Im posting this here incase I decide I want to change back :?



I'm so fikle.

I suck so much at the internet.

Don't worry, it'll soon be out of my system...

Aiai’s childhood was a happy one: a simple existence on his little desert plain, with his family around him. His days were filled with the simple pleasures that make life good, sitting in the shade and enjoying a nice banana on a drowsy afternoon. All was fine… until the day that they came.
Aiai now lived a cruel existence. He envied Baby, for this sick parody of existence was all he had ever known. Encased in a plastic ball made daily to perform for the promise of a single banana… on the track you tried to get what you could, going balls out into a string of floating yellow bananas only to have them disappear in a small yellow twinkle when they collided with the prison you carried around.
Many times Aiai had tried to end his life, rolling over the Fast Forward switch and flying headfirst into a twisting tunnel, trying to violently shake his brains to pieces before flying off the edge, only to find himself back where you started…
On rare occasions he was forced to partake in ‘games’ - the ferocious competition between two to four primates, driven mad by their cruel and unusual torture. Once it was over the performance no longer ended. The ‘victor’ was made to stand… throwing the trophy around before being made to injure themselves humorously with it. No more he said one day… no more…
He hurled the trophy at his captors and made a break for it. He was going to make it ! He would see those sunny plains again and join his family once more ! As the door came closer he could almost taste those juicy bananas…
Alack…
As Aiai went through that door his heart sank. He saw before him a long and winding path with moving platforms and he heard that sound, *shump*, and was once more enslaved…

I wrote it, I'll put it as many places as I like...

Ash and Pikachu walked through Viridian forest, the air was thick with the sweet scent of summer and a seductive breeze flowed through their hair.
‘Pika…’
Ash stared into Pikachu’s eyes and felt the raw animal passion in his loins. He was almost as charged as that yellow rat but was beginning to succumb to his urges.
‘But it’s so wrong, I’m taken.’
‘Pika ?’
‘Never…. But, he’ll never know…’
‘Pika-pi’
‘TAKE ME !’
And so they made a loving embrace, and rolled around the long grass, the site of many random encounters.

As they lay there, naked staring into each others eyes Ash felt the world shake and in the pit of his stomach he felt a deep seated dread.
‘Snorlax, please, it’s not what it looks like !’
‘Snoooooor-lax’
‘NO PIKACHU !’
Snorlax picked up the tiny Pikachu in his massive paws and choked it until its eyes went dead. The limp body fell to the floor like a ragdoll and Ash simply stared, the tears rolling down his cheeks…

BOOM BOOM! The sad tableau was disturbed by the sounds of gunfire as the mighty beast fell to the ground, clutching at his seeping head.
‘Wowsers’ said Ash ‘It’s Jesus with a shotgun !’
‘LOL, I know’ said Jesus knowingly…
‘You saved my life !’
‘LOL, I know, you’re mine now…’
And the happy couple skipped off into the sunset…

End.

We all know how Mr Miyamoto loves to put his mark on all his games, making sure they turn out just the way he wants them to.
Our favourite grandad likes to put his artistic vision into all his games, like all the stuff he stole from Miyazaki to put in Wind Waker, but how does he decide what to do.
It's easy ^_^
I was talking to him on MSN last night and I got him to E-Mail me his home made decision maker, where he puts down all his ideas and then lets lady luck, and a development team, do the rest.

What a genius, and look at his little face in there...

This could be the start of something, I might start doing my jornal, here's a picture for all of you with a lot of curiosity but not much sense...

A painting by Takashi Murakami, an artist I can appreciate.