“Ever stop to think that Mario might’ve deserved whatever Donkey Kong threw at him?”
Oh boy, another rant…
“Imagine DK hired Mario to fix his pipes. Then the sewers backed up, and there’s shit everywhere. So DK puts the shit into barrels, throws them at Mario, out of spite.”
This is another sequel to an early story of mine from back in july 2009:
The day after Google went down, civilization collapsed. Even people who’d never heard of Google were affected.
Information stopped flowing.
People lost things and got lost themselves.
Finding things by yourself was just too big a chore.
In the end, people only needed to learn to find one thing:
This is a sequel to one of the first stories I posted on this blog.
He’d sawed off his leg to escape the zombies. Fortunately, he still had his trusty chainsaw.
He locked himself inside an empty store and stopped to rest.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm: an infected scratch.
Survival ended up costing him an arm and a leg.
They turned to see, floating in the nothingness, the King of Nothing, grinning maniacally at them.
“I know you…” said the Prince.
“I’m your father, you nitwit. You’re the Prince of Nothing.”
“I’m going home, you coming, Prince?”
“Yeah. What’s your name, by the way?”
“I should’ve guessed.”
I haven’t posted new stories in 8 days. I know.
I’ve been really busy and tired due to work and holidays-related things, so I’ve decided to go on a short hiatus.
I will be back with regular, daily stories on Monday, January 4th. I hope to be ready with the last few parts that “The Quest” will need in order to be concluded.
This should also help me “refill my inspiration cup”, as that has been running close to empty, lately.
In the meantime, the archives are there, and I’ve gotten very few ratings or comments. Both of these tend to be very good motivation for me, and in the case of comments, could very well trigger my inspiration for further stories.
Thanks for reading, I’ll be back on Jan. 4th!
It was a daring and dangerous escape. Seriously, you should have been there. Truly spectacular. Even the Prince helped!
Once they got out of the dungeon, they found that they were, quite literally, nowhere.
“That’s what happens when you cross the Bridge to Nowhere,” said a mysterious voice.
“But, that pile of straw is in the cell, with us!”
“Shut up, loser. They want us alive, otherwise they would have killed us already. Once they see the fire, they’ll have to let us out. Then we can make our move!”
“Which would be?”
“Getting out of here, dummy!”
They put her in a cell with that loser, Prince Charming, who she’d come to rescue.
Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”
When she came to, she was in a cell, in some dank dungeon.
“Damn,” she muttered, under her breath.
“Thank heavens, you’re awake! But if you’re in here with me, how are we going to get out of here? I’ve been stuck here for weeks, and there’s no way out!”
She knew she had to get to The Other Side, but had no idea what she would find there.
This was, literally, Nowhere. It even said so on the sign.
Even the ground seemed immaterial. People she’d meet weren’t quite there.
Suddenly, something immaterial hit her and knocked her out.