You may be asking yourself "How can a little piece of plastic kill someone?" Well, my friends, join me in a tale of PFJASODIJADFLKJASJDFOI STUPID PEDAL DIE DIE SALDFKJALGKVDAOGI DIE
I'm playing Rock Band with my taped up bass pedal. I figured it would at least last until my replacement gets here. I'm playing "...and Justice for All" on expert
and half way through the song, a little piece breaks off. I'm not aware of it at first, but the whole time I'm doing serious bass drum kicks, the hard piece of plastic is carving into my bare foot. Through the power of rock, I felt no pain at the time. I kept playing until the thing snapped completely in half altogether.
My foot pedal is in two complete seperate pieces. The duct tape is the only thing holding the pedal onto the base. Meanwhile, my foot is bleeding. I could die now. Yep, I feel it. I'm dying.
I removed the blood-soaked duct tape to reveal that my pedal is also broken in another spot. This thing is in three pieces. Bull.
What the blue balls were they thinking when they made it out of thin plastic?
Could someone swear a bunch for me? I don't swear, but this deserves some profanity.
Also, if I'm not killed from blood loss (I'm getting weak...) then the part two of my Game of the Year
post will be written. Just ignore my previous emo post
and the fact that it's February of '08 now and just enjoy what I write you ungrateful pieces of poop.
Oh God... Must... stop... the bleeding...