TAC TAC TAC TAKKA TAKKKA TAC TAC
"What the shite is that?" Mine mind awoken to the sound of this Takking. So Mysterious and left more vague for being muffled. I's best investigate such breaking backing takking.
I swooped in hallway and sensed the nippy noise originating from...
"Brother Jobi, of course." I again swooped and met face to face with him. Jobi was comfirmed typing some piped up paper on the computer of a con. Doing so in a so so heinous looking I almost vomited by the sight of plastic bumbles flying around in a fake way and a homemade caterpillar when Jobi was but 11 (Back then he was 3 to me).
"Aldrian, could please let me be, I have an assignment to finished."
"No, I's have sleep to finish. YOU let me be."
"No, this is due tommorrow I can't fail school."
"You can't let me fail. My reputation is due, Good it shall be or else."
"I'll tell mother!"
"Really?" Rather unexpectedly, Brother Jobi had taken a firm stand. His tone too true, really to tell mother. Nope, never to happen on my own stance. And mine is stronger.
I's closed the door."What the-" I grabbed Jobi's wrist by left hand and sliented by the other. Threw the sorry sucker against the wall. Jobi became to weep,
"You better stay a silent sucker!" He issued a deadly whisper.
Jobi shaked 'no.'
"Yes!" I nodded. "Or punchtime."
Jobi shaked and shaked ''no, no'' He didn't want it. "I won't tell. I won't tell." I muffed repeatedly. That was definite confirmation. I let the dipshit free.
"Nevermind." I said dispassionately. And went aways.
I have a meeting with fun folks. U Can't come. Busy all day. Have fun by yourself.
That was the message Carlos had given me after 40 fucking minutes of painful wait. This bogus event had ruined chance to meet again. Oh well, reality is too cruel, get with it.
So I had to make up my own fun. What shall I's do. Watch a gore vid. Catch and eat a worm. Fuck a lady. Hey, those last two were jokes. Just an echo of my dulled state.
Chore? No, never chores, death than boredom. PLAY GAMES. Of course!
I searched... results in the tons. But, allas, just shity bowser games of the cheap kind.
Puzzle type, nah. 2-D shooter, disappointing. Endless runner? Whats the fucking point!?
I remained hollow. No joy or happy. I searched for alternatives. Beginning with the most prestige shopping site on Earth's face: BAmazon. A console: 670$ The desired game: Gun Fighters Z for the price for 100 ducks (as it was a preowned copy from 2008). Total price: 770$, fucking steep.
Did the game so happen to be on PC. Answer: NO! Incompetent cunts!
NOW WHAT!? Stand here for HOURS and preform nothing. NAH! I Must. I SHALL BE ENTERTAINED!
How did Carlos play the game!?... He had that hacking device... I just have some buccaneer magic up my sleeve... Buccaneer? Pirate? Da fuck?
Gun fighters Z Pirate Was what I type within da Searchy browser. The results: Gun Fighters Z free download Skidrow. Da hell REALLY? I clicks da link. Basic Menyu design w/ a big glowie button FREE DOWNLOAD. K. Clicks that too.
Two things popped up afterwards. Bars filled with progress. In a two or three or four minutes (me minds a mess sory) Da loading of content was finished. Da application thus be opened and- YEEESSSSSSSS THE GAME!
The title screen and beyond that GAMEPLAAAAAAYYYYY Wonderous times afterward. With da shooting and the swordslashing and the character and their shity funny diolouge. WOAH WHAT FUN I COULD PRACTICALITY ORGASM!
"Adrian! Come here at once!"
Daddy... Christ on a stick... Wha does HE want! I practically teleported to the room he was in. Which was his cozy lil man couch in da room of libing.
"Yeeeeeeeessssssss." Irepied in a somewhat snakish sound.
"Get me...beer!"
Ugh, beer... why can't the privileged ass get himself? I fetched the beverage, else lose an eye. He swiped it from me and guzzled the wicked juice. No thanks from him, best be on my way-
"Get me Cheesys!"
Another demand, damn him. I grabbed a bag and he ate them down his throat like a bloody bird. Whatever, now I shall...
"Soda!"
NAHAHAHAHHHAHHHA "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YU!'' ...uh oh...
WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK WHAK
Father hit me a dozen and a half times. Mad he is.
"BRRRIING ME A DRINK." The bitch blud bellowed.
The deed was done dutifully without error.
*INTERMISSION*
I's arrived back on my PC. Time was 7:00 p.m. Mom was at work. These sorts of nights, dinner wouldn't arrive until 10. Time to game, I guess. I's decided to head back to Gun Fighters Z. But wait... My friend...
Carlos are ya there? I typed in the chats log.
... Oh boy I'm back!
Fucking fantastic... hey ya wanna know whats I's discovered... And so I spilled the story about me pirating the game we played last night.
Wow good for you bro.
...Yeah I honestly had that much fun since I watched porn in da public libary 3 years back.
"Well, so you've gotten into some great stuff. You have a VPN?
VP- Huh? Da hell is that? But if it's something required for joy. But if it's anotha process. "Yes Yes I do have a VPN."
Pleasant, I have some steller advice for you... And what followed was a link, where? Wow.gamesgamesgames.cox That's where. "Your welcome!"
Thanks... Very unsure of this tip.
"Gotta head back to business. C U LAAAATAA! And he dismissed himself.
With absolutely nothing better to do. I clicked da link and THHLLLEWW!
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That Spectacular Guy
HumorThis is the amazing, fantastic tale of a boy who learned of alternative means of obtaining things. The story is fiction yet possibly true. There is comedy yet tragedy. Who will go and who will still. READ AND FIND OUT!
