So Jumpy and I bravely set up the course today and played, what were the results you ask? Let me tell you a story for a better explanation.....
So we all know the Godzilla movies, a giant lizard runs around destroying Tokyo with some weird Japanese back plot going on. But how did Godzilla come about? Well my friends, he was a result of the Nuclear Age. The consequence of Man abusing the earth, of creating disharmony.
If you hadn't noticed, the last seasons I too have gone through this same abuse. Today however, Jumpy's course that is the proverbial Tokyo came to witness the awesome and destructive power that is I unleashed. I jumped ahead with one ball, while another lagged behind. As normal, Jumpy soon overtook me, posting a ball while both of mine were languishing. However, as Jumpy became fat from his spoils, the ocean churned. Rising from the water was the apocalyptic force that became the Red and Yellow balls, spreading fire, laser blasts, and terror in their wake. True to form the Japanese subplot kicked in, and Miyuki stopped us because the dogs had yet again had another fight, "He was biting him for like 5 minutes." This couldn't stop what happens every time though, Godzilla destroys the city, and I beat Jumpy.
I'll definitely have a awesome monster name and shirt for myself the next time we play.
p.s. there will be a meeting to discuss the future of the club soon.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Godzilla is born....
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Saturday, February 03, 2007
Fear of the Cold
Aside from this sentence, there will be no mention of the fact that the last post was before the bougioses party; noone will broach the truth that we have not played a game in over three months, and it will be forgotten (for now) that some of us are spastic when playing Wii Sports.
We are beset in contraversy. The cold chills our passion for the game. We have become weak, our will brittle. We pout at the weather, our hearts fickle in their desire for the game. Our game is being taken from us. Not by threat of dissolved liberty; Not by force of conquestatorial invasion; Not by disease or by misfortune. No, our game is taken from us only by us. And why? What harm could possibly fall upon us? Our fear of the cold cripples us. We should not allow it. We shall not allow the cold to shatter our resolve. Quite the contrary, we should rather offer to the cold our resolve so that it should freeze in unwavering desire to continue to play! I say to you all, tonight we shall Play!
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