Yes, it's true, I have a fan. A couple of nights ago when I sat down to play the amazing survival horror game Dead Space
, I saw that I had a friend request from someone. I didn't recognize the name at all, so I replied with a message of my own, inquiring about who they are and how they know me. Yesterday (or was it today? My brain is dead right now} I got a reply from this mysterious person, and do you know what they said?
They said this: I'm a fan of yours on Destructoid and I'm just trying to add some cool people to play with.
Both my wife and I started cracking up, laughing hysterically at the idea of me having a fan of my messy, always hastily written blog. Seriously, I'm sure most of you can tell I write most of my blogs in less than 20 minutes, sometimes as low as 5 minutes, and I never do shortblogs. I write 3 to 5 paragraph blogs in like 15 minutes and post them right away. Surely I can't be deserving of a fan. But anyway, I felt like I was being tickled due to laughing so hard I almost pissed myself. Think about this for a moment. I was (and may still be for all I know) one of the most hated people on Dtoid, although that was a while back and I feel I've improved quite a bit in terms of attitude and blogging in general.
But anyway, if you'd like to know who the fan is, visit killsmooth's blog
. He isn't that well known as far as I know. But because he is my fan, he is fucking awesome.
Though I must admit, I question a man's sanity when he tells me he's a fan of me. Just kidding, thanks for the support of my waste of space and bandwith.
Anyway, I have a fan!
Anyway, I'll post a picture of the message as living proof of my godlike powers. Perhaps in my profile, since I'm lazy and won't do this for days.
I know, nobody cares!