Pokemon Emerald...o.O;;
17 years ago
An artist with no deadlines is unemployed!
I hope the rest of the game isn't nearly as surreal as the first few seconds.
You wake up in a dark room, and suddenly a door is thrown open. You look around in a daze and all around you are boxes covered in pokemon symbols.
o.O;;
Walking outside, your mother walks up and says "I hope you enjoyed riding in the back of the moving truck."
OMGWTF.
I am the Harry Potter of the Pokemon world. WARRRRRRGARBL.
EDIT:
Surrealness continues...
Playing on a GBA rom that uses my RAM clockspeed...which means evertyhing goes really fast. I walk into my new house (I get my own room...in a cupboard, no doubt) and there are large monkeys of some sort...HUMPING MY FURNITURE AT LIGHTSPEED, and running in circles, showing classic behavioural issues of animals who have been abused.
This is truely, truely terrifying. Tim Burton would be screaming in horror.
EDIT2:
curiouser and curiouser. My "mother" won't let me leave my cupboard until I set the clock, which is nearly 1am. She then tells me to go out (in the middle of the NIGHT!?) to go meet a man who 'knows my father'. (Nevermind that my mother and father don't seem to have a room in the house...)
If I were on drugs, I'd know I was tripping balls right now.
You wake up in a dark room, and suddenly a door is thrown open. You look around in a daze and all around you are boxes covered in pokemon symbols.
o.O;;
Walking outside, your mother walks up and says "I hope you enjoyed riding in the back of the moving truck."
OMGWTF.
I am the Harry Potter of the Pokemon world. WARRRRRRGARBL.
EDIT:
Surrealness continues...
Playing on a GBA rom that uses my RAM clockspeed...which means evertyhing goes really fast. I walk into my new house (I get my own room...in a cupboard, no doubt) and there are large monkeys of some sort...HUMPING MY FURNITURE AT LIGHTSPEED, and running in circles, showing classic behavioural issues of animals who have been abused.
This is truely, truely terrifying. Tim Burton would be screaming in horror.
EDIT2:
curiouser and curiouser. My "mother" won't let me leave my cupboard until I set the clock, which is nearly 1am. She then tells me to go out (in the middle of the NIGHT!?) to go meet a man who 'knows my father'. (Nevermind that my mother and father don't seem to have a room in the house...)
If I were on drugs, I'd know I was tripping balls right now.
i has firered now
:)