Well, I helped The Hulk shut down his "diary" today. Rather sad about the whole thing, really, but the comedy well has been running kind of dry of late, and with Arnold in power, nothing else is remotely funny. Not that I will focus my energies to become a political blogger or anything. I'll probably continue to whinge about the same old crap. That's my style.
Someone want to finish this for me?
Thursday, 4AM. The phone in my pocket is vibrating and I know it's Kate asking where the fuck I am, but the hail of bullets over my head is preventing me updating her. I check the ammo left - four rounds for five baddies. It's save the planet time and I'm coming up short.
Next to me, Takeshi's coughing up blood. Bastard opted to try some of his kung-fu shit against the mob of angry Russians toting some upgraded firepower that, last I heard, was supposed to still be in a lab the Navy had in the desert.
I catch my breath and...
It's not the best, but I sort of like the opening. Maybe it'll be part of NaNoWriMo, which I'm debating being part of this year.
Someone want to finish this for me?
Thursday, 4AM. The phone in my pocket is vibrating and I know it's Kate asking where the fuck I am, but the hail of bullets over my head is preventing me updating her. I check the ammo left - four rounds for five baddies. It's save the planet time and I'm coming up short.
Next to me, Takeshi's coughing up blood. Bastard opted to try some of his kung-fu shit against the mob of angry Russians toting some upgraded firepower that, last I heard, was supposed to still be in a lab the Navy had in the desert.
I catch my breath and...
It's not the best, but I sort of like the opening. Maybe it'll be part of NaNoWriMo, which I'm debating being part of this year.
