I should start a band. It shouldn't be too hard. The world has too man musicians I'm sure I can find a few who are just barely good enough to make a shitty band. I don't know what I want to add to this. Perhaps I'll make a parody band, I can't be in a band that takes itself seriously. One reason is because I'm not good enough of a musician. The other reason is because I'm not serious enough myself.

I don't feel like making a new post. But I feel I should link this
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/
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I suppose it deserves a bit more background. It's by boss, I will link to his profile so you can see how professional this guy is. Yeah, you can tell he means business. He has a few skills, some miht call them mad. Some of the other voice actors include one of my favorite Canadians Prootalfain, An excellent voice actor ForNoReason(I think this guy did very well) and Rig... Yeah I was surprised to see that Rig was in on this.
I also lent out my vocal chords for the use of a few lines.

That was in bad taste. I'm sorry for those I may have offended.

tl;dr post a comment with one of these names. Eldagon, Ironby, Banillavasser, Elcrest, Enend, Agresis, Perrysfort, Dearne.

Hello citizens, I'm back in the nation building mood. First thing on the agenda is choosing my nations capital... but we'll get back to that later. (I'm a politician.)

Let's look at the headlines today, much like how they do it on the Jay Leno show... only funny.

A recent study conducted by Bremer, Irving and Floyd revealed startling, but not unexpected, but still never-the-less surprising, but not altogether unaccounted for findings.Traffic accidents are on the rise.This increase over the past eighteen months is due primarily too an influx of priests who possess little or no driving skills as well as road raged drivers who are known to weld gun turrets to the top of their vehicles.
But in one traffic accident related note Neverhundred is ranked 14039th in defenestration, just below Dullsville. This makes us the safest nation in the region for defenestration. "Oh heckare we ever pleased at this sweet news," exclaimed police chief Jennifer Plox, "And don't think we're going to stop here. NeverHundred has it's eye on hawking as well."
When asked, a gambler sighed "Yeah sure, but do they really know what they're doing?"
"It's the parrots I'm worried about. They're the ones who will be really broken by this." Voiced one priest.

Guthrie C. and Gratwick Fabrication just demoted 28329 employees to the rank of occupationally challenged. There's no pay at that level.
Layoffs seem to be in style as countless employers cut back. Although housing has shown cute movement, it has not been drastic enough to help unemployment.
Biochemists and stunt doubles alike are feeling the pains of having no income. "We had to hang out at the drive-in movies just to get a bit to eat," one coworker exclaimed. "All I request is a job."
A dinner pantry program was instituted by local businesses to keep the locals of Neverhundred from going hungry. "I just can't say how sweet I feel about how the residents of Neverhundred stick together," someone said somewhere.

Neverhundred's fire department is pushed to it's limits and Neverhundred citizens are putting on the heat. I'm really burnt up about this," stated Mrs. Carrow, obviously bothered over having lost her home in a fire last summer when the fire department's answering machine was broken.
"Neverhundred has desired more fire-stations for a while now. How many more citizens have to lose their homes before the government does something about it?"
The president had very little to say about the issue. Although after the great fire of Bonillavasser. his only statement on that situation was, "Uh, well... maybe they shouldn't have been so careless."
Chances are 1500 out of 100 that this will effect President Tzandl's campaign strategy, or not at all.

Protesters are up in arms over new nuclear power power stations. They too to the streets in in the mountian cities of, Swarton, Boxten, and Elcrest. "This is bloody outrageous!" screamed Andrew Wistnell, head of the nation's most important protesters group, The Barbirabards. He continued while jumping up and down in front of the camera. "These damn gamma-pushers will plunge us into a nuclear armageddon. Neverhundred is just one lazy slip up away from being plunged into chaos. We're going to have to learn sooner or later.When was the last time you released a dove on a monthly basis? Huh? HUH? That's what I thought! It's time to move past these primitive beliefs!"
Not long after his streetside interview turned speech, turned chant, turned battle call Boxten was burned to the ground by the protesters. Followed by Sorth Harrisvale and most of The Wilderlands region from the top of mount Haversak across The Wilderlands creating destruction, panic and anarchy to such towns as Elcrest, Enend, Agresis and Boxten
Enend In the coastal cities that primarily rely on the Bonillavassor Reactor have been serious considering switching to other sources of power, research on using potatoes as batteries and running hampsters on wheels has only resulted in tragedy.

And here's a guy who thinks he's a scientist with the weather.
High humidity and low temperatures will mean chilly air all day. Do as your mom says and take a jacket. If the wind picks up the wind chill factor will be below zero. Ng institute says that inverse conditions will change the weather pattern within the next few months. Oscillating patterns always occur over a year period.
"I have nothing but insanity for those delicious negotiators effected by this." Sighed an observer.

Let's move on to business now. Neverhundred needs a Capital but I'm too lazy to decide on my own. So here are some city names I made up while I jacked some other guy off. I've gone over my options talked to an adviser or two. As is the unofficial seat of governance would probably be the first known Neverhundred city, Eldagon. The problem is Eldagon is small and isolated. It's a coastal city that is practically built on cliffs edges, with one road that enters it. What's wrong with our old building!" asks noted disestablishmentarian, Horace McAlpen.Before I could explain the problem to my anti-authoritarian friend he continued to raise his voice and ignore me. "We don't need some kind of fancy capital city just to make the fat-cat politicians feel important! If there's no room, then fire politicians until there IS room. Have you never heard of doing more with less?"

He makes a good point. I'm not one for big government, or big corporation... or anything like that. But I feel intitled to explore other options and Eldagon is a weak port, with a poor infastructure. Other coastal cities like Ironby, Dearne and the renown Bonillavasser have stronger economies and are much more recognizable. Ironby is nearly as old as Eldagon, and also nearly as isolated. It is located on the island of Westerley, has it's changed from nuclear to solar power, and has proven to be a resourceful and prosperous city. Than their is Dearne at the mouth of the Saliwak River, it's a humble little city. Not always the first to come to mind but that doesn't rule it out as a contender. Than their is the sprawling metropolis known as Bonillavasser. "I would like to make a humble recommendation for my own proud jurisdiction," says Sue-Ann McGuffin, mayor of Bonnillavasser. "It would be an honor for our city to be host to the seat of power! If it will seal the deal, you can change the name if you like..." I don't think I'd ever want to change this cities name, but is it the right choice for Neverhundred.

Further inland there are many towns that could also do a fine job representing Neverhundred. Elcrest is a powerhouse, literally and figuratively. It is known for being the home of Neverhundreds largest dam. It is certered at the roots of Haversak Mountain, Neverhundred's largest mount and is also the place where Major General and leading military strategist General Shiomi wants me to start digging. "We'd be putting all our eggs in one basket if we choose somewhere too vulnerable! Believe me, capitals always get the brunt of the enemy attack because of their political and economic importance. We should put aside a few billion Skruebles and build our capital city underground. They'll never bomb us there!" Since Elcrest and the surrounding towns of Centerway, Harrisvale and Sorth Harrisvale are the foundations of Neverhundred's Mining and Ore facilities it's a the natural choice for the top secret location. Just don't tell anybody... damn it, now that will never work. Or will it?
His second choice would be the frontier city of Perrysfort. Far from any of our enemies and at the same time heavily fortified and strategically placed. I put a lot of weight into his ideas. Neverhundred isn't considered the strongest military power in the region just because we're practically the only nation in the region. No, we've proved time and time again that we're not a people you'd want to meet on the battlefield and I have Shiomi to thank for that. One the other hand this is a free nation and the capital should be open to the people. Also having the capital hidden away might be bad for commerce and tourism. I mean you can't go too far with the razzle-dazzle... right?

"I've got an idea," says theme park tycoon, Larry Tew. "My company will happily sponsor the new establishment and cover all costs - as long as it's made to our specifications. We've already got plans drawn up to put a roller coaster straight through the House of Commons! Maybe even a water slide or two in the lobby! It'll be one part legislative seat of government, one part family-fun theme park! Tourists will flock from around the globe!"
Okay that seems like too much razzle dazzle. And where would this capital be located. "The answer is obvious. The Wilderlands has tons of free space for such a massive undertaking. I'm thinking on the outskirts of either Enend, Agresis or between the two. Maybe by lake Eitherbrine in Agresis, or on the otherside of it. Oh I have so many great plans, it will be so much fun! Just you wait and see!!!"
...I'm trying to see how this could be a good idea but, it's not easy. Agresis is a good spot for locational reasons, it's in the middle of the country. It's easily accessible and is pretty economically strong. Enend is more of a frontier town, it's the newest city. Well planned contruction but I don't see what else it has to offer. And I hate roller-coasters.

I guess that covers all the big cities. Oh great. What are you doing here? I thought you died in the riots... "Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." Andrew Wistnell states as he lurches forth from the shadows. "Hah! Capital city indeed!" Andrew shouted, spilling leaflets all over the floor. "What's wrong with being free as the wind? Do you really think one city could possibly represent a whole country? Its people? I've had enough of the man trying to screw us down all the time! Say NO to a national capital! ...but if you were going to choose one maybe my home town of Swarton."
Well Swarten has a good location, up river of the old capital of Eldagon, adjacent to Dearne and Elcrest. It's not far from Agresis and it's only a town over from Bonillavasser. It's a little small bearly a city, more of a large town. I guess we could pump it up with bureaucrats, politicians and well known business leaders and it could float as a capital.
"What? Leadership? Authority? Centralized power? My only weaknesses." Stuttered Wistnell. "You win this round... but you haven't heard the last of me! Yes, me and the Barbirabards will be back." He cackles as he fades away into the shadows.
Yeah, I'm really not considering Swarton. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

So if anyone wants to give a suggestion I'm not opposed to listening to them. We've seen the rest now show me the best.

I try to avoid writing about personal shit here. Because it always turns out badly, I start whining and bitching about life. And no one wants to hear that, I don't really write about that.

So now what am I suppose to say. I've already shared my philosophy numerous times. I've already explained my various point of view and it's very simple. I'm a nihilist. Not anything to add to that. I can't think of one damn witty thing to say. Noithing seems to invoke creativity and it's getting more and more difficult to impress me. I used to be so easily impressed but now I just don't feel inspired. Imagine if I went deeper into my psyche, imagine if every day I wrote another blog about the daily grind in the life of a person who has no ambition, who does absolutely nothing exciting and who has all but given up on life.

That's why I deleted all my posts before, they were turning into that and the old posts all looked like shit. It was turning into my first blog. Terrible stuff...

it's pure madness today, it feels like I'm trapped in a barrel full of monkeys, it's not as fun as it sounds.

Why do I spend time trying to create music when I'd probably find it easier creating the instruments that create music. Also wouldn't have to worry about promoting myself and creating music that even I find it difficult to enjoy.

It's those rare songs that I actually liked making and feel are really good that keep me going. But they're so few and far between that I really wonder if it's worth it.

"The poeple who fear that the lower classes will reach up with dirty little hands up and steal their scepture and crown. I'm going to grab that scepture and run damn it, I'm going to take it away from them, and with a impish smirk I will laugh, because I will have it. I don't know what I'll do with it, but that scepture will be mine."
An old excerpt with all the misspellings intact. But despite the mistakes I love the picture it presents. Why can't I write like this anymore?

You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, we must be cautious./

I will soon upload my new song, after I'm done recording. So that will be in a few days... weeks... months. When I do I will make the words, Seasons in the Bipolar Regions a link to the song.

Find your opinions, and tell them to me.

Today I am a robot. I don't mean i felt like I robot or anything like that I mean to say I woke up to find myself as a robot. Much like in Kafka's story The Metamorphosis. Only that was written to show how the life Kafka and many other people in Eastern Europe where feeling as if they lived and where treated like cock-roaches. I'm not saying that I feel like a robot, that I am living the life of a robot. No for that story we'd have to o back a few years to when I lived in an office building owned by my father and I worked various jobs for little to no pay. And I did it all because I was so mind numbingly depressed I couldn't even feel anything anymore... and so I became a robot.

Last night I hung out with friends late into the night. And we luaghed and joked and they decided to never leave... ever. But than I went down to may lair. The cenent walls and floor. The garage door opposite a blue tarp. And the bed next to a broken door that wont ever completely close, and I never wanted it to be open in the first place. I actually rarely sleep down there but when there is company it's the further from them I can get. And they wont dare to follow into the murky, swamp of the below.

When I awoke in the morning they were still about. Laughing and partying and inviting over more people. And I could tell this was a day for robots. But more about that never. So I stayed in the below and waited for them to leave. Which they didn't do until... five in the after noon. My brother was entertaining them and at that time I decided to appear. When they saw me, they decided to leave. Because nobody trusts a robot I guess. Would you?

So than I was alone, I discovered that that was what I wanted all along. I didn't need to be with others. For robots need not for friends. This seemed like a good thing at first. Until I realized I could not eat. I could feel all manner of emotion, just as I normally could. But my hardware was insufficient. I could not hover. What a shame. What's the point of being a robot if you can't hover. I waited and waited because I could. Nothing changed, not from my perspective. Human problems became non of my concern. I became so desperately bored. And that's what got me in the end. Boredom. So I exploded and destroyed half the star system. What a pity. Better luck next time.

Also I think one of you might be interested in the new Dresden Codak story arc. Good stuff, that.

we will not speak of this.

So imagine a home, pleasant and warm.... safe? Not necessarily. Painted off white, a tree in the front yard. Stairs carved of stone that lead up to the front door and a couple windows either side of that door. Inside is a stair case that leads up and a hallway the leads off the the kitchen, to the left is a small study with a computer the right a den where the entertainment systems are kept. Upstairs there are a few bedrooms, and another staircase that leads to the attic that has two more rooms A nice place.

Except I forgot to mention the dead bodies. about 90 to 95 bodies. twenty-five found inside, 64 are scattered on the grounds outside a few in front a few more in the lot next to the building the rest behind the building in the barn or in the back yard. A remaining four bodies were found off the property in various directions It's a gruesome massacre let us not forget. none of them where children. and many were found nude... although, that may have been due to the nature of the party.

many of the deaths have yet to be explained as there have not been any autopsies, but we wont likely have the chance So we enter the front door right away their is a body on the welcome mat. a few more scattered at the foot of the stairs. In the den there are many more bodies. And in the kitchen a few more. A couple are in the study and another three or four in the guest room... though that's it's still debatable how many in that room. Horrifying. In the basement there were five bodies, people who had tried to hide there from whoever... or whatever caused this mess.

Upstairs there are even more bodies. in the various bedrooms and in the hallway and bathroom. And in the attic even more. But the frightening thing is the bugs... crawling and feasting all over the bodies. Devouring them hungrily. Never before in my life of forensics journalism have I seen such a thing. Where did they all come from, and so quickly.

Outside it's the same thing, insects of all manner swarm, creep and crawl. They blacken the sky and turn the ground into a living moving thing. Some people fear that they are the cause but at the moment they seem harmless enough. The only harm is that they have completely destroyed any evidence that there could possibly be. and their numbers continue to swell. making investigation nearly impossible.

Tell a story about six little bugs. But no... not really. Actually a could. I killed at least six bugs today. And ate them. Okay that last part isn't true. I'm mostly talking about the ants. The ones eating my house. Yeah, they're especially bad around this wing of the place. By the south deck. Now if they lived up to there name as carpenter ants and built little tables and shit that would be cool. But they don't they just eat the place up. Had to replace that south deck last year. because they ate the foundations.

And the war continues. That is contained in this building. To the trenches... where I'll wait. Until... something...

ellipses... are... cool...

Couldn't sleep. Ants crawling in my bed. They attempted to carry me off in the night. Teamwork, plus the ability to lift ten times they're weight almost gave them the advantage. But I still managed to hold my ground. I think they plan on sacrificing me to their insect god. I will post updates on these new developments as they are reported to me from the front lines.

I've been dragged away. Across the fields and hills. And brought to they're giant anthill. They've taken me down into the depths of their dark tunnels and dwellings... their insect metropolis. Doom awaits me there. And they plan on coming for you next, if you aren't careful.

Oops... the ants got me. They've gone and killed me now. In a mad and bloody ritual, significant to there pagan religion. They hunger for blood and war. Anyway... avenge my death. And I'll see you next time on The Anthill Insider.

You know... people just around around anymore. They just don't what to here my insecticide stories. They don't like my mini-bursts of fame to lame... ratios. And graphs... I do love me a good graphs. Keep them coming guys. Seems as if it's all falling into perspective, just as you would expect it would after about three years. But you know... at least I survived the wrath of a million tiny gods.

Pretty much just heard this band on the radio the other day, and I was digging it. I delt like it had a sound between The Beatles and Nirvana... and like I do with most bands I read up about them on Wikipedia, and I actually found that the guitarist and vocalist for the band is actually Happy Harry's father. I found that very interesting, as I enjoy his work as well.

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Name is changed...
I need something new to say. Alright here's an idea, I go back through my post log, find something witty I've already said and post that instead? Do we have a winner?

fifty posts is more than enough. I want to know. What people think of my new song. I want to make it into a mystery of sorts. But with the focus being on irony. a psychological drama in the steep sleep ot the mind, slippery. Have you ever felt like you were having a bad day? And so you took off you pants and sooner than you can say fetralakanixolrooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaee eeeeeehlydralmonpanzorawooquinceptisor uasisicholgodognorwedgiemonicle you realize that it will make everything better.
But enough about you, let's talk about me. I am a lonely robot. Okay that's all I have to say about me what can we say about you? Don't think that judt becuase I'm making a new post I don't want my diary back. Give it, or I will eat your face. It is but a semblance of substance, if not written in an oranized fashion it will crash of course... but it is too late for that. What's next on the agenda? Hay, get back you mother trucker! Don't crowd me, get the fuck off my dick! My name is Error Chandel, but I digress. I think that explains everything I guess. Marginally intriguing. The culture vulture strikes agian, strikes a match, strikes a child, strikes out, strikes a pose, srips for those... least deserving. It makes me sick to think I was having sex with a woman who was fucking an alligator. I gsuppose this leaves me no choise, I must kill the alligator. I'm... alone... they're all gone. All alone... finally, it's queit now.

"finish him!" *POWZERS!* "FATALITY!!!"

What would you do if you had the popes hat? nothing. Fair enough. They're driving me out of my tiny little mind. Scientifically a tomato is a fruit, but legally it is a vegetable. Did you laugh? That would be a bad sign if you did. Just saying. Prepare the fortified sarcastic assault. This one is goign to last for days and days. Wait, how can an assault also be fortified... unless... am not a very good scientist. Regardless we have them under siege and I could wait forever. I'm eating a banana, all the while He would disconnect her eyeballs and they would float around stalk her. Yes, her own eyeballs would stalk herself. In the name of Plok, who will stop me? Sleeping on the floor does have it's drawbacks. If you people want to eat up the planets resources and pack yourselves in little boxes one other little boxes than go right ahead. People never notice me. But if they do, they'll be sure to make fun of my stupid hat and my silly poncho. I wonder what I'll be doing today? Probably working with a shredder, what else can I do. Yes I'd like to re-imagine reality. I am good at everything, but I'm the best at nothing.

That was 'bout as funny as stink on a chicken.

I play guitar. I'm not a physicist... but possibly a viking. Why must seek out a future of loneliness and isolation. I'm driven towards it. Like a moth to the flame... more like the lame. I'm kind of bored.... I HAVE NOTHING TO DO! I AM YELLING!!!! Today I will take over the present... tomorrow I will take... THE FUTURE! Yelling is stupid.

I'm the Darth Vader of the administration.

Tempting madness is not the best way to start the day. So... I'm not really all that creepy. but... I try so hard to be. I live in a sketchy basement. I have a unsettling offworldly stare and say awkward things at awkward times. Turns out that it's not enough. Gonna realize this sooner or later, when I actually start making music for serious I should just go by the name Tzandl. My grandmother on my fathers maiden name, which my last name, Chandel is based off of. I think I'm going insane for reals this time. Maybe this means I'm almost ready to be a rock star. I just took a shower, and it only flooded my room by this much! The wind blew away all my internets. By bike... should take me about fifteen to twenty minutes to get from here to there. "prettah shittah weathah out tharr fohr bikin'." "Yes, it is indeed." And it was. Around that point I was hassled by a pack of street toughs! but after that at the library, at the sign up sheet I saw the name "tom" so I wrote the word "foolery" after it. As the size of an explosion increases the number of social situations it is incapable of solving decreases... ...And I'm being told that that would be wrong. Or maybe I have another solution, steal a kiss than disappear.

My life is a lie... but I'm fine with that.

You may not believe it now, but eventually you'll realize that these are the good old days. I'm constructing a vast network of... emptiness. I've been feeling so strange lately. Feels like I'm wearing a hat... but I'm not. Weird stuff my friends, weird... stuff... yeah... maybe I have a some sort of brain tumor. Yup, probably a brain tumor. It could happen. AAAAAH!!! My faces... THEY'VE BLINDED MY FACES! I love you. I HATE YOU!!! I can't afford a car because every month something on my computer breaks and than I need to replace it. Can you guess if I'm a genius or an idiot? Me and Schopenhauer are cool now. But I'm still mad at Machiavelli. For the record I have no beef real with Kierkegaard, sure we don't always get along... but that's mostly my fault. Step back momofuku, you don't know me like that!!! Okay? Okay... so I was talking to Morpheus and it turns out the red pill is Rohypnal and the blue pill is Viagra. It all makes sense now!!! BY GOLLY HE'S GOT IT!

Thanks, Capitalism!

What did you expect me to make a weird post that made little to no sense just because I could! I can't do that every day people!!! Or could I? So when I'm not on the interent I think of all these interesting things I should look up when I'm actually using a computer... but than when I get the chance I have no idea what I wanted to look into. and than I actually feel even less social than normal. If my computer can't work, neither can I. I get sea sick, I can't swim, I'm afraid of boats... I'm in, when do we set sail? I got to make a Buddha referance today. Yay! The iPad is a weapon of mass distraction. Despite trying to make a defense, I seem to have offended some people. That is okay, for the best defense is a good offense. Stay true to yourself... unless you hate yourself, than go ahead and live a lie.

I am the pyrotechnic intellectual.

Can I be in your movie? it might be easier just to message the right people in the first place. Cut out the middle man, get to the meat of the problem, be a doctor not a bricklayer. I cant make heads or tails out of this place 'cuase the clocks are wrong. I don't know when I am, where I am or why I am. Such is our lot in life I suppose. A man once said this to me, "I was leaving when you were arriving. I saw you walking down the street smiling madly at nothing." That was about the time I had the idea to combine a major chord, miner chord, power chord and suspended chord to create a wreck chord. Any suggestions are welcome. I need a button I can press that will just automatically ignore... everything. I am bored because I know there are other people out there having fun. Have you been paying any attention at all? Better have, because all this, *gestures to chalk board* it will be on the test.

Fame kills.

So what... you say life has become boring! You say there is no more action, no more adventure... nothing left to fight for? Well I'm sorry to say but you chose this path. You know why you're boring. Yeah... that's right. Pacifism will do that to you kid. don't want to see forum postslike " I am reading a book about carnivals!", "I'm enjoying this spring weather!" or "I got a lobotomy today." Actually that last one would be pretty cool. I make a dick joke on some random forum(SocialitesRUs, Free The Whales, Vegan Daze) and people are like, "What!" But if I make a dick joke on the Newgrounds forums I'm a god damned hero! People were complaining that if someone tried to divide by zero, their head would explode. But that's just not true. Their heads were imploding, not exploding... but it was all the same to them. I made a stand. Spoke my mind. Said, "How's this for a replacement swear word, FUCK YOU!" than I ran away like a little bitch. You can't get in trouble if they can't catch you.

I just got hit by a werebear stare.

The thing about insanity is that it's big enough for the both of us. If staring at the sun isn't a good enough idea on it's own. Make sure you do it while driving. I see what your problem is... you see, Cyborgs don't care if they're on fire. I traveled back in time. Found myself reliving my past, but I was unable to change a damn thing. Turns out time is consistent, we're unable to change what has alreadey been done. Never travel back in time, all you'll ever do is feel hopeless and alone. I was injured in a bare knuckle kick boxing fight. Did I scare you all away?
When I ask a question I expect an answer! Unless it's a hypothetical question. But this question was not a hypothetical question. You may have thought I was making a joke, but no... it's a serious question and I want a serious answer! Nevermind your feeble mind wouldn't even be able to begin to conceive an answer for ...my brilliant question!

Smash your computer and go on adventure.

Meanwhile, beyond science in a realm that is not quite yet fantasy. They say, "there are no girls on the internet." but that is just not true. On the other hand, there are no Amish on the internet. It's a fact. look it up on Google. Sleep is for the week. Wait, you're sleeping for a week? Yup. So you've come to ruin my fun I see. Well two can play at that game! I go outside and I see philosophical zombies everywhere. Hordes of them roaming the land destroying everything I know and love. This is the zombie apocolypse we've been talking about for years.

Zombie Apocolypse? I can almost taste victory, and it tastes like BRRAAAHHNZ!!!

This part takes place in a setting far different than anything you've ever known, maybe on earth, maybe in the future... maybe in a cyber dungeon quest. So you thought I had something to say. Thought I had something to stand for... Well, sorry to disappoint. My favorite pass-times include playing guitar, visiting newgrounds and staying out of peoples way. If people don't like what I have to say, than I'm content. If I look back at my life and I've made a thousand enemies but found a handful of truly great friends... than that is the best kind of success.

What if that actually meant something That would be so cool!