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Looking through the “Ghost Killer Daydreaming Paper” I have noticed that Nintendo have constructed and opened a new gaming school for anyone who wants to learn how to be the ultimate gamer. Oh yeah and also Pizza Hut are having 2 for 1 deal. Cool! Anyway. I must focus. I have decided to explore this school and see what lurks on beneath the big building’s exterior. (My God that sounds rubbish.) Anyway hope you enjoy.
Manoeuvring my way through the endless jamble of brightly coloured cars in the carpark I try to find a parking place. Ten minutes later and I realise there’s another car park for overflows. I shout and scream and end up bashing someones car that has a cuddly Pikachu toy stuck to the back window. Driving off I laugh.
Approaching the front door with caution I notice a sign reading “People who are extremely smart are welcome and even those who are as thick as Pikmin.” Phew. I almost worried that I wouldn’t make it in. I proceed to the front desk and ask if I can join a class. None other than Miyamoto dressed in a Mario costume looked up to greet me and ask what type of gamer I was.”I am the mature type” I reply. He looked up at me with eyes burning red. “Uh oh! I Mean I’m the type who loves Pokemon and Pikmin etc…” I say quickly. His eyes suddenly retuened to normal and he handed me my timetable. He smiled at me and muttered under his breath “he won’t get far.”
Lesson one was called “Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo” apparently. I entered the room and found several other people huddled around a man in a red shirt and blue jacket. No it wasn’t Mario but someone who looked like he got the wrong idea when told to get a plain shirt and suit for a “men in black” role. I walked over and pulled up a chair. I sat down quietly and waited. The man then took a person into a small room one by one while repeatedly whispering something in their ear. It was my turn and I walked into the room nervously. What would await me? Pain. Torture? Actually it was neither but a series of pictures consisting of the PS2 and X Box dressed in pink dresses and wearing signs like “Kick me.” As I left the room he whispered in my ear “PS2 and X Box suck. Nintendo rule”
My next lesson was Biology and entering this room I was expecting a dull boring lecture about how gaming effects the body. But to my surprise it didn’t. Sitting down on a stool what lie in front of me was a dead Pikmin. Mine was blue and had black pen marks all over it. “Now class!” yelled another man in a suit. “You will now dissect your Pikmin and tell us anything you find.” Taking the scalpel in one hand and covering my mouth with the other I began to cut the poor Pikmin down the gut. I could hear squelching and I nearly threw up. Raising my hand I stood up and yelled at the man in the suit. “I have to say this is one of the most disgusting experineces ever. It’s cruel and disgusting and is probably illegal. Why do you do this? I thought Nintendo were nice guys. You’re cruel, selfish and… hey look a fiver!” I bent down to pick up the money and made my way to the next lesson. Hey don’t judge me. A fiver is a lot to me. I’m lucky if I ever see that in my life.
P.E. was next and what I thought would happen was completely different to what actually did. Instead of going outside for laps of the field we played laps of Mario Kart indoors on the TV. I ended up coming a respectable 29 out of thirt…(cough) Great huh? Towards the end controls were flung and TVs were thrown at each other in what really was a P.E lesson. I attempted to catch the control but ended up getting smashed in the face by a TV.
Lucky for me next lesson was Chemisitry where another man in this time a green shirt and blue suit appeared. (He was told he was too tall to wear the Mario outfit. You could tell in his eyes he wanted to be Mario.) Anyway he waved some pungent smelling liquid in my face which immediately woke me up. I punched him in the face and ended up getting sent to the prison cell in less than 30 seconds.
Down in the dungeon or as they called it “prison cell” I looked for a way to escape. I found two dead bodies, 5 Pikmin, a burger king voucher and a priceless gem. So with the five Pikmin following em I made my way to the reception desk where I found Miyamoto again. “Ahhh back again I see.” He said. “Here are your results.” He handed me a sheet that read:
Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo! D-
Biology F
P.E. F
Chemistry F
“But I didn’t even do Chemistry” I replied. “I know” said Miyamoto. “We just really didn’t like that teacher. He was too tall.” After the laughter of the people around me and Miyamoto slapping me repeatedly I made my way out the door.
I was so depressed. I failed most subjects and I was humiliated by Miyamoto himself. I’d never felt this bad in my whole… “Hey wait! I still have that Pizza Hut voucher” I shouted happily.
Thanks for reading and remember don’t attempt to build your own gaming school as it would cost a lot of money and also idiots like me would go there.
Manoeuvring my way through the endless jamble of brightly coloured cars in the carpark I try to find a parking place. Ten minutes later and I realise there’s another car park for overflows. I shout and scream and end up bashing someones car that has a cuddly Pikachu toy stuck to the back window. Driving off I laugh.
Approaching the front door with caution I notice a sign reading “People who are extremely smart are welcome and even those who are as thick as Pikmin.” Phew. I almost worried that I wouldn’t make it in. I proceed to the front desk and ask if I can join a class. None other than Miyamoto dressed in a Mario costume looked up to greet me and ask what type of gamer I was.”I am the mature type” I reply. He looked up at me with eyes burning red. “Uh oh! I Mean I’m the type who loves Pokemon and Pikmin etc…” I say quickly. His eyes suddenly retuened to normal and he handed me my timetable. He smiled at me and muttered under his breath “he won’t get far.”
Lesson one was called “Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo” apparently. I entered the room and found several other people huddled around a man in a red shirt and blue jacket. No it wasn’t Mario but someone who looked like he got the wrong idea when told to get a plain shirt and suit for a “men in black” role. I walked over and pulled up a chair. I sat down quietly and waited. The man then took a person into a small room one by one while repeatedly whispering something in their ear. It was my turn and I walked into the room nervously. What would await me? Pain. Torture? Actually it was neither but a series of pictures consisting of the PS2 and X Box dressed in pink dresses and wearing signs like “Kick me.” As I left the room he whispered in my ear “PS2 and X Box suck. Nintendo rule”
My next lesson was Biology and entering this room I was expecting a dull boring lecture about how gaming effects the body. But to my surprise it didn’t. Sitting down on a stool what lie in front of me was a dead Pikmin. Mine was blue and had black pen marks all over it. “Now class!” yelled another man in a suit. “You will now dissect your Pikmin and tell us anything you find.” Taking the scalpel in one hand and covering my mouth with the other I began to cut the poor Pikmin down the gut. I could hear squelching and I nearly threw up. Raising my hand I stood up and yelled at the man in the suit. “I have to say this is one of the most disgusting experineces ever. It’s cruel and disgusting and is probably illegal. Why do you do this? I thought Nintendo were nice guys. You’re cruel, selfish and… hey look a fiver!” I bent down to pick up the money and made my way to the next lesson. Hey don’t judge me. A fiver is a lot to me. I’m lucky if I ever see that in my life.
P.E. was next and what I thought would happen was completely different to what actually did. Instead of going outside for laps of the field we played laps of Mario Kart indoors on the TV. I ended up coming a respectable 29 out of thirt…(cough) Great huh? Towards the end controls were flung and TVs were thrown at each other in what really was a P.E lesson. I attempted to catch the control but ended up getting smashed in the face by a TV.
Lucky for me next lesson was Chemisitry where another man in this time a green shirt and blue suit appeared. (He was told he was too tall to wear the Mario outfit. You could tell in his eyes he wanted to be Mario.) Anyway he waved some pungent smelling liquid in my face which immediately woke me up. I punched him in the face and ended up getting sent to the prison cell in less than 30 seconds.
Down in the dungeon or as they called it “prison cell” I looked for a way to escape. I found two dead bodies, 5 Pikmin, a burger king voucher and a priceless gem. So with the five Pikmin following em I made my way to the reception desk where I found Miyamoto again. “Ahhh back again I see.” He said. “Here are your results.” He handed me a sheet that read:
Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo! D-
Biology F
P.E. F
Chemistry F
“But I didn’t even do Chemistry” I replied. “I know” said Miyamoto. “We just really didn’t like that teacher. He was too tall.” After the laughter of the people around me and Miyamoto slapping me repeatedly I made my way out the door.
I was so depressed. I failed most subjects and I was humiliated by Miyamoto himself. I’d never felt this bad in my whole… “Hey wait! I still have that Pizza Hut voucher” I shouted happily.
Thanks for reading and remember don’t attempt to build your own gaming school as it would cost a lot of money and also idiots like me would go there.
Bad news for you Ghost Killer. There's going to be a Pikmin 2! More killing of Pikmin. Sounds like you should go on a strike.
Actually I do own Pikmin, although I do try my best not to kill any one of them. I ususally fail at that and then it makes me very sad.
lol. Nice one Ghost Killer. Also do you own Pikmin? If you don't then I wouldn't buy it. That involves more killing of Pikmin than you could imagine. Drown them, burn them, flatten them. I'm sure you'd find it very hard to play what with your belief that Pikmin shouldn't be killed. Funny post.
Looking through the “Ghost Killer Daydreaming Paper” I have noticed that Nintendo have constructed and opened a new gaming school for anyone who wants to learn how to be the ultimate gamer. Oh yeah and also Pizza Hut are having 2 for 1 deal. Cool! Anyway. I must focus. I have decided to explore this school and see what lurks on beneath the big building’s exterior. (My God that sounds rubbish.) Anyway hope you enjoy.
Manoeuvring my way through the endless jamble of brightly coloured cars in the carpark I try to find a parking place. Ten minutes later and I realise there’s another car park for overflows. I shout and scream and end up bashing someones car that has a cuddly Pikachu toy stuck to the back window. Driving off I laugh.
Approaching the front door with caution I notice a sign reading “People who are extremely smart are welcome and even those who are as thick as Pikmin.” Phew. I almost worried that I wouldn’t make it in. I proceed to the front desk and ask if I can join a class. None other than Miyamoto dressed in a Mario costume looked up to greet me and ask what type of gamer I was.”I am the mature type” I reply. He looked up at me with eyes burning red. “Uh oh! I Mean I’m the type who loves Pokemon and Pikmin etc…” I say quickly. His eyes suddenly retuened to normal and he handed me my timetable. He smiled at me and muttered under his breath “he won’t get far.”
Lesson one was called “Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo” apparently. I entered the room and found several other people huddled around a man in a red shirt and blue jacket. No it wasn’t Mario but someone who looked like he got the wrong idea when told to get a plain shirt and suit for a “men in black” role. I walked over and pulled up a chair. I sat down quietly and waited. The man then took a person into a small room one by one while repeatedly whispering something in their ear. It was my turn and I walked into the room nervously. What would await me? Pain. Torture? Actually it was neither but a series of pictures consisting of the PS2 and X Box dressed in pink dresses and wearing signs like “Kick me.” As I left the room he whispered in my ear “PS2 and X Box suck. Nintendo rule”
My next lesson was Biology and entering this room I was expecting a dull boring lecture about how gaming effects the body. But to my surprise it didn’t. Sitting down on a stool what lie in front of me was a dead Pikmin. Mine was blue and had black pen marks all over it. “Now class!” yelled another man in a suit. “You will now dissect your Pikmin and tell us anything you find.” Taking the scalpel in one hand and covering my mouth with the other I began to cut the poor Pikmin down the gut. I could hear squelching and I nearly threw up. Raising my hand I stood up and yelled at the man in the suit. “I have to say this is one of the most disgusting experineces ever. It’s cruel and disgusting and is probably illegal. Why do you do this? I thought Nintendo were nice guys. You’re cruel, selfish and… hey look a fiver!” I bent down to pick up the money and made my way to the next lesson. Hey don’t judge me. A fiver is a lot to me. I’m lucky if I ever see that in my life.
P.E. was next and what I thought would happen was completely different to what actually did. Instead of going outside for laps of the field we played laps of Mario Kart indoors on the TV. I ended up coming a respectable 29 out of thirt…(cough) Great huh? Towards the end controls were flung and TVs were thrown at each other in what really was a P.E lesson. I attempted to catch the control but ended up getting smashed in the face by a TV.
Lucky for me next lesson was Chemisitry where another man in this time a green shirt and blue suit appeared. (He was told he was too tall to wear the Mario outfit. You could tell in his eyes he wanted to be Mario.) Anyway he waved some pungent smelling liquid in my face which immediately woke me up. I punched him in the face and ended up getting sent to the prison cell in less than 30 seconds.
Down in the dungeon or as they called it “prison cell” I looked for a way to escape. I found two dead bodies, 5 Pikmin, a burger king voucher and a priceless gem. So with the five Pikmin following em I made my way to the reception desk where I found Miyamoto again. “Ahhh back again I see.” He said. “Here are your results.” He handed me a sheet that read:
Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo! D-
Biology F
P.E. F
Chemistry F
“But I didn’t even do Chemistry” I replied. “I know” said Miyamoto. “We just really didn’t like that teacher. He was too tall.” After the laughter of the people around me and Miyamoto slapping me repeatedly I made my way out the door.
I was so depressed. I failed most subjects and I was humiliated by Miyamoto himself. I’d never felt this bad in my whole… “Hey wait! I still have that Pizza Hut voucher” I shouted happily.
Thanks for reading and remember don’t attempt to build your own gaming school as it would cost a lot of money and also idiots like me would go there.
Manoeuvring my way through the endless jamble of brightly coloured cars in the carpark I try to find a parking place. Ten minutes later and I realise there’s another car park for overflows. I shout and scream and end up bashing someones car that has a cuddly Pikachu toy stuck to the back window. Driving off I laugh.
Approaching the front door with caution I notice a sign reading “People who are extremely smart are welcome and even those who are as thick as Pikmin.” Phew. I almost worried that I wouldn’t make it in. I proceed to the front desk and ask if I can join a class. None other than Miyamoto dressed in a Mario costume looked up to greet me and ask what type of gamer I was.”I am the mature type” I reply. He looked up at me with eyes burning red. “Uh oh! I Mean I’m the type who loves Pokemon and Pikmin etc…” I say quickly. His eyes suddenly retuened to normal and he handed me my timetable. He smiled at me and muttered under his breath “he won’t get far.”
Lesson one was called “Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo” apparently. I entered the room and found several other people huddled around a man in a red shirt and blue jacket. No it wasn’t Mario but someone who looked like he got the wrong idea when told to get a plain shirt and suit for a “men in black” role. I walked over and pulled up a chair. I sat down quietly and waited. The man then took a person into a small room one by one while repeatedly whispering something in their ear. It was my turn and I walked into the room nervously. What would await me? Pain. Torture? Actually it was neither but a series of pictures consisting of the PS2 and X Box dressed in pink dresses and wearing signs like “Kick me.” As I left the room he whispered in my ear “PS2 and X Box suck. Nintendo rule”
My next lesson was Biology and entering this room I was expecting a dull boring lecture about how gaming effects the body. But to my surprise it didn’t. Sitting down on a stool what lie in front of me was a dead Pikmin. Mine was blue and had black pen marks all over it. “Now class!” yelled another man in a suit. “You will now dissect your Pikmin and tell us anything you find.” Taking the scalpel in one hand and covering my mouth with the other I began to cut the poor Pikmin down the gut. I could hear squelching and I nearly threw up. Raising my hand I stood up and yelled at the man in the suit. “I have to say this is one of the most disgusting experineces ever. It’s cruel and disgusting and is probably illegal. Why do you do this? I thought Nintendo were nice guys. You’re cruel, selfish and… hey look a fiver!” I bent down to pick up the money and made my way to the next lesson. Hey don’t judge me. A fiver is a lot to me. I’m lucky if I ever see that in my life.
P.E. was next and what I thought would happen was completely different to what actually did. Instead of going outside for laps of the field we played laps of Mario Kart indoors on the TV. I ended up coming a respectable 29 out of thirt…(cough) Great huh? Towards the end controls were flung and TVs were thrown at each other in what really was a P.E lesson. I attempted to catch the control but ended up getting smashed in the face by a TV.
Lucky for me next lesson was Chemisitry where another man in this time a green shirt and blue suit appeared. (He was told he was too tall to wear the Mario outfit. You could tell in his eyes he wanted to be Mario.) Anyway he waved some pungent smelling liquid in my face which immediately woke me up. I punched him in the face and ended up getting sent to the prison cell in less than 30 seconds.
Down in the dungeon or as they called it “prison cell” I looked for a way to escape. I found two dead bodies, 5 Pikmin, a burger king voucher and a priceless gem. So with the five Pikmin following em I made my way to the reception desk where I found Miyamoto again. “Ahhh back again I see.” He said. “Here are your results.” He handed me a sheet that read:
Nintendo, Nintendo, Nintendo! D-
Biology F
P.E. F
Chemistry F
“But I didn’t even do Chemistry” I replied. “I know” said Miyamoto. “We just really didn’t like that teacher. He was too tall.” After the laughter of the people around me and Miyamoto slapping me repeatedly I made my way out the door.
I was so depressed. I failed most subjects and I was humiliated by Miyamoto himself. I’d never felt this bad in my whole… “Hey wait! I still have that Pizza Hut voucher” I shouted happily.
Thanks for reading and remember don’t attempt to build your own gaming school as it would cost a lot of money and also idiots like me would go there.