Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2014 21:18:53 GMT -5
Madness Hatness found himself in the middle of a very crowded street, some very angry people honking their car horns at him, waving their very balled up fists, yelling some very choice swear words. All in all not a very pleasant start to the day. {say very one more time.} very. {…}
He didn’t exactly remember how he got there, probably due to one of those frequent lapses of memory he was dealt with. Lets see….the last thing he can remember…….Wait what’s the last thing I can remember? {You were held up against a tree by your mother with a knife to your throat.} SERIOUSLY? That’s the last thing I can remember?
He walked out of the street, the very grateful drivers giving him a very grateful middle finger, probably hugely out of respect for his headwear. He quickly found a newspaper thingy and tried to open it. Obviously that didn’t work because those things don’t just open. It actually takes money. (Did you know that? It takes money. Ridiculous) He tried with all his might to pull the door off his hinges, but that didn’t work. He held his hand up to it to see if he could warm it up, when something unexpected occurred. A trickle of energy came out of his palm. It was a strange, unaccustomed feeling, but was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it just was. (How did we do that?) {I’m not sure. Try it again}
He held his hand back up and another trickle came out. (Try shaking it!) {Really…?}
He tried shaking it and whacked the palm of his hand, and a giant ball of energy whipped out of his hand and completely destroyed the door of the newspaper holder thingy. (newspaper holder thingy?){You have no right to judge.}
He reached inside and grabbed a paper, none too concerned about the energy that just flowed from his body. The year said….The paper was whipped from his hand, before he had time to fully calculate what year it was. (And also because Ben doesn’t know what year this is set in.){Stop with the meta shit. People don’t know Ben from Adam.}(Who is Adam? Why are you bringing Adam into this?){Sigh…}
He did the math in his head quickly.
“WAIT.” He shouted. A lot of people turned to stare at him. “THAT WAS THIRTEEN YEARS AGO?!?” So he didn’t have memories from the past thirteen years. That would prove to be interesting. “I’m TWENTY SEVEN??!?” Why that was more alarming than not having memories from the past thirteen years is a question that will never be answered.
{It’s because he’s vain.}
Come on. I literally just said that it was a question that would never be answered and then you go and answer it….Like….really?
{Sorry….}
He promptly fainted, in the most manly way possible.
He didn’t exactly remember how he got there, probably due to one of those frequent lapses of memory he was dealt with. Lets see….the last thing he can remember…….Wait what’s the last thing I can remember? {You were held up against a tree by your mother with a knife to your throat.} SERIOUSLY? That’s the last thing I can remember?
He walked out of the street, the very grateful drivers giving him a very grateful middle finger, probably hugely out of respect for his headwear. He quickly found a newspaper thingy and tried to open it. Obviously that didn’t work because those things don’t just open. It actually takes money. (Did you know that? It takes money. Ridiculous) He tried with all his might to pull the door off his hinges, but that didn’t work. He held his hand up to it to see if he could warm it up, when something unexpected occurred. A trickle of energy came out of his palm. It was a strange, unaccustomed feeling, but was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it just was. (How did we do that?) {I’m not sure. Try it again}
He held his hand back up and another trickle came out. (Try shaking it!) {Really…?}
He tried shaking it and whacked the palm of his hand, and a giant ball of energy whipped out of his hand and completely destroyed the door of the newspaper holder thingy. (newspaper holder thingy?){You have no right to judge.}
He reached inside and grabbed a paper, none too concerned about the energy that just flowed from his body. The year said….The paper was whipped from his hand, before he had time to fully calculate what year it was. (And also because Ben doesn’t know what year this is set in.){Stop with the meta shit. People don’t know Ben from Adam.}(Who is Adam? Why are you bringing Adam into this?){Sigh…}
He did the math in his head quickly.
“WAIT.” He shouted. A lot of people turned to stare at him. “THAT WAS THIRTEEN YEARS AGO?!?” So he didn’t have memories from the past thirteen years. That would prove to be interesting. “I’m TWENTY SEVEN??!?” Why that was more alarming than not having memories from the past thirteen years is a question that will never be answered.
{It’s because he’s vain.}
Come on. I literally just said that it was a question that would never be answered and then you go and answer it….Like….really?
{Sorry….}
He promptly fainted, in the most manly way possible.