Also I don't know if you've noticed but I have a new blog name (and by extension new url) which means if you're still searching the old url it will appear as if this blog disappeared without a trace (if only it did.) If that ever happens again remember that you can always just search 'Ryan Takanashi' on Google and it will take you straight here.
But most people probably think I deleted this blog out of shame (And I should) so I've probably lost half of my readers. But since half of zero is still zero we should be fine.
But whatever, IT IS TIME FOR DREAMS NOW (Also this one is kind of short so to make up for it I have MASTERFULLY ILLUSTRATED said dreams)
We start off nice and easy with me being in a black and white arena fending off zombified League of Legends characters while said arena slowly fills up with water. Like I said nice and easy motherfucker HOW BOUT THAT?
Zed's dead, baby. |
But sadly, our story doesn't end here. We just sort of skip ahead to me navigating a maze made of flesh, pretty metal as fuck, right? Did I mention this wasn't a nightmare at all? Like I was totally comfortable with the circumstances thrust upon me? Yeah, that's interesting.
But upon entering the centre of this maze, I was greeted by a giant mouth that- And I'm not fucking with you here- believed he was Tony Hawk in a past life.
Get a load of this guy. |
Of all things, Tony fuckin' Hawk? Seriously?
But eventually he managed to convince me to get his original body back. And he suggested I start looking in...
A supermarket.
If you had to go looking for Tony Hawk, NATURALLY you had to check a supermarket first.
So off I went, complete with a nifty montage of me searching for Tony Hawk. It was hilarious, you really should have been there.
But I couldn't find him. Disappointed, I leave the supermarket, and the dream ends with a young boy growling at me, getting increasingly louder until he's practically screaming at me.
FUCKIN NORMIE. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE |
It starts in a forest, and I'm just kinda running around and generally dicking about, but then I come across some familiar faces...
It's none other than Van Hohenheim and Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist!
You have every right to be envious of my mad art skills |
"Yeah, I guess you could say the whole city is going to be involved in this final fight of yours." I say.
I then get a fucking high-five from Hohenheim.
Then we watch kids play football and everyone lived happily ever after.
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