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5Dec 07
Well, I'm afraid I'm leaving Gamespot, and this will be my last blog post ever. It's been a tough decision to make, but I feel as though it's necessary. I'm hardly alone, yet many people still don't understand the need for people to go. As much as I would love to ignore what's happened and stay here, it's simply the wrong thing thing to do morally. Staying here is doing them a favour, regardless if you're a subscriber or simply just being on their sites and watching their ads - it all helps them.
Really, they don't deserve it.
So, I'm gone; my being here would be as if to say I don't care what they did, and I do. I'm sorry if you don't understand this, but I'd never feel okay with staying.
It's especially upsetting as Gamespot used to be such a fantastic site. I had nothing but respect for Gamespot and all its crew, but Gamespot has since changed, and regardless of whether or not it bothers you enough to leave, you can't deny it's true.
Anyway, enough about that; what I really want to say is how much I'll miss a lot of you.
I have thoroughly enjoyed my Gamespot experience, even though it had to end this way. Posting these blogs was a lot of fun for me, and it really made it worthwhile with your comments and support. There's no denying that these forums are great, and while we all know they're full of idiots, the intelligent and often hilarious people here make it worth it. Meeting you was an absolute pleasure, and I wish you all the best with your future lives - you've been great friends.
If you ever wish to contact me - and please, feel free - haokuaileyun@hotmail.com is the address.
I honestly will miss this page, and I want to thank you all for coming here.
- Happy_Cloud
- Posted Dec 5, 2007 12:40 am PT
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30Nov 07
If these rumours about Jeff Gerstmann being fired for giving his honest opinion on a game are true, it is the duty of everyone who takes games even slightly seriously to leave this site. I'd love for the rumours to be false, but it sure isn't looking that way, which is a dreadful shame.Because really, this would mean a complete loss of the site's credibility, and already people have lost respect for Gamespot. One can't help wonder if this is an isolated case. It sickens me to think that any of the reviews I have been reading, and have been assuming to be reasoned and honest evaluations of a game have, in fact, been the result of bribery.
It's sad that such a great site has been (or might have been) reduced to something this low, and it's not fair that we can no longer read a review without wondering whether it really should be taken seriously. I remember that whenever Greg Kasavin gave a game a good review, I believed him completely, and often ended up buying the game in question.
I was never disappointed.
So I desperately hope that these allegations are simply not true, because I have really enjoyed being part of this community. But if it is true, I'm afraid I can no longer endorse a site that has become corrupt, and neither should anyone here. I think Gamespot owes us an explanation on this, as many people are already leaving, perhaps for nothing.
- Posted Nov 30, 2007 12:18 am PT
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24Nov 07
It been a long time since I've been on this site, and as a result, I'm terrified nobody will know who I am. Should you remember who I am, you may/may not be pleased to know I'll be posting a lot more regularly for the foreseeable future. For those who have forgotten me...have a cookie.
Aren't I nice? (First impressions are essential).
Anyway, since you last saw me (well, since you last read me) I have gotten disgracefully drunk, and in my intoxicated state, I elected to write a wee story.
This has happened before, and most of you who read it enjoyed it, so here's my latest (I had to correct a lot of spelling mistakes and such, but it's otherwise been left intact):
When Billy woke up that day, he knew the cogs of fate had been set in motion. He didn't dare tell anyone, for fear of being given a slap, but Billy knew that on that day, the very foundations of the Earth would be tested to its limits.
It began as an ordinary enough day - there were no flying pigs, no exploding penguins nor any chazzbingles - yet Billy remained aware and alert.
It was when Billy arrived at school when things began to get a little funky. He sat down at his familiar desk with his classmates as the teacher addressed the class.
"Hello students," she said. "Today we have a new student."
Suddenly, the teacher exploded, and in her place was a potato, flying in mid air. "Hello friends. I am Potato," it said. The children may have screamed, but they didn't, choosing to laugh instead.
And slowly but surely, they each turned into hovering fruits themselves, until the whole classroom was shot up into the air by volcanic activity, coming to rest on the moon, where they populated it with fruit babies.
And so it was, that the moon became ruled by fruit babies.
- Posted Nov 24, 2007 8:45 pm PT
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5Oct 07
Golly.
It's been awhile since I made one of these. Forgotten me yet? I'm more than a little ashamed, especially as I don't really have an excuse; I've been busier. So what have I been doing? Not much really. I've been playing a lot of Sin and Punishment; its hard mode is extremely difficult, and I'm determined to beat it.
I have been browsing the forums a bit, but not doing much posting. Gamespot always seems to be especially slow for me, so that puts me off coming here a bit.
By now you've probably guessed this blog isn't going anywhere. To tell you the truth, I just thought I really needed to post something.
Speaking of things that are redundant, I've always thought the letter C was rather pointless. It either has the sound of an S or a K, so why not simply use those letters? I guess there is the Ch sound, but that could easily be replaced by a Kh sound. "khokolate" might look a little weird now, but I could get used to it. If anything, getting rid of the letter C would save confusion; nobody would be unsure of what sound the letter is trying to convey.
...yeah, so, sorry I've not been very active here lately...and...down with C!
- Posted Oct 5, 2007 12:17 am PT
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9Sep 07
I saw the moon,
I sang him a little tune.
He gave me a balloon.
What a caring, loving moon.
I asked the moon,
"what will become of me this June?"He said, "you're a buffoon!"
"I am not the real moon!"
- Posted Sep 9, 2007 11:52 pm PT
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24Aug 07
It's coming...did you know that?
It's coming for you.Don't worry, you'll really be fine.
If you like Indigo, you'll really be fine.
It loves you...did you know that?
It really does love you.
Its hand is indigo.
It's the very deepest of indigo
And it loves you.
It really does love you.
It's going to come for you.
It's going to come and stroke your face.
It's loves you, and it's going to stroke your face.
It's going to stroke you with its indigo hand.Don't worry, you'll really be fine.
If you like indigo, you'll really be fine.Its hand is the deepest of indigo.
And you love indigo.
Oh yes,You love indigo.
- Posted Aug 24, 2007 11:31 pm PT
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23Aug 07
There's always been something that has bothered me. I'm not talking about when people say "bet" as a past participle of "beat", I'm talking about the question: "What's your type?"
There are many ways to ask this question; I hate it in all of its forms. What are you supposed to say? "Well, I like tall/short/not too tall/not too short/my size/taller than me/shorter than me brunettes/blonds/red-heads, preferably Caucasian/Asian/black"?
It's sickeningly shallow.Even answers that pertain to have a certain depth that describe a person with ideal qualities that would suit them are superficial. I can't stand categorising of people, and in my opinion, a person's perfect match is simply found (or not found) and people shouldn't go out looking anything in particular.
No, I'm not saying I believe in soulmates (because I really don't) but is somebody's ideal partner so easily definable. Nu-uh! True love can't be defined.
So don't judge or choose a person based on what they seem to be. Get to know them if you like them, and then make an informed decision.
Try before you buy people!
- Posted Aug 23, 2007 11:22 pm PT
- Category: Rant
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17Aug 07
I like the letter H. With H we can make words like hat, house and haemoglobin. If it weren't for H, I'd simply be Appy Cloud.
Yes, H is without doubt a fine letter. But H is not being given the respect it deserves. For example, words like sugar are hijacking H's sweet sound, without giving it proper recognition. It's not pronounced "soo-gar" so why not spell it as shugar?
The worst offenders are the French and the British. All too frequently they ignore the sound of H even though it's present!
"'ello luv!" an Engligh woman might say.French words like habite are pronounced as if there simply wasn't an H there at all.
...'orrible...ah, I mean it's horrible!
I implore you all, give H the respect it deserves, because if you don't, it might leave, and our language and others will suffer for it.- Posted Aug 17, 2007 8:05 pm PT
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15Aug 07
When you think about it, greetings are completely unnecessary. It's not like when people meet, they don't realise they're doing so. It's like saying "It's you, and we are about to have a conversation."
I mean really, what's the point?
- Posted Aug 15, 2007 10:40 pm PT
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12Aug 07
I have a lady in my tummy. Her name is Candis Chatterley. I don't like her very much; she makes me do awful things. When Candis is happy, I am happy and I do nice things. Candis likes berries, so when she's happy I eat berries, and eating berries makes her happy. I like it when she's happy, and I don't mind eating lots of berries to keep her that way. Her favourite berry is a gooseberry, but I call them kiwifruit. I think they're just called kiwis in America. Candis likes them to be called gooseberries though. She says it like "goozbrees". When I don't call them "goozbrees" she gets mad. When Candis is mad, I really don't like it. That's when she makes me do awful things.People get hurt.
So, I try my very best to keep her happy. I eat berries, and I say "goozbrees" as much as I can. It's not always enough though. Sometimes she just wants trouble.
Now she can't make me do anything anymore. I'm safe; the nice men keep me that way. I've even got a nice coat now, and a spongy room. And the best part is, I don't have to eat berries anymore.
...but Candis doesn't like that.
She can't make me hurt people anymore, but she hurts me. She's always mad now; the nice men wonder where all the bruises come from. Sometimes, she leaves, and goes exploring. She likes to cause trouble. Once I woke up, and my coat was gone. The nice men didn't like that at all. I got in trouble. They don't know what happened to the coat either.
I do.You know, wh -
GOOZBREES!
GOOZBREES!!- Posted Aug 12, 2007 10:46 pm PT
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9Aug 07
Bananas - Unite!Peel banana, peel, peel banana!
Peel banana, peel, peel banana!
Mash banana, mash, mash banana!
Mash banana, mash, mash banana!
Eat banana, eat, eat banana!
Eat banana, eat, eat banana!
Go banana, go, go banana!
Go banana, go, go banana!
Peach!Peach?
Peach on the beach - screech for peach!
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Fight banana, fight, fight, banana!
Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go! Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!
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Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go! BANANAS HAVE AP-PEEL Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!Peel,Mash,Eat,Go!PEACH!
BANANA!
BAAAAA!
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...apple?
- Posted Aug 9, 2007 11:25 pm PT
- Category: Writing
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4Aug 07
Last night I had a little too much to drink. Well, much too much really. Don't worry, I wasn't out in the streets singing loudly and disturbing innocent citizens (well, not for long anyway), I was safely inside. I decided to right a story, an activity not in itself unusual, but the end result was.
I've since edited it to add actual punctuation, and to fix a plethora of spelling mistakes...oh yeah, and I've removed a few vulgarities, but the bizarre, drunken mess is mostly intact:
There once was a turtle named Timmy. He had a friend called Jimmy, and another friend called Blimmy - an unusual name, even for a Turtle. So Timmy was walking along one day, and he decided to walk in a forest. As chance would have it, this was the magical forest of the pixies. These pixies were very naughty, and all could've done with some smacks on the bottom. They didn't like Timmy walking in their forest, so they started to make mischief. One pixie threw a giant boxing glove at Timmy, but it bounced of his shell and hit Australia instead, killing millions, but that's not the focus of the story. Timmy was an orange turtle by the way. Another pixie flew in front of Timmy, and sang a song about how much he hated turtles. Timmy wasn't impressed, but he ignored the rude little pixie. Then the pixie queen had had enough, so she summoned up all her strength, sacrificing her pixie underlings for additional power, and opened up a rift in space, sucking Timmy into another realm. This realms was not nice at all, in fact, it was really, really cold - much colder than all the world's freezers combined. Timmy froze to death and died, but he woke up as it was really all a dream. Actually, Timmy's whole life was a dream, but it was not his dream. No, it was the dream of a pink lemon living in another dimension....I'm never drinking again.
- Posted Aug 4, 2007 2:59 am PT
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29Jul 07
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77thrhwf9w0q=====the spanner you shall never own pp1992ppppP.- Posted Jul 29, 2007 11:12 pm PT
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28Jul 07
Sometimes when I am walking, I see people walking too. Where are they walking to?
- Posted Jul 28, 2007 1:33 am PT
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18Jul 07
Chapter Four
Molly had never felt more out of place. She knew she had a battle to fight, yet she had no idea how. Mister Giggles soared through the air, shooting golden apples from his mouth. She watched in awe as they made contact with the enemy and exploded with blinding white light. And of course, Molly saw the creatures from The Dark Side, and she felt more fear than she ever thought she could have. With malicious grins and malevolent eyes they battled, swinging giant scythes and axes effortlessly. With horror, Molly saw a vulture-like monster cleave a smiling orange hippopotamus in two.
"Molly, where aren't you fighting?" asked Mister Giggles, sounding remarkably patient given the circumstances.
"I...I don't know how!" Molly shamefully confessed.
"Molly, you're in The Bright Side! Here, your happy thoughts can take physical shape!"
Mister Giggles' revelation empowered Molly. If happy thoughts were the ammunition she needed, she had plenty. Molly turned her thoughts to her friends at school; to Jessica's delighted face upon receiving her gift. She turned her thoughts to her house; to her loving parents, smiling down at her. Molly thought of beaches, Christmas, candy, peaches and many more lovely and exquisite things. A strange tingling sensation erupted within Molly, and without thinking, she raised her hands in the air, launching thousands of warm blueberry muffins into the air. They went flying in every direction, swarming towards her adversaries. Screams echoed throughout The Glass as the muffins met their targets and foul creatures fell limply from the sky.The battle raged on for several more hours. Molly was a fantastic asset to The Bright Side, but the enemy was not to be underestimated. Whenever one black creature died, another took its place. Beings both happy and cruel met their violent and ridiculous deaths. Molly and Mister Giggles fought gallantly together as a team, and slowly but surely, they began to gain the upper hand.
"Mister Giggles, we're winning!" shouted Molly with glee.
"Yes," said Mister Giggles. "But we have yet to face our most powerful foe."As if on cue, maniacal laughter began to resonate through The Glass. It was an awful and fiendish sound, and Molly wanted nothing more than to silence it.
Mister Cackles had arrived.
He swooped down from the depths of The Dark Side on skeletal wings. Long pieces of rotten flesh hung from his bones, and Molly was certain she would pass out from the intense stench. His mane was not friendly and muticoloured hair; his hair was raging flames.
"GIGGLES!" he shrieked. "YOU WERE FOOLISH TO THINK THIS MERE HUMAN COULD DESTROY US! TONIGHT, I WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH, AND HAPPINESS WILL BE ENVELOPED IN DARKNESS FOREVER!""This is it Molly," whispered Mister Giggles. "Are you ready?"
"Indubitably!" replied Molly with a sly smile.The moment was sharply interrupted as Mister Cackles sent a barrage of fireballs their way. Molly raised her hands and summoned a giant apple pie to block the assault. Mister Giggles dodged the resulting explosion, and shot ten golden apples rapidly at Mister Cackles. The evil horse effortlessly swooped to the side and dodged each one of them. Mister Giggles fired more apples, which Mister Cackles answered with more fireballs, but no attacks found their marks.
"SHARP THINGS!" Mister Cackles screamed with delight, as he sent a vicious array of swords and spears towards Mister Giggles. Mister Giggles dived out of the way, but a rusty, curved sword caught his wing. Mister Giggles sharply exhaled, and Molly knew he couldn't last much longer, and was suddenly aware he was panting heavily. He had been fighting for hours, which Molly thought was unfair, as Mister Cackles had just started. Molly could hardly hear anything over Mister Cackles' insane laughter and obscenities; he was far stronger - and far meaner - than she could have imagined. But Molly was the Savior of Happiness, and the day belonged not to evil.
Summoning up the last of her strength, Molly thought of the happiest thoughts imaginable, and in a bright flash, a giant canary materialised.
Mister Cackles' laughter turned to screams, as the colossal yellow bird descended upon him, pecking holes in his bones. It ripped off his wings, and Mister Cackles plummeted to the bottom of The Glass, smashing into thousands of pieces. The great canary flew up into The Dark Side, and exploded in an incandescent blast of peace, banishing the darkness.
The Dark Side was no more.
"Molly, you did it!" cried Mister Giggles. "You've saved us all!"
The Glass was filled with the sounds of celebration and cheering. Molly had indeed done it, and she had never been more proud.The party went on for days. The Glass was now full, and full of happiness at that! Time became irrelevant, as the night had been vanquished and only joy mattered. It rained, and the beings of The Bright Side feasted on strawberries and chocolate.
Suddenly, Molly heard a loud sound. It was vaguely familiar, and sounded like some harsh, digital warning. Molly soon realised she was hearing her own alarm clock.
Everything slowly faded away.Chapter Five
Molly woke up, and found herself back in her own room. The whole thing has been a dream. It was still dark, and Molly remembered she had set her alarm early so she could bake muffins for Jessica's birthday. She sat up with a sigh, wishing fiercely that the dream was a reality. Molly fumbled for the light switch, and found it, illuminating the room. As Molly slowly slipped out of bed she saw the basket she had made the previous night. She had stayed up far past her bedtime slaving over it, and for what? Would Jessica even care? Molly had experienced enough of her miserable life to know the answer - No, nobody cared at all. Molly always endeavoured to be sweet and loveable, desperate to be loved herself, but this only pushed people away. Baking muffins for her peers was not a rare occurrence, and even though the muffins never earned her any friends, she still persevered.
Making her way down the stairs, Molly arrived at the kitchen, tears running freely down her cheeks. Would her newest batch of baked goods changed things? Would she cease to be the girl who waited by the phone in the weekends, desperate for it to ring? She walked over the bench, and found her mother's largest knife.
"No," she told her ghostly reflection in the blade. "Nothing will change at all."She sat down with the knife in her hand, staring at her own pathetic face. Would she have the courage to use it this time? Again, Molly knew the answer.
Molly sighed, and put the knife down. She wiped away her tears, and started to prepare the muffins.- Posted Jul 18, 2007 1:02 am PT
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18Jul 07
Chapter One
Molly regarded the basket with quiet appreciation. She had made it herself, as well as the warm blueberry muffins it contained. It was a gift for Jessica, a friend of hers who was celebrating her thirteenth birthday. Molly couldn't wait to see the look on Jessica's face; she loved seeing her generosity reflected in her peers' glistening eyes. She was a firm believer that happiness was contagious, and it was a virus she was all too eager to spread. Molly always thought about everybody's feelings, not simply the person in question. She was sure Jessica would share her birthday bounty, yet she didn't want her to feel pressured to do so, and there certainly weren't enough muffins for the whole cla$$Even though Molly knew that everybody had a birthday each year, she still felt that if she didn't give her other cla$$mates something, they would feel left out, and perhaps even disappointed. It was for this reason that Molly brought a little something for everyone else in the cla$$ At first, she was worried that it would offend Jessica - the person of whom the birthday belonged to - but she eventually settled on the thought that a birthday is a joyous occasion, and that the joy should always be shared. With a smile, she slipped on her schoolbag, gingerly picked up her muffin basket, as well as a brown paper bag that was full of sweeties. Everybody was sure to be content.
As Molly blissfully strolled along the footpath to school, she thought she would burst from the anticipation. Although she was enjoying the journey - birds were chirping and the sun was shining - she hated moments in which she was not making others happy. Molly even thought she was being a little selfish for doing something for herself, as the walk would surely benefit her fitness. So Molly quickened her pace to a fast skip that was fast enough to speed up her journey, but not too fast to cause her muffins to topple out of the basket. She would be at school in no time; every passing second brought her closer to making Jessica's birthday a happy one indeed. Suddenly, a muticoloured flash caught her eye. She stopped abruptly, unsettling the muffins, although none fell out. It was a blade of grass that caught her attention, although it was not like any other blade of grass she had ever seen. It was much longer than the others and when she touched it, it felt smooth and inviting, and she almost thought she heard it giggle. It began with a red base, which gradually turned to orange as it went up, then to yellow, then green, then blue, then indigo and finally it ended in a dazzling violet tip.
It was truly a rare find, and Molly was delighted. Then, an idea struck her. Wouldn't it make a fine gift? Jessica would surely adore such a gorgeous and unique piece of nature. On the other hand, she would never find another like it, and if she gave it to Jessica, how would the others feel? She couldn't possibly find another one to give to someone else when it would be their birthday, and besides, she had already baked Jessica some muffins. If she gave both the muffins and the special blade of grass to Jessica, she would never be able to match such a gift when it was time to give another. Molly considered simply leaving the blade of grass, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing something so special, even though somebody else could experience the joy. Just when Molly was about to cry from her uncertainty, the solution hit her. She would give it to her dear mother, who would cherish it for as long as it lived, and would keep it in a little vase on the window sill. But how would Molly get it to her? If she picked it now and went back home, she would be late for school, and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened. Her only choice was to leave it be, and to retrieve it after school. As she so often did, Molly thought of the bright side. If her mother had had a tough day, she would be in for a treat when she returned, and would be instantly cheered up.Just as she turned her back to leave, she heard a voice cry out behind her.
"Wait, please don't go!" implored the stranger.
Molly spun around, sending her muffins flying.
"Who's there?" said Molly, her voice barely hiding her apprehension. There was no reply, and there was nobody in sight. Molly dismissed the event as a result of little sleep the previous night; she had stayed up late to make the basket, and had gotten up early to bake the muffins. She now noticed that the muffins she had so lovingly labored over now lay scattered across the grass. They were ruined. A tear slowly ran its way down Molly's face, but before it reached the end of her chin, the muticoloured blade of grass, floated down in front of her face, and settled silently on the ground before her. How had it gotten there? Molly turned around and almost had a heart attack. Standing behind her was a great white monster. She fell over and backed away on all fours, but when she got a little further away, she realized that what she saw was not a monster, but a beautiful white horse.
It spread its teeth out in an innocent grin; it had a mouth that had seen many smiles. Its pristine white wings rippled in a warm, gentle breeze. It was a proud stallion, and its brilliant mane shone with all the colours of the rainbow. What she had thought was a special blade of grass was really one of its hairs.
"Greetings my child," the horse said. "My name if Mister Giggles and I have come far and journeyed long to find you. I am from a land called The Bright Side, and we need your help Molly."
Molly was incredulous, but although most people would not have believed what was happening, the events somehow rang true with Molly. Hadn't she always known she was destined for great things? Didn't she always consider herself to be happiness's savior? As she looked at Mister Giggles, she saw the apotheosis of happiness, and she knew that her path was very clear.
"I would be delighted to be of service," said Molly proudly. "What would you have me do?"
"We're at war Molly," said Mister Giggles, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but you're the only one who can save us."
"How do you know? Is that what your prophecies say?" asked Molly excitedly.
"No, it's just an inkling of mine, but don't worry, I'm rather psychic."Chapter Two
It was the greatest moment of her life. Molly felt for the first time that she was truly serving out her purpose.
"So tell me about The Bright Side Mister Giggles," said Molly as she rode on his back through strange and mysterious realms. He was taking her to The Bright Side, and it truly was a wonderful destination to travel to. Colours she had never seen flashed before her eyes, scents she was never smelled danced in her nostrils, and songs she had never heard rang in her eyes. It was all lovely of course.
"Oh Molly, it's a magical place. There, everyone is blissful, and not a tear is shed. When it rains, it rains strawberries, chocolate grows on every flower, and it's the sweetest, most delicious chocolate imaginable."
"But, if you eat all this chocolate, won't your teeth rot?" Molly interjected.
"Oh, a tooth cannot decay in The Bright Side," said Mister Giggles, not unkindly, but as if she was silly to have ever thought otherwise. "The Bright Side is the origin of every nice thought, every kind gesture and every compliment," said Mister Giggles. "But things are not as simple as they used to be Molly, for we are at war...with The Dark Side," Molly's heart sank at these words. "It is an awful place! There, everyone is mean, and not a smile is to be seen! When it rains there, it rains vinegar, and the chocolate that grows on their flowers tastes bitter. The Dark Side is the origin of every nasty thought, every cruel prank and every insult."
"So, where are these places?"
"Our worlds are joined Molly, in a place we call The Glass. We have always thought of it being half-full, but the foul beings of The Dark Side insist that it is half empty. We live on the bottom half, filling it up with happiness, while the evil creatures of The Dark Side reside on the top, creating an empty void of cruelty. In The Bright Side, it is always day, but in The Dark Side, there is only black."
Molly pondered this information for a second, and then said, "Then, shouldn't it be called The Bright Half?"
Mister Giggles was silent for a few seconds, and then he laughed. The sound reminded Molly strongly of Honey.
"Yes, Molly, you're absolutely right!" he said. "You'll surely save us all!"This was quite a burden for Molly to bear; already she felt its weight. However, Molly was confident she would not let Mister Giggles down.
"There's something else," Mister Giggles began solemnly. "I have a brother...and he is the ruler of The Dark Side. His name is Mister Cackles, and he is sinister and twisted to the very core." These words didn't suit such a compassionate creature as Mister Giggles, and Molly could feel him shivering. Molly vowed silently that she would destroy Mister Cackles, and rid the world of nastiness. It was, after all, her destiny.
Chapter Three
The long voyage with Mister Giggles was an amazing experience. It lasted but a few minutes, but in that time she saw countless wonders beyond her most creative dreams, and traveled distances longer than any human could ever fanaticise about.
"How fast are we going?" asked Molly.
"The speed of joy of course!"
"How fast is that?"
"Hmm, it's about seven thousand billion times faster than the speed of light."
"But that's impossible!"
"Why Molly, you of all people should know that nothing is impossible if love is in your heart!"
He was right.
After a few more minutes of charming companionable silence, Mister Giggles informed Molly that they were nearing their destination. Up until that point, Molly had been confident, but now that the fated battle drew near, she was less sure of herself. How could she possibly save a land she had never heard of from a foe she had never seen? Mister Giggles seemed to hear what Molly was thinking, and said, "Don't worry Molly, I know you'll do just fine."
"You really believe in me?" asked Molly, hope beginning to creep back into her voice.
"Indubitably!" said Mister Giggles emphatically.
In the distance, Molly started to see a large object take shape.
"There it is," said Mister Giggles. "That's The Glass."
Molly didn't think that when Mister Giggles described his world as a glass, he meant it was an actual glass, but it was. The bottom half of it was a glorious sight to behold. It danced with bright, complimenting colours, and it seemed to implore Molly to dive in. Inside, she could see strange and bizarre creatures that all, without exception, smiled and waved at her. Her brain could hardly comprehend what she was seeing. There were so many peculiar things that made to sense to Molly. What seemed to be trees floated in the air, but they looked more like fluffy kittens than any tree Molly had ever seen. Molly saw multicolored cabbages deep in conversation; she saw two pink shoes engaged in a game of scrabble and a plethora of other comical, albeit inviting sights. It all made no sense, but it was grand, and she wanted nothing more than to be a part of it. Then, Molly turned her eyes upwards and saw The Dark Side for the first time. Compared to The Bright Side, there was really very little to see; swirling darkness was all the dark side had to offer. Where the two halves joined, Molly saw chaos; all she could see was a violentseries of explosions.
"Oh no!" Molly yelled. "The battle has started already, we're too late!"
"Yes, it's been going on how centuries."
"Oh...then how do we get there?" said Molly, now sounding very confused indeed.
"There's only one way in child - down through The Dark Side."
Molly tightened her grip on Mister Giggles, and for the first time in her life, she was afraid. The magical horse shot up into the sky, did seven somersaults, and dived down into The Glass. Molly held on for dear life as everything went black. Her face was buffeted by icy cold winds, her ears were assaulted with ghastly cries and her nose filled up with the smells of foul things she had no wish to ever smell again. Suddenly, they emerged from The Dark Side, and into pandemonium. Although she was now in The Bright Side, she had no time to enjoy the wonderful land she had entered. The battle was all around her. She had work to do.- Posted Jul 18, 2007 12:59 am PT
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15Jul 07
You may have guessed from the title that I am now back (mission accomplished). If you were expecting an actual blog at this moment in time, I'm afraid to say you'll be sorely disappointed.
But fear not...for The Savior of Happiness is coming!
Yeah, so in the next couple of days I'll post the story I've written, and while I do believe in being modest...the story is damn good.
It's around 3000 words, so would you like it all at once, or shall I break it up for 'ya?
- Posted Jul 15, 2007 1:57 am PT
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1Jul 07
I feel as though I should tell you I'm going to be away for the next two weeks. Perhaps it's because I'm really a spy and I'm on a secret mission. Yes, I'll go with that explanation.
Anyway, bye!
- Posted Jul 1, 2007 3:15 am PT
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28Jun 07
Die-hard Happy_Cloud fans will remember that awhile back I was a finalist in Gamespot's Developer for a Day 5 competition. Well, aside from that sexy light-bulb emblem, this means I get money!
It's taken a little while for the prizes to be sort out, but now it's been done. As I live in New Zealand, I thought it would be easier for everyone if the money wasn't sent to me, but converted into a subscription to Gamespot Total Access instead. Gamespot agreed, so now I am subscribed.
While I realise that the benefits of being a Total subscriber aren't incredibly enormous, it does mean my name can look prettier on the forums, and I can make my own board - which I plan on doing eventually.
You better come visit!
- Posted Jun 28, 2007 12:12 am PT
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24Jun 07
Here's something a little more dark and macabre than I tend to write:Lady Masochist
On broken legs, she walks through shards of glass.
She feels only pain, she sees only red.
Agony is all that can assuage her sorrow.
Her wretched knife, her closest friend.
Love's cherished widow, lost in crimson seas.
Crestfallen, abandoned.
And on a blood-stained moon she weeps.
Transcending time, alone.- Posted Jun 24, 2007 1:12 am PT
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