A/N: Hi everyone! I'm here today to show you what happens when you leave me
alone with a Xbox a copy of "Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance" and 4 cans of
Sprite! I was just fiddling around w/ the "Casting Theater" Special in the
game (and in case you don't kno wat that is, it allows you to take sum of
the scenes in MGS2 and replace sum of the chars in them but they still have
the same voices!) and I found some funny stuff and decided to make tinny,
itty, bitty stories out of sum of the combination of chars in sum of the
scenes! Enjoy!
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Casting Theater: Chaos Ensues!
Demo 1: Rose Vs. The Evil Raiden!
My heart was pounding as I stared into the cold eyes of Jack, my soon to be dead boyfriend. We had been fighting for hours on end because he had left the seat up on the toilet again. While he wielded two lighting sparking and razor sharp blades I only had the HF. Blade that he had given to me on our 2 year anniversary, he said he didn't need it and that it was taking up too much space in his empty room.
He struck his blade at my feet and I quickly blocked. Our bodies strangely slowed mid-air only to speed up once more as he ran past me in a failed attempt to pierce one of his blades into my stomach. Again we slowed and as soon as his back was clearly in my view I struck my blade down and ran it down his back.
Motion returned to normal as he stumbled in front of me to the edge of the roof. He slowly dropped his blades and looked over the edge. He turned around to me and silently mouthed the words, "I'm sorry . . . . . Rose." He then raised his hand in the air as if to reach something and slowly fell backwards. I stood my position as I closed my eyes and waited for the sickening thud of him hitting the ground. I imagined him at the base of the statue, hopelessly reaching towards the sky trying to imitate how he would look if he were that statue. I stood up straight and sliced my blade diagonally knowing that simultaneously Jack would be taking his last breath and would be slump down to the ground.
The wind whipped around me as I looked confidently out to the horizon. There I stood, a young woman who had just killed her boyfriend over a toilet seat. I killed him so quickly and didn't get a chance to say good- bye, and yet I feel neither guilt nor regret. Oh, Jack, don't you understand that I all I wanted you to do was put down the seat after you go? Oh, well, after all I can't expect a man that never had Sex Ed understand that Girls and Boys don't go to the bathroom the same way. Now where did I put that phone number to that Abortion Clinic? Hmmm . . . . . . . .
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Ok, this chap wasn't as funny as it is . . . . . . .Strange? I hope the next one is funnier!
-----Witch Baby
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Casting Theater: Chaos Ensues!
Demo 1: Rose Vs. The Evil Raiden!
My heart was pounding as I stared into the cold eyes of Jack, my soon to be dead boyfriend. We had been fighting for hours on end because he had left the seat up on the toilet again. While he wielded two lighting sparking and razor sharp blades I only had the HF. Blade that he had given to me on our 2 year anniversary, he said he didn't need it and that it was taking up too much space in his empty room.
He struck his blade at my feet and I quickly blocked. Our bodies strangely slowed mid-air only to speed up once more as he ran past me in a failed attempt to pierce one of his blades into my stomach. Again we slowed and as soon as his back was clearly in my view I struck my blade down and ran it down his back.
Motion returned to normal as he stumbled in front of me to the edge of the roof. He slowly dropped his blades and looked over the edge. He turned around to me and silently mouthed the words, "I'm sorry . . . . . Rose." He then raised his hand in the air as if to reach something and slowly fell backwards. I stood my position as I closed my eyes and waited for the sickening thud of him hitting the ground. I imagined him at the base of the statue, hopelessly reaching towards the sky trying to imitate how he would look if he were that statue. I stood up straight and sliced my blade diagonally knowing that simultaneously Jack would be taking his last breath and would be slump down to the ground.
The wind whipped around me as I looked confidently out to the horizon. There I stood, a young woman who had just killed her boyfriend over a toilet seat. I killed him so quickly and didn't get a chance to say good- bye, and yet I feel neither guilt nor regret. Oh, Jack, don't you understand that I all I wanted you to do was put down the seat after you go? Oh, well, after all I can't expect a man that never had Sex Ed understand that Girls and Boys don't go to the bathroom the same way. Now where did I put that phone number to that Abortion Clinic? Hmmm . . . . . . . .
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Ok, this chap wasn't as funny as it is . . . . . . .Strange? I hope the next one is funnier!
-----Witch Baby