The Book Of Random Stuff[OLD]

Ollie's Pack

Greetings everyone.

I had left Wattpad for a while because I CAN, and mostly because I was busier on Quotev. I've also been playing Majora's Mask, but I'll probably quit due to the overly long process of trying to save. (Like, okay, ignoring the Owl save statues, since playing the Song of Time saves your progress yet sends you back in time simultaneously, then... oh nevermind I figured out the intentions damn it.)

Also, my Link is named 'My Homie' so that should be loads of fun.

I've also been looking into this M64 stuff. Very interesting. I'd get my own copy and see if it's personalized but...

I don't have an N64, and I don't have SM64.

However, I do have an emulator so... my rom of SM64 is personalized. Everytime Mario jumps, there is no "Yahoo!", and it's now replaced with loud screams of pain. When he crashes into a wall, he explodes.  And then, tired of all of the suffering that he had to go to through, full of hurt and anger, Mario yeeted himself off of a cliff, plunging straight into the waterfall. He struggled, oh how he struggled, 64-bit pixilated blood gushing from his head, while his lungs burned, desperate for oxygen. But did he make an effort to get to the surface? No, he did not. The pain and torment he would have to go through, just to get some stats, it was just too much for him. And Luigi, sweet innocent Luigi...he hoped he would be okay. He hoped he would understand. Closing his eyes, Mario let out his last breath, the massive blood loss and lack of air finally taking affect on his small body. He began to feel weak. His head hurt. His lungs felt like they were on fire. Black dots swimmed around his vision.

This was it.

"I-Ima tired..."

Uttering one last sentence with the last of his strength, the Italian plumber succumbed to his injuries, and his lifeless, pale body slowly rose to the surface.

It oughta be a surprise for the next person who visited the castle.
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Oh good God what happened there?

Oops, my bad. Wow, I don't know how I went from a meme to Mario commiting shoeshine. I guess my mind is just like that, I dunno.

(Watch out Rayman, you're next.)

Alright, alright. I think that's enough of my rambling for today, if I do say so myself. I think it's time to get to the main point of this chapter.

So, you remember that one sentence in the story description?

"Occasionally, cartoon crap will pop up."

Yes, that one. It was a possibility that I made all the way in the beginning of February.

Welp, the possibility is no longer a possibility! It's a thing now.

So, storytime. My niece was over one day, and she desperately wanted me to watch TV with her, specifically on Nick. And see, that was a bit of a problem since we don't exactly have Nick in our subscriptions. Like, there's a Nick on Pluto TV, an app that we do have, but it's basically a watered down version of the main channel. So, I gently tried to tell her that we couldn't watch Nick because we didn't have it, but we could instead watch PBS Kids. Cyberchase was on, I think, so it would've been a great opportunity to learn some quick maffs.

That girl wasn't going to take no for an answer.

So, I sat my ass down with her, screamed at the voice remote to find a cartoon, any cartoon, and a show called Ollie's Pack was the first thing that showed up. 

Now, the show was about a 13-year-old "ordinary" kid named Ollie Allen. He is the chosen one to keep guard of a pack, which is a secret realm to Monsterville. (I think.)