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The Life and Times of That Guy Who Runs Around Hyrule Market Town.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run.... I chanted to myself, gotta run with terrible posture, gotta run gotta run around in circles." My wife glanced at me and said "I shoulda listened to mom.." I wonder why she's always depressed, she's always looking at me funny. Oh well, gotta run gotta run gotta run.. I smiled into the mirror, actually, I have to smile...come to think of it no one I know in town has ever changed facial expressions.... huh..........gotta run gotta run gotta run......
I stepped out into the bright sunlight, bald head glaring the vivid light. "what a beautiful day.. gotta run gotta run gotta run..." The lively surroundings of Hyrule Market Town bristled around me, the vendors shouting things out, the crowd gathered around the only 2 stands in the whole market. The creepy lady (or guy) with the red and black hair pounded furiously on the ground asking for "things with C" What the hell is C? hmmm....gotta run gotta run gotta run... The well grooved tracks of where I always ran were engraved into the ground. Always the same path...never changing...same path every time......gotta run gotta run gotta run.. I've been the scary running dude for all my life. Ever since I had tilted the top half of my body backwards and taken off at a sprint. Nothing ever changed in the town. Come to think of it, we never changed what we said either... its as if we were programmed into a video game made in Japan by some company named Nintendo and shipped off to America for some sort of 64 bit video entertainment system....hmmm.....gotta run gotta run gotta run...
I was circling the fountain for the 100th or so time, and some complete stranger walked into town! He had a green shirt on that extended down to his knees. A belt was wrapped around his waist. This new stranger could threaten our very way of life and someday 7 years from now he might save us all from certain destruction!...I like little boys....... gotta run gotta run gotta run...
Any ways, I ran by the kid, and all he did was stare like I was some kind of freak! With my one blank facial expression, horrible posture, pasty bald head, and constant running style, how could he possibly be so disrespectful! What a jerk, oh well.. gotta run gotta run gotta run... As I run I'm keeping my eye on him, and he walks around like he just stumbled out of a forest for the first time after living with a group of pointy eared kids who never grow up....gotta run gotta run gotta run... Look at him now! he's talking to that freaky Malon girl.. her and her fatass father can go take a flyin leap... Now he's going to try and get in the castle, ha! good luck! no one can escape the ever watchful eyes of the easy to avoid and vision impared guards! And he will never get across that vine covered wall, what an fool!...gotta run gotta run gotta run....what an fool.......gotta run gotta run gotta run...
The Life and Times of That Guy Who Runs Around Hyrule Market Town.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run.... I chanted to myself, gotta run with terrible posture, gotta run gotta run around in circles." My wife glanced at me and said "I shoulda listened to mom.." I wonder why she's always depressed, she's always looking at me funny. Oh well, gotta run gotta run gotta run.. I smiled into the mirror, actually, I have to smile...come to think of it no one I know in town has ever changed facial expressions.... huh..........gotta run gotta run gotta run......
I stepped out into the bright sunlight, bald head glaring the vivid light. "what a beautiful day.. gotta run gotta run gotta run..." The lively surroundings of Hyrule Market Town bristled around me, the vendors shouting things out, the crowd gathered around the only 2 stands in the whole market. The creepy lady (or guy) with the red and black hair pounded furiously on the ground asking for "things with C" What the hell is C? hmmm....gotta run gotta run gotta run... The well grooved tracks of where I always ran were engraved into the ground. Always the same path...never changing...same path every time......gotta run gotta run gotta run.. I've been the scary running dude for all my life. Ever since I had tilted the top half of my body backwards and taken off at a sprint. Nothing ever changed in the town. Come to think of it, we never changed what we said either... its as if we were programmed into a video game made in Japan by some company named Nintendo and shipped off to America for some sort of 64 bit video entertainment system....hmmm.....gotta run gotta run gotta run...
I was circling the fountain for the 100th or so time, and some complete stranger walked into town! He had a green shirt on that extended down to his knees. A belt was wrapped around his waist. This new stranger could threaten our very way of life and someday 7 years from now he might save us all from certain destruction!...I like little boys....... gotta run gotta run gotta run...
Any ways, I ran by the kid, and all he did was stare like I was some kind of freak! With my one blank facial expression, horrible posture, pasty bald head, and constant running style, how could he possibly be so disrespectful! What a jerk, oh well.. gotta run gotta run gotta run... As I run I'm keeping my eye on him, and he walks around like he just stumbled out of a forest for the first time after living with a group of pointy eared kids who never grow up....gotta run gotta run gotta run... Look at him now! he's talking to that freaky Malon girl.. her and her fatass father can go take a flyin leap... Now he's going to try and get in the castle, ha! good luck! no one can escape the ever watchful eyes of the easy to avoid and vision impared guards! And he will never get across that vine covered wall, what an fool!...gotta run gotta run gotta run....what an fool.......gotta run gotta run gotta run...