward considering he had to make room for the wings and they were both still carrying their rifles.

Pit turned red, "What are you doing?" he asked embarrasedly.

"Carrying you since you can't walk." he started his trek across the field.

"Dude, this is kinda gay."

Ike turned a light pink, mumbling something under his breath.

"..."

"So....... mind telling me where we're going for our first date?" Pit couldn't help it, really.

Pink turning to a full blown red, Ike stopped in his tracks. He looked down at Pit, stared, blinked, then shook his head, "Moron," he mumbled.

Pit snickered, "You're not gonna get lucky that way."

"Pit, shut up." even as he said that the blush was still on his face and that was what kept the angel going.

"Aww, don't be like that. Maybe you'll get a kiss."

The red grew worse, as Ike walked inside the base, "Pit, shut up or I swear to God, I'll drop you right here."

"Right here? But the floor is too hard to do it on." Pit said.

Ike didn't drop him.

"Bow chica-- whoa!" Pit gasped as he was dropped-- right onto the medical table. He sighed in relief.

Ike looked through the cabinets, pulling out some alcohol wipes, water, a large sized bandage and a gauze. "Show me your leg."

Pit blinked, "You know I'm perfectly capab--"

Ike snorted, "Knowing you, you'd probably get the alcohol in your eyes and the band-aid superglued to your face."

"Oh come on, that was one time--!"

"I'm not having this argument, now show me your knee." Pit sighed, lifting his leg on to the table and exposing his knee for Ike to patch up. Ike watered it down before applying the medical cloth, it kinda reminded him of a mom bandaging her kid after he got into an accident with his bike and came home crying.

'Except I'm not a mom.' Ike thought right away. 'And Pit definately isn't a kid.' he started cleaning the dirt from the wounded angel's ankle, carefully wrapping the gauze around it.

"So what are we gonna do about this?" the soldier asked, poking at his own covered wound when Ike was finished.

'Though he does act like it sometimes.' "Just stay off it, lie in your bed or something. if it gets worse, we'll call a medic for help."

"Kay............." moments passed, "Um, Ike? .....could you help me to my room?"

"Fine." Learning from his past mistake, he let Pit climb onto his back rather then carrying him in his arms. He hooked his hands under Pit's legs and started walking over to the yonger man's room.

"Hey Ike?" Pit whispered in his ear as the bigger man opened the door to his bedroom, who couldn't help but flush at the way his name was spoken.

"What?"

"Bow chica bow wow."

Chapter 2-3

2008-05-21T00:00:45Z

Chapter 2: Red Gets A Delivery

-

“Hurry up ladies, this ain’t no box social.” Snake said, watching his two privates run up to him.

“No, but if it was, you’d go away for a few hours.” Falco muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing sir.”

“Quit yer yabberin’, Falcon... Does anyone wanna know why—“

“It’s Falco sir.”

“I said quit it! Goddang it, private, interrupt me again, and I’ll have Fox here slit your throat while you’re asleep.”

“Oh-ho, I’d do it too.” Fox grinned.

“I know you would Fox ... good man. Few things here today girls, command has seen to fit increase our rank—“

“Crap we’re getting a rookie.”

“...”

“Fox, I want you to poison Falcon’s next meal.”

“Y’sir.” Fox saluted.

“Least you were right, dead man, our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from Command.” Snake turned away, and Fox and Falco looked at each other in confusion, “Meta Knight, bring out the vehicle.”

A blue haired man drove over a hill with a dark green jeep, (“Shotgun!” “Shotgun! Fuck!”) turning and stopping close to the other three men before he got out and headed to the base. “This is our new automotive transportation unit, with four inch armour plating, mounted machine gunner position and seating for three. Ladies, may I present to you the M12-LRV!”

“M12-LRV is a long word to say in conversation don’t you think?” Falco commented, gaining the other two’s attention.

“What do you mean?” Fox asked.

“I mean, if we ever were being chased by, I dunno, zombies or something, who’d want to say ‘Hurry, get into the M12-LRV!’ or ‘Ohmygod he broke the M12-LRV!’ or even ‘Holy shit! That’s some sweet M12-LRV!’ seriously, you’d have to be a jackass.”

(“Jackass”, Fox muttered)

“Hm. I see your point.” Snake scratched his chin in thought. “Ok how about this! The Atomic Mega-Superblaster 6000!”

“Uh, sir..”

“The Unstoppable Death-Bringer Machine ... 24,961!”

“That just makes it longer-“

“The Automatic Killing Bullet User of Incomprehensible Demise!”

“I don’t think he gets it.”

“The Warthog!”

“I like that, let’s keep that one.” Falco interjected immediately.

“Why the Warthog sir?” Fox asked.

“S’my favourite animal.” Snake said proudly, then glanced at his right hand man. “No offense Fox.”

“None taken, sir.”

Pit looked over Ike’s shoulder squinting slightly, “What is that thing?”

Ike kept his eye on the scope on his sniper rifle, thinking for a moment, “I don’t know, it looks like some kind of car.” He raised his head, no longer looking through the magnifier, “We have to go back to the base and report it.”

“A car? Is it the black one that when you grab it something takes over and you get filled with wild power that forces you to go around uncontrollably killing everyone in your path?”

“What? No man, it looks more like a—wait, there a car like that?”

“I don’t know, I think I might’ve dreamt it.”

Ike looked through the sniper again, “You have fucked up dreams... and it looks like...I dunno, something with a long name.”

“...what, like The Ultimate Destroyer of Happiness 36,000?”

“Yeah man, there you go.”

“Oh come on, there’s no way it’s that hard.”

Standing back on top of the base, Fox and Falco once again (supposedly) being the lookouts.

“I’m telling you it is! I tried to practice, but I don’t know, I think it’s supposed to be a gift or something, one of those things that people can do only if they’re born with it.” Fox said.

"No way," Falco snorted.

"Yes way! Look I'll prove it, you try, if you get it I'll do your work for a month."

The orange-clad solider considered it for about .00023 seconds “Ok.”

"Ok, go!"

Falco cleared his throat, thinking for the only second he was allowed, Fox stared at him, “...The Deadly Machine Gun of Doom!”

“...”

"...HAHAHA!!" Fox broke out in hysterical laughter, nearly dropping his gun and slapping his knee.

Falco turned a bright red (or at least as bright red as a bird covered with feathers can go), "It wasn't that bad." he muttered, sighing as Fox didn't stop.

Moments later the private finally slowed down, wiping a tear from his eye, "I told you, no one but Snake can think of names like that so fast."

"Pfft, like I'd wanna do something that stupid anyway."

Still giggling, Fox tried to stop completely, "Deadly machine Gun of Doom..."

-

Chapter 3: The Rookies

-

“Oh come on, sergeant isn’t here.”

“I said no, Falco. We could get in serious trouble.”

Falco moved closer to Fox, poking him in the ribs with the barrel of his rifle, “Come on! It’ll be fuuun.”

“Hey!” Fox jerked back, leaving the gun nothing to poke at, “Watch were you point that thing, it’s loaded!”

Falco rolled his eyes, “No it’s not... I filled it with peppermint sticks.”

“What? When did you do that?”

“I think it was after six weeks without using it.”

“Oh right... Hey how long has it been since we had a gun fight anyway?”

“Who cares? Important thing is I’m still alive and well... except I’m stuck in this damn place... and it’s fuckin’ burning out here... you know what? Scratch that ‘well’ part.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

“...”

Fox remained tense, wondering if Falco would keep on pestering him, but after a few minutes of nothing but noises in the distance he decided to relax.

A comfortable silence reigned; Fox took a deep breath, exhaling the fresh air.

Falco sighed.

It was moments like these where the maroon solider could finally appreciate the natural beauty the alien planet always radiated, moments like these where he could appreciate the warm glowing sun that...ah hell, who was he kidding?

Grumble.

He’d hate this place as long as he lived.

Scruffle.

Damn sun was too damn hot—

Mutter.

--No matter how hard he tried—

Tug.

--he could never seem to—

Fidget.

--like this place—

Twitch.

--always--

Murmur.

--hated it—

Squirm.

--never--

SIGH!

--goddamn it!!

“Will you stop that?!” Fox shouted.

“Come on! Snake won’t find out, I promise!”

Fox sighed angrily, “This again?”

“Yes, this again!”

“Why do you need me anyway?” the maroon private demanded.

“I told you, it’s not any fun doing it by yourself. Please, I’m begging here!!” he said desperately.

Fox rubbed his temple with his free hand, looking tired. “You won’t leave me alone until I agree, will you?”

“Of course not!”

“But if I do agree and Snake finds out, I’ll kill you, slowly and painfully, understand?”

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up and agree already.” Falco looked ready to burst.

“Not so fast.”

“HRGH. What now?”

“I want half of your peppermint sticks.”

“Fine!”

“And a back massage.”

“Ok.”

“And—“

“Alright! You can tell me what you want later, let’s go already!”

Fox smirked. “Ok.”

“YES! Score! We’re takin’ the jeep for a joyride!” Falco jumped up (‘warthog’ Fox corrected).

“Uh, excuse me, sirs?”

“Sirs?” Fox turned, blinking at the sight of a blue haired man.

“Fuck! What now?!”

“Is this Blood Gulch Outpost Number One? I was told you needed help.”

“We’re busy right now, come back later!”

“But—“

“Falco!” Fox whispered, “We can’t just leave him here!”

“Hm.” Falco’s eyes travelled up and down the new member; a young good-looking man, blue hair, blue eyes, very girly, and a red outfit with a cape. A sudden idea struck him. “What’s your name, soldier?”

“Private Marth reporting for duty, sir.”

“You’re wearing red.”

Marth blinked, “Is this not the red base?”

“No it isn’t.”

Fox looked at him in shock. “Falco! What are you doing?!” he hissed. Falco slapped a wing over his mouth.

“Y’see, there are two bases in this canyon, red base is over there.” He pointed in the direction of the blue base with his rifle.

Marth blinked again, looking at both their outfits. “But he’s wearing a darker shade of red, and your wearing orange.”

“Which doesn’t make us red. Over here, it’s not Red versus Blue, it’s Red versus the Other Guys.”

“Oh.”

“And since you didn’t know that, we’re being nice enough to let you go, but never again, got it?”

“Umm, sure.” Marth stood there for a moment, before turning and running toward a ramp.

“Other way.”

Marth turned the opposite direction. “I knew that, just got turned around, that’s all.”

Fox wrenched Falco’s wing from his mouth, and they watched the new recruit run away.

“...”

“I think you sent him to his very death.”

“Ah who cares, if he dies we’ll just get Snake to send for a different one. Maybe one not as stupid.”

Fox rubbed his temple again, “I bet the blues don’t have to put up with this kind of crap.”

“So finally, I glued them together and saved the day. My mom was so proud; she couldn’t believe what I did with a beer bottle, liquorice, Velcro strip and banana peel. Some people say it’s just garbage, but I still think it’s very pretty.” A dirty blonde man blabbed on.

“Hey rookie, be quiet man, you’re ruining the moment.” Pit said.

“Oh. Ok. Sorry.”

“I can’t believe it’s finally here.” Ike whispered in awe, staring at their newly arrived tank.

“Do you think we were too mean to the kid?” Fox asked as he got into the passenger side of the warthog.

“It’s his own fault he can't pick up lies.” Falco replied, turning the ignition on, he looked at Fox, “I still think you should have brought the explosives.”

“Joy-riding is one thing, explosives is another.”

“Whatever. Besides, I’d say it’d take him at least a week to find the base.”

“20 dollars says it’d take him two.”

“You’re on.”

Marth exited through another way into cave he’d found and got lost in, finding himself in a different area. “Finally.” He sighed, looking at the base . “There it is. Oh sweet, we got a tank!” he said as he started running towards it.

RedvsBlue meets Brawl

2008-04-21T21:33:18Z

Result of boredom.

-

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Green eyes met blue.

“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?”

“Who doesn’t? I mean, why are we here? Did all humanity really come from a single cell that was floating somewhere in the universe? Or, is there really a God, y’know, watching over us? Hell, I don’t know... but it keeps me up at night.”

“...”

“...” Blink. “What? I meant why are we here, in this canyon?”

“Oh... uh, yeah.”

“What was all that stuff about God?”

Falco picked at his gun, “Hm? Oh, nothing.”

Fox looked away for an instant, then back at him, “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. “

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“But seriously, why are we here? We’re stationed in the middle of fucking nowhere, just in a canyon with no way in or out.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And as far as I know, the only reason why we set up a red base here, is because they have a blue base over there,” he pointed at the other side of the mentioned canyon with the tip of his rifle, “And the only reason why they have a blue base there, is because we set up a red base here.” He pointed at the ground.

“Uh-huh.”

“And even if we were to pick up and leave today, that means that the blues would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon, whoop-de-fuckin’-doo.”

“Yeah. It’s all such a waste of time, I mean, I signed up with the army to fight a bunch of aliens. Next thing I know, some random guy destroys everything, and I’m here, fighting a bunch of blue guys.”

“What are they doing now?”

Ike lifted his head up from his scope, “What?”

“I said, what are they doing now?”

“Goddamn, I’m getting so sick of that question!”

“Look, it’s not my fault I never get the damn sniper rifle. I can’t see anything, and I’m not about to stand here playing with rocks all day!”

“Look. They’re just standing there and talking, alright? All they ever do is stand there and talk. That’s what they were doing a week ago, that’s what they were doing five minutes ago when you asked me, so five minutes from now, when you ask me “What are they doing?” my answer is gonna be, ”They’re still just talking, and they’re still just standing there!”.”

Pit stared down at the reds from their high-ground hiding spot, who looked like they were doing exactly what Ike told him they were doing. A moment later, he turned to Ike again, “What are they talking about?”

“...you know what? I hate you.”

“Seriously, we should just go look for new and intelligent forms of life. Y’know, fight them.”

“Hell yeah, that’s why we should be in charge.”

A new voice pulled them out of their conversation. “Ladies! Front and center!”

Fox looked down at Snake. “Oh, fuck me.”

“Yes sir!”

Not sure if I`ll continue yet.