"Hmm, what should we make little ole me look like?"
Staring at the screen, I decided I would make myself look like the real me instead of doing the dramatic alien watermelon I usually do. I made my character have straight long brown hair, pale but I changed her height drastically and made her eyes purple. I made her wear a white long sleeve shirt, a tie, a thin looking jacket, tight's and a skirt with some kick ass looking boots.
"There, now that I made some unrealistic look-a-like, let's kill some zambies" I grinned and entering the world of the online game.
Moving around I found myself in an class room - fitting for my attire, but I was instantly attracted to a cat clock on the wall, "Oh my god, look! Okay, can I touch it? Pick it up?" clicking on the screen I frowned for a second before I pressed '2' and I had the clock in my hands.
"Oh my gawd - ha ha" I laughed and started to run down the hallway, "WOOOOOOO!" I yelled before I turned the corner and jumped out of my skin. I screamed in shock as I flipped out and fell off of my chair, "HOLY CRAP!" quickly sitting back onto my computer seat I slammed my hand against the key board and tried to find out a way to get out of there quickly.
Instead I somehow sent 'dfbfdjalknsdkjbnzfcadschju634' into the chat log I didn't know existed. Then I pressed '2' again and my character threw the clock at the person. Laughing at the person who fell down the stair's from the impact of the clock I gathered myself before running away.
Entering a class room just as a loud 'vroop' started - a alarm?
"OKay, okay, weapon's, weapons - weapon!" I grabbed the board eraser and dropped it, "No, pick it up for fcks sake!" I yelled, noticing a zambie walking into the room.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH! NO NO NO NO NO!" I screamed, hitting my key board randomly as I tried to figure out how to get away from the zombie.
Somehow I picked the teacher's desk up and I grinned evilly, "MUHAHAHA! TASK DESK BITCH!" I laughed and bitch slapped the zombie.
"BAM! DON'T MESS WITH FISHFINGERSANDGINGERS!" I yelled, running out with the desk in front of me.
Running around the school for a few more minutes I pressed '2' and dropped the desk before I decided to experiment and press something numbers.
'1' I crouched and started to hum mission impossible music as I stealthily walked under the desks in a class room.
'3' I rolled, "YAY! ROLLY POLLY!" I cheered before I rolled down the hall way singing, "They see me rollin', they hatin', they don't realize that - ZAMBIE!" I screamed, accidentally smack my computer before slamming my hands down and started to roll away from the hoard of zombies that followed me, "AHHHHHHHHH, i'm screwed" I stared at the dead in before I saw the janitor's closet.
"DOOR - OPEN IT'S ALADDIN!" I yelled while I clicked on the door, trying to grabbed it, then I just ended up pressing random buttons and it opened, "SWEET! A BROOM!" I made my character run into the closet before I spent the next six minutes trying to close the door.
But then someone ran in and closed the door behind me.
Sitting there I pressed '0' to type and wrote, '.... well, this is awkward'
"Hang on, this punk ass bitch has stolen my hiding spot! That is illegal!" I yelled at my comptuer, trying to smack the other character in the face or something.
"What kind of user name is Pew.... Die-Pie? I don't get it, how to you pronounce - pew-die-pie? Is it just pew and then die, and then pie? Why isn't he - or she using P-I instead of P-I-E?"
'Why is your user name FishFingersAndGingers?'
'Because of Doctor Who, duh. Bro, you've just been sassed by an Australian' sitting there I wait for his reply while trying not to laugh at my own weirdness, I looked down my camera lense before I gave up and just laughed, "I have no idea what i'm doing - but let's go with sassing the person who hides in other people's hiding spots. I'm hungry... do you guys have pizza? I want some pizza - oh, this dude applied"
'Well bro, i'm Swedish. So asdfujkugyfyrtfds'
'And asdfghjkiujyhtgdf to you too Swedish boy - or girl? Or alien? I don't judge'
'I am a boy - that's what my mom says anyway'
'Let's hope she knows what a boy is then or we'll be in trouble'
Suddenly he sits down and I raised an eye brow at the screen, how the hell did he do that?
I stare at my keyboard before pressing random keys - and then the door bursts open. Screaming as zombies yanked us out and mauled at us - the graphics in this game is brilliant by the way - and blood was thrown over my screen as I stared at it, this shock and terrified expression frozen on my face.
"Did I die? Did I just-"
YOU'RE DEAD
The red and bloody words popped up on my screen and I glared at them, "THAT'S BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU GAME! FUCK. YOU!" I ran my hands back over the keyboard, hoping to get back into the game.
Suddenly i've been re spawned - outside and I started screaming again as a horde of zombies came at me, "NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!" I screamed and screamed, even getting my foot up to protect me as if the zombies were going to burst through the screen and tear me apart.
Then the screen was covered in red again.
YOU'RE DEAD
"I know dip shit, I know! It's not like I thought you just threw fruit punch over the screen or something" turning back to the camera I pulled an a smile - though it probably looked weird because of me being so ticked off.
"Well guys, that's it for today. I'm going to go find some anger management classes I can attend so I don't hit someone. BYE!" I waved to the camera before I turned it off and started to edit it.
After I edit it I upload it to my game channel - FishFingersAndGingers and stretched before I crawled out of my study / computer room and slid into my kitchen with my pink fuzzy socks on.
I grabbed my stereo remote and pressed play before I banged my head and slid around my kitchen, making fairy bread and a milkshake - two of the most healthiest things i've eaten all my life.
"Still like that old time rock and roll
The kinda music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock and roll "
Sliding over to my lounge room I collapsed onto my couch as I ate and drank my stuff before I showered for work and threw my white chef's shirt on, as well as black chef pants and shoes and walked out of the apartment. I held my bag as I locked the house up and then got into my car and drove to work.
"How are you Lola?"
"Pretty good Bruno, how you doing?" I say, pulling my chef's hat on while washing my hands.
"Tired"
"Did the night shift again?"
"Of course"
Chuckling I started work as we either joked and prodded each other as we effectively did more work than the other twenty chef's in the kitchen - so our boss can't really fire or yell at us since it's just how we roll.
Can't wait to go home, eat some take, watch some nerdy tv shows and surf the net. I love my job - yes, I love my hobby (being a You Tuber), but I LOVE being lazy even more.
