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A Drama King's LiveJournal
Author: PsychDragoonX
Post IV: DDR? DDR. DDR!
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Logged in as –click-
Entry: March 16, 2006
DDR? Death's Dead Repoman?
I was browsing the internets (Thank you George Bush for trying to act oh so kewl by pluralizing a singular object!) and I was came across a video game shopping site. Interestingly enough, they had a sale on Dance Dance Revolution Max 2. So, I didn't click there. Instead, I got off my soon-to-be lazy ass and went down to the store and get it myself. They know me by name… I'll have to blast them with Flare later due to them stalking me. Why the hell don't they have a police force? I'm tired of kicking the homeless people despite that you are completely furnished in the afterlife. And the stalkers. Please. I may need to hire a double…
But I digress. In colloquial terms, DDR is EVL. Oh sure, they have an interesting idea and something to help me keep my ever awesome figure in line, but the music selection is pathetic. They have a few nice songs, but most of them are like OMG I'M SOOO LONELY AND EMO. Or OH PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY I'M IN LOVE. Or.. well, that's basically 80 of their track selection. The EVL mystery is that how people can do these things without having a heart attack in the middle of the song or churn your leg bones and muscles into butter. To use on the sandwich that you eat afterwards.
I mean, those arrow patterns are suicide. Granted, not on the beginner or light mode, but standard and heavy… Oh fucking no. It's not humanly possible! And I'm a Genome! It's just… just… DIE DIE DIE DIE!
…Now, please pardon the out of character moment.
Well, I'm now going to browse for more ways to keep myself from being bored in the afterlife.
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COMMENTS:
1: UWEE666:
No, you just suck. Uweeheeheehee!
REPLY:
Oh! How I am wounded from the sharpness of your wit!
2: SexyGenome17:
Practice! You need to start off slow and use your tail. Also, you have to learn each song's dance steps. I can recommend a few sites to you.
REPLY:
Who are you, my personal trainer? Thanks, but this game is going in my closet.
3: KonnichiwaSanLovesMe:
What! DDR is like the BEST! Gawd you don't know what you're doing!
REPLY:
Who needs a song called PARANOiA when you've got the real thing from millions of fangirls? And don't you have some materia shop to rob?
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If you don't get the last user's name, just read my Ultima fic. See you next chapter!