Just another day of Pong.

It's all about perspective in the ever so bleak pong world of black darkness.

A drabble series that is and isn't about the groundbreaking game Pong - it could alternatively be titled "Everything I Needed to Know in Life I Learned from Pong". My only posting that I'll keep in-progress just in case I have an occasional inspiration for additions later; I'm starting off with 13 lessons and we'll see where it goes.

If you can't paddle then don't ball okay.

There isn't a need to stress yourself thinking.

The life and adventures of Left Paddle and his friend Right Paddle, as they make their way through the strange world of Pong.

Perhaps it was something you hit. Expect nothing and you'll be happier!

Things get tiring in the void.

The pong ball is getting on the paddles' cases again.

The paddles compliment the ball.

Just hit the ball.

Just directly apply pong to the pong. Don't ask why.

You have to look in yourself quite deeply to think if this is a good idea at all. It most likely wasn't.

There is nothing else left, right?

Pong is a game harshly imposed. The characters are allowed no story, no identity, no history. Their freedom of movement is confined in nearly every way. Yet within such a regulated world, there is still room for resistance. This is a story of Left Paddle. Victim of the game, beneficiary of the resistance.

A day in the life of Pong. After rotting in the arcade for many years he feels depressed, abandoned and unloved. But all of that changes when a quarter enters the machine, the game begins and he will never be the same again...

The game of pong can be a struggle of life or death. It can test your skill, your might, your struggles.

Just conversations between balls.

If Tetris is getting a movie soon, then what about Pong? This one-off explores what it would probably be like.

It is a very very short story about a pong stick...( Or whatever it's called.) This story was made in an attempt for immature fun. So I don't think you can enjoy it though. ENJOY!

What one would assume to be a regular pong match ends up getting a little steamy... WARNING: Contains some bad stuff.

A pong interpratation I just came up with in the shower.

Paddle One's thoughts as Ball approaches.

From the deep dark abyss of nothing, lies a white pong ball and two white paddles. Things are eternally the same here, until the pong ball lets out a cute little poot, which sets off a deadly chain reaction...

The pong ball is running a bit late for both paddles. And both paddles just cannot take this wait any longer.