AN: I've been writing a lot lately. This next crack fic was from a comment my good friend Ellen made. Thanks for that!
"Real men run miles"
Simon stared at his screen. He started to feel cold sweat break. His eye started to twitch. "Damn..." he cursed, fingers on the buttons.
He knew one wrong move, that was it. He would be screwed. Nia would be frowning all day. Rossiu would be a jerk towards Simon. This was...the ultimate test.
Simon lacked courage. He gulped. He pressed the buttons again.
Although the others may be upset if he failed this, he would disappoint his deceased Aniki the most. His aniki, Kamina, was watching above. And Simon just knew that.
"Come on Simon!" He would say, his eyes gleaming under his orange sunglasses, "Go for it! COME ON! REAL MEN RUN FOR MILES! YOU HEAR ME! BELIEVE IN THE YOU THAT BELIEVES IN YOURSELF!"
Simon's eyes narrowed. That's right, no matter how far the goal was, Simon would run. He would run for it, and never give up.
He made a move.
The athlete on the screen fell over the hurdle again. Thus, his new record was 56.5 metres. He groaned loudly in his office, face slamming on the keyboard.
"Stupid QWOP game!"
Ellen Aesalon: Kamina: "REAL MEN RUN FOR REAL! COME, SIMON, WE SHALL RUN FOR HUNDREDS OF MILES AND MORE!"
Me: You are a genius.