Away with the faeries.
Not many people get to lie in on a Monday and live to tell the tale. But I do, and it ain't a profession or nothing but I get away with a lot of things, and because I'm female. I get away with a certain percentage more than others. Particularly males. The other dominate species. Whicked and whackie, yes you name it. I did it.
So here I am,
Recovering from a Sunday night and laying in on a Monday morning, perfecting my Playstation tan... Final Fantasy was today's choice. So going through my Rpg's, breath of fire. Star Ocean. Dragon Quest. Chaos legions. Searching... searching...
You could imagine how huge my encyclopedia of Ps2 games I had. That was ONLY the RPG section of it. Imagine the rest of it huh? Nasty piece of work that is.
Searching... Searching....
"Ahh here it is"
Hugely satisfied, I pushed the one button and waited for the disc tray opened and I placed the cartridge in. Lovely, absolutely lovely, that is. I plonked myself in front of the
Heater, or air-con I should say. Placed my well-worn hand control by my side and waited for the title screen to come up. Continuously ignoring the telephone rings from the office, especially the ones from the boss... threats. Oh no, nothing is going to stop me evoke the spirits of Ps2. Nuh-uh.
"Mercedes!"
I hollared at my cat. I stared at the door. The mail just popped through the doorframe. The kids next door must have dropped it in. I ingeniously trained my cat to fetch the mail from the door and put it by my slippers.
"Get cat" I pointed to the door
"Get da mail. Go cat get da mail."
And off she went. Like a little Mercedes Benz. I laughed a little and the title screen came on. Brilliant. Another great, if not, greater start to the day. Monday, ignoring work, Playstation... what else could go wrong?
Dear I ask?
Oh I just had to say it...didn't I?
Just then, the power went off. I usually like the dark, makes me tired and fall asleep. But it was 2 in the afternoon and I just got up. Still thinking about breakfast... err lunch. And it was in the middle of the fricking day for crying out loud. What in the good name of chocolate frosties has gone wrong with ma power huh? I got up, making a big scene, moaning motionlessly trying to find out what was wrong with my TV. Only after searching my Ps2 to see that nothing has happened to my poor baby. I looked around for the plug, unplugged it, put it back in. Flicked and played with the power switch. I just couldn't figure why it went out alova sudden. I looked up and out the window besides where I was kneeling. I saw no man up the power line polls checking or doing anything. I saw no children playing around, and then I saw there was slobber all over one ends of the cord. I looked and there was the culprit. My gorgeous Arizonian wolf. Holden.
"Oh Holden, caught red handed are we?"
I untangled the power cord from his ankle and returned to the TV and it was buzzing like mad, got me a bit frightened. You know the ring movie? I hated that movie. I was scared of TVs for a bout a week. But then I got sick of it, and said... 'Well if she's going to kill me she better get me now cause Im going to Playstation'. Not the best method, but it worked. I slapped the TV. It flickered twice then went straight back to buzzing. I got kind of sick of it. Turned it off.
Went to have a shower. In the middle of my dressing time... I heard this humungous
~BANG~
Now I was like?
"WTF was that? Holden is that you? Mercedes are you after Venice again? Tyden?"
I looked around, everything was golden. Holden was out side on the door step watching all the neighbors tred carefully around my house, Mercedes was asleep on my black bean bag, Tyden was still sitting on his perch out on the veranda and Venice... my little goldfish, was still in his little goldfish bowl. I smiled, reassured that I know that nothing broken. Until I walked into the lounge. I saw this gigantic blue ... what looked like a huge moving jelly mould. It was see-through and where ever it went it left a very damp trail in its wake.
"Okay. HOOOOLLLLDEN..... SICK 'EM BABY!"
Whooooosh. Holden ran up to the poor thing, and jumped to pin 'it' down. But no such luck. The wolf went straight through that 'thing'. Holden growled. So did I surprisingly. I creep my self-out some times. Holden flashed his teeth and barked horrendously loud. Then the 'it-thing' wobbled and bobbed and then spiked up, all of a sudden a sh*t load of water came splashing down on my poor wolf all at once. Holden yelped and ran back out side and shook out all the water it's fur contained.
That's when I clicked.
"No way that can't be real"
I walked up and touched it.
"Oh, ..... Dayum it's water... the HELL?!? ~_^"
I patted it, slapped it, laughed at the way it giggled and wobbled like your normal jello mold. Then I tripped and my hand got stuck in side the 'it-thing'. At first I thought it was funny as hell, you know:
"Ha ha, I can see my own hand...'
And...
"Whoa check this out, 100% body fluid"
Yeah, lame I know, but then it all hit custard, and now I realize that my hand couldn't come out. I panicked. Because the 'it-thing' was doing that water attack dance mantra thingy that it does and I didn't want to end up having another 3 showers... so I had to make with the escape pretty quick. I heaved my hand out. Groaned and grunted, because this thing was water... yeah I realize that, but it was no task to get my hand in there sure.... uh huh, but getting your hand out was a whole other game in it's self. I swore my head off. Louder every time that 'it-thing' pumped me with funny smelling H20. Oh the aggravation.
I pulled the b'jesus out of my hand. And... "Pop" out it slipped and I fell back in to the TV. The TV broke, shattered in to a million pieces. What does water radiate? Electricity. And TV's are very electrical. I was all wet from the 'it-thing's' attacks and I ended in a whole world of ......
"~Zanarkand?~"
Oh hell no. I must be dreaming. But then I heard in the far off distance, the growls of Holden. The loud screeching cries of my hawk, Tyden. The sophisticated meeyowing of Mercedes and a giant version of Venice. Okay now this is weird.
But that ain't the 'blitz' of it......