Its been 7 days since I posted. I lost a bet.

I'll wrap up all the stuff that I wanna tell you. I'll put them in point form and in sequence.

1) I watched Transformers. It rocked pebbles.
2) Played L4D.
3) Ordered alot of pizzas.
4) Savaged 20 Cassettes.
5) Discovered a new country. Named it Gabba.
6) Had tuition.
7) Ate at KFC.
8) Played soccer during recess.
9) Tried playing Anarchy.
10) Played the banjo?

Shadow of the Colossus is a really great game. I have the Ps2 version. Its about this Japanese guy with a horse who wants to revive his girlfriend.

To do that, he has to kill 15 giant monsters that are really huge.

To do THAT, you have to find the monster, and then find its vital points, climb up its body and stab it many times.

Its really hard, because the monsters will try to shake you off, and you have to grip really hard.

I watched my brother play it yesterday. He was on the last level, where you're supposed to fight a BIG BIG BIG guy. Its not a guy actually, its a building. A building monster. I fell asleep halfway after watching my brother get pwned by the monster TOO many times.

I open my eyes.

I find myself in a small dark room.

The lights are off.

I stand up from the cold floor and strain my eyes to look around.

All I can see is a small little red light blinking at the far end of the room, and a small stool.

I walk towards the red light.

I keep walking.

I start to jog.

I start to sweat.

I can't reach the light.

I find my self sprinting.

My body is drenched with sweat.

I hear voices.

They are calling me.

They want me.

I scream in frustration.

I can't reach the light.

The light keeps blinking.

Blink.

I run faster.

The room seems to stretch further and further.

I look behind.

The stool is gone.

Blink.

Blink.

The voice gets louder.

I pray.

I stop running.

I stand still.

The voice is gone.

I'm breathing hard.

The light is gone.

My soul exits my body.

I watch myself.

I see myself being dragged by them.

They're taking me away.

I am crying.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

The light is back on.

I'm myself again.

I don't see myself.

I AM myself.

I walk steadily to the light.

It does not run away from me.

I stop in front of the blinking red light.

I reach out to the light.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

The light switches off.

I look around.

I see a door.

I run to the door.

I open the door.

I stand still.

I hear them coming.

They scream my name.

I see blood.

They dig their fingernails into my flesh.

Deeper.

And deeper.

I feel weak.

They laugh.

My eyes are closing.

I feel sleepy.

I see a red light.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

My eyes are closed.

I think I am dead.

Silence.

I open my eyes.

I find myself in a small dark room.

The lights are off.

I see a small red light.

Blink.
Saturday, July 11, 2009