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Hnarli Die Jest - IPSO WON [VVGR]





 I was laying in bed and I pondered,
my Steam library staring at me
and a bookcase of paper empty
and all the controllers that be.

Do I need all these things in my room?
Might freeing some hard drive space
bring me a new perspective,
perhaps a smile to my face?

Could I live without Mario and Doom?
To change what I do for enjoyment
would that make me brilliant, or dumb?
All these things I was asking myself,
as they swiftly began to loom.
First, a loud noise, then a crack on the floor,
then a "thump" and a "clunk" and an "oww".
I stood up, looked around, let my jaw fall.
For I was no longer at home, but at war.

Elites and Spartans exchanged bright lights.
Mushrooms roamed. Colossi looked from afar.
Loud screams, songs, I couldn't believe my ears.
None would last, though; replaced by a roar.

Gravity changed. Everyone stood, weary.
A large boulder appeared, eating things up,
pushed by a little green dude... Katamari!
What happened next is garbled and blurry.

Inside that ball of japanese fury
I travelled the world, ate it up,
and the next and the next and the next,
it had gone out of hand, this transcendence
Marcus Fenix pulled me close and whispered:
"Mount your friends". I Shivered.

BOOK TWO: Arrefew: LISA: The Painful RPG

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Open eyes. Look around. Machines and machine noises. Cables of all colors. Some lights. Flickering lights, strong and soft. Ventilation. Shiny, cold, clean floor. Glass. Plastic door handles. Soft leather chairs. A big cold coffee mug. A small dinosaur figurine. A single cotton string laid out across the room; stright, untouched. A half opened metal door. Plastic door handles. Steps and the sound of steps going down steps. Steps steps steps. Silence. Machinery. LED lights. A harsh winter breeze. Large advertisements staring and passing by. Metal triangles inside warmed up cotton. Wood. Unlit safety. Too much cotton. Too little cotton. Just enough cotton. A window into another world. A window into the world you just came out of. A window into a world of your own. Sighs, closer and further away. Silence followed by nothing. The beating of your heart is nowhere to be seen.

Ask me again... ask me that thing you said so many moons ago.

You know what I am talking about. I know you do. You would be kidding if you didn0t.

Ok, let's play a game then. Whatever you prefer, but you know I am right.

Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Yes. A characteristic of the tree that was in the woods outside that house in the country you went to once when you were a kid and you were easily impressed and it's probably in ruins now. There's nothing left but it's okay, you figure out. Gasping as you read, gasping gasping gasping. Gasp outside. Gasp into your partner. Everyone walking past, gasping. Slowly pose yourself in a comfortable position that you know is at least not unattractive from the majority of the angles. Clasp your hands in an intelligent way. Move somewhere else every morning. Be on the move before the sun rises, be set up before lunch time. Eat a pancake. Listen and learn the ropes, the secrets of the trade. Only this will get you that, only knowing will you know. Fluff it up, punch it up, nobody will notice. Nobody notices already. Drunk and noisy or silent, your weight pressing onto you like a baker before the sun rises, walk forward, the only way there is. Onlyonlyonlyonlyonlyon. Hunt for it. Open your mouth as wide as you can muster. Eat it without remorse, it's food for you. See fast or guide yourself by touch, you'll get there eventually. Aside from the other turning circles around you there is nothing standing between this side of the road and your wildest dreams.

Welcome. Click. Fuss. Droom. Whoom. Shh. Higg gg. Sksh. Froo. Click. Clap. Tap. Stap. Bat. Good Mourning. Sarcastic eyesore. Sad hump. Violent unconciousness.

- imho

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