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Games have ruined my life.
I am stupid and impressionable, therefore bear no responsibility for my own actions. I hold outside influences as the reason I am not allowed scissors or uvver pointy stuff.
Being borderline retard, yesterday is an example of why all games and movies should be more tightly controlled, seeing as they are such a durn menace to mitten-chewers like me.
As I woke after playing Silent Hill 2, it was still dark. Mistaking the gaming world for reality (because I am gullible and naïve) I heard a noise outside my door and got scared.
So I armed myself wiv a stick and opened the door, using only the light from my Teddy Ruxpin nightlight to guide me. It was right in front of me and I panicked, bashing it to bits and stomping on it to kill the evil monster.
But it was my dog.
Ah well, it’s not my fault, blame the game.
Then I went to work, but I am not allowed to drive.
Because I am stupid.
But playing GTA3 all through the night made me realise how cool and easy it was to steal uvver people’s and use them.
So I did.
I yanked a man out of his car and stole it, tuning the radio to the one I liked but there wasn’t one I liked.
And then the police chased me so I drove into a spray-shop and waited. The man there said to go away and I would have to book for a paint-job, I couldn’t just drive in. I said “but what about the police chasing me?” and he backed off and said I could have the money just please don’t hurt him.
Which was odd, because I wasn’t going to.
So I got out my car and I ran away from the police.
Hahaha, fooled them.
And then when I got to work, everyone looked at me funny so I remember playing Metal Gear Solid 2 and I made like Snake did.
I ran upstairs and pressed myself against the wall, looking in at the canteen.
I rolled in and hid under a table, I don’t think they saw me but everyone got up and left. There must have been a mouse or something, because they all screamed and ran away real fast.
The security guards came in and tried to find me, but I stayed under the desk and they left again.
So I went down to the basement to put explosives there and defeat the evil Metal Gear Ray, but there was just the janitor and he looked at me and said “They fired you two months ago, why are you here?” and I told him all about Metal Gear Ray in a cut-scene, and he got scared and ran away as well.
I didn’t have any explosives so I put some moon-dust on the floor and ran to the roof.
Metal Ray must’ve told the police what I was doing, because they were waiting for me outside and they said that I shouldn’t be scared and they didn’t want to hurt me, they wanted to help.
So I told them about Metal Ray and stealing the car and the man in the paint shop and a nice police man said he understood.
So I came down, expecting a trap and I got one.
They threw me on the floor and kneeled on me, kept calling me “maniac” and “dangerously stupid”
But I fooled them all because the games make me do it, not anything else.
I think games are dangerous and you shouldn’t believe what they say, because not all security guards can be stuffed in lockers like the demo and not all cars have Chatterbox FM.
I feel bad about my dog ,but he was undead and would’ve killed me just as quick.
I am stupid and impressionable, therefore bear no responsibility for my own actions. I hold outside influences as the reason I am not allowed scissors or uvver pointy stuff.
Being borderline retard, yesterday is an example of why all games and movies should be more tightly controlled, seeing as they are such a durn menace to mitten-chewers like me.
As I woke after playing Silent Hill 2, it was still dark. Mistaking the gaming world for reality (because I am gullible and naïve) I heard a noise outside my door and got scared.
So I armed myself wiv a stick and opened the door, using only the light from my Teddy Ruxpin nightlight to guide me. It was right in front of me and I panicked, bashing it to bits and stomping on it to kill the evil monster.
But it was my dog.
Ah well, it’s not my fault, blame the game.
Then I went to work, but I am not allowed to drive.
Because I am stupid.
But playing GTA3 all through the night made me realise how cool and easy it was to steal uvver people’s and use them.
So I did.
I yanked a man out of his car and stole it, tuning the radio to the one I liked but there wasn’t one I liked.
And then the police chased me so I drove into a spray-shop and waited. The man there said to go away and I would have to book for a paint-job, I couldn’t just drive in. I said “but what about the police chasing me?” and he backed off and said I could have the money just please don’t hurt him.
Which was odd, because I wasn’t going to.
So I got out my car and I ran away from the police.
Hahaha, fooled them.
And then when I got to work, everyone looked at me funny so I remember playing Metal Gear Solid 2 and I made like Snake did.
I ran upstairs and pressed myself against the wall, looking in at the canteen.
I rolled in and hid under a table, I don’t think they saw me but everyone got up and left. There must have been a mouse or something, because they all screamed and ran away real fast.
The security guards came in and tried to find me, but I stayed under the desk and they left again.
So I went down to the basement to put explosives there and defeat the evil Metal Gear Ray, but there was just the janitor and he looked at me and said “They fired you two months ago, why are you here?” and I told him all about Metal Gear Ray in a cut-scene, and he got scared and ran away as well.
I didn’t have any explosives so I put some moon-dust on the floor and ran to the roof.
Metal Ray must’ve told the police what I was doing, because they were waiting for me outside and they said that I shouldn’t be scared and they didn’t want to hurt me, they wanted to help.
So I told them about Metal Ray and stealing the car and the man in the paint shop and a nice police man said he understood.
So I came down, expecting a trap and I got one.
They threw me on the floor and kneeled on me, kept calling me “maniac” and “dangerously stupid”
But I fooled them all because the games make me do it, not anything else.
I think games are dangerous and you shouldn’t believe what they say, because not all security guards can be stuffed in lockers like the demo and not all cars have Chatterbox FM.
I feel bad about my dog ,but he was undead and would’ve killed me just as quick.
Lol!
Games have ruined my life.
I am stupid and impressionable, therefore bear no responsibility for my own actions. I hold outside influences as the reason I am not allowed scissors or uvver pointy stuff.
Being borderline retard, yesterday is an example of why all games and movies should be more tightly controlled, seeing as they are such a durn menace to mitten-chewers like me.
As I woke after playing Silent Hill 2, it was still dark. Mistaking the gaming world for reality (because I am gullible and naïve) I heard a noise outside my door and got scared.
So I armed myself wiv a stick and opened the door, using only the light from my Teddy Ruxpin nightlight to guide me. It was right in front of me and I panicked, bashing it to bits and stomping on it to kill the evil monster.
But it was my dog.
Ah well, it’s not my fault, blame the game.
Then I went to work, but I am not allowed to drive.
Because I am stupid.
But playing GTA3 all through the night made me realise how cool and easy it was to steal uvver people’s and use them.
So I did.
I yanked a man out of his car and stole it, tuning the radio to the one I liked but there wasn’t one I liked.
And then the police chased me so I drove into a spray-shop and waited. The man there said to go away and I would have to book for a paint-job, I couldn’t just drive in. I said “but what about the police chasing me?” and he backed off and said I could have the money just please don’t hurt him.
Which was odd, because I wasn’t going to.
So I got out my car and I ran away from the police.
Hahaha, fooled them.
And then when I got to work, everyone looked at me funny so I remember playing Metal Gear Solid 2 and I made like Snake did.
I ran upstairs and pressed myself against the wall, looking in at the canteen.
I rolled in and hid under a table, I don’t think they saw me but everyone got up and left. There must have been a mouse or something, because they all screamed and ran away real fast.
The security guards came in and tried to find me, but I stayed under the desk and they left again.
So I went down to the basement to put explosives there and defeat the evil Metal Gear Ray, but there was just the janitor and he looked at me and said “They fired you two months ago, why are you here?” and I told him all about Metal Gear Ray in a cut-scene, and he got scared and ran away as well.
I didn’t have any explosives so I put some moon-dust on the floor and ran to the roof.
Metal Ray must’ve told the police what I was doing, because they were waiting for me outside and they said that I shouldn’t be scared and they didn’t want to hurt me, they wanted to help.
So I told them about Metal Ray and stealing the car and the man in the paint shop and a nice police man said he understood.
So I came down, expecting a trap and I got one.
They threw me on the floor and kneeled on me, kept calling me “maniac” and “dangerously stupid”
But I fooled them all because the games make me do it, not anything else.
I think games are dangerous and you shouldn’t believe what they say, because not all security guards can be stuffed in lockers like the demo and not all cars have Chatterbox FM.
I feel bad about my dog ,but he was undead and would’ve killed me just as quick.
I am stupid and impressionable, therefore bear no responsibility for my own actions. I hold outside influences as the reason I am not allowed scissors or uvver pointy stuff.
Being borderline retard, yesterday is an example of why all games and movies should be more tightly controlled, seeing as they are such a durn menace to mitten-chewers like me.
As I woke after playing Silent Hill 2, it was still dark. Mistaking the gaming world for reality (because I am gullible and naïve) I heard a noise outside my door and got scared.
So I armed myself wiv a stick and opened the door, using only the light from my Teddy Ruxpin nightlight to guide me. It was right in front of me and I panicked, bashing it to bits and stomping on it to kill the evil monster.
But it was my dog.
Ah well, it’s not my fault, blame the game.
Then I went to work, but I am not allowed to drive.
Because I am stupid.
But playing GTA3 all through the night made me realise how cool and easy it was to steal uvver people’s and use them.
So I did.
I yanked a man out of his car and stole it, tuning the radio to the one I liked but there wasn’t one I liked.
And then the police chased me so I drove into a spray-shop and waited. The man there said to go away and I would have to book for a paint-job, I couldn’t just drive in. I said “but what about the police chasing me?” and he backed off and said I could have the money just please don’t hurt him.
Which was odd, because I wasn’t going to.
So I got out my car and I ran away from the police.
Hahaha, fooled them.
And then when I got to work, everyone looked at me funny so I remember playing Metal Gear Solid 2 and I made like Snake did.
I ran upstairs and pressed myself against the wall, looking in at the canteen.
I rolled in and hid under a table, I don’t think they saw me but everyone got up and left. There must have been a mouse or something, because they all screamed and ran away real fast.
The security guards came in and tried to find me, but I stayed under the desk and they left again.
So I went down to the basement to put explosives there and defeat the evil Metal Gear Ray, but there was just the janitor and he looked at me and said “They fired you two months ago, why are you here?” and I told him all about Metal Gear Ray in a cut-scene, and he got scared and ran away as well.
I didn’t have any explosives so I put some moon-dust on the floor and ran to the roof.
Metal Ray must’ve told the police what I was doing, because they were waiting for me outside and they said that I shouldn’t be scared and they didn’t want to hurt me, they wanted to help.
So I told them about Metal Ray and stealing the car and the man in the paint shop and a nice police man said he understood.
So I came down, expecting a trap and I got one.
They threw me on the floor and kneeled on me, kept calling me “maniac” and “dangerously stupid”
But I fooled them all because the games make me do it, not anything else.
I think games are dangerous and you shouldn’t believe what they say, because not all security guards can be stuffed in lockers like the demo and not all cars have Chatterbox FM.
I feel bad about my dog ,but he was undead and would’ve killed me just as quick.