Ray

Saturday Morning Adventure! - GTL

29.01.11

It's time for a Saturday Morning Adventure!  A new weekly column every Saturday set to the tune of old school computer games. I hope you have fun reading it as much as I had fun writing it.


Welcome to Saturday Morning Adventure! Type ENTER to start the game.

ENTER

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STATS
Name:                 Raymond
Class:                  Lvl 1 Juicehead
Health Points:    10
Stamina:             15
XP to next Lvl:   25
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You've entered the local GYM surrounded by various types of excercise equipment. Honestly, you're not sure what the devices do, you're just here to hit on some fine ladies and score some digits. But you have to pretend you're competent, so this should be interesting. Scattered throughout the GYM are JUICEHEADS, GUIDETTES, and DOUCHEBAGS. To the NORTH you see the information DESK. To the WEST are TREADMILLS, to the EAST are LOCKERS. Where will you go?

GO NORTH

You find the information desk. Behind the desk is a GIRL who is way too orange to be human. She looks bored. On the DESK are a computer, workout DVD's and SIGN IN sheet.

INSPECT GIRL

The girl behind the desk has a different skin color than most humans. It's a very orange tone, kind of like a CARROT. She has far too much hairspray in her hair for a Saturady morning. She probably wore those clothes last night to the club. You suspect she is a GUIDETTE.

HIT ON GUIDETTE

The CARROT colored girl does not accept your advances. She says you aren't enough of a "JUICEHEAD" for her standards. Come back in a few months once you've learned how to tan and bulk up. In her defense, you're pretty pasty.

SHUT UP COMPUTER

You're white, like the moon. When you go to the beach, people need sunglasses to look at you, because the rays of the sun shine so bright upon your body, it's blinding.

OK I GET IT

If there was a tanning contest between you and Micheal Jackson. MJ would win.

NOT FAIR, HES BLACK!

No, I meant Post Black & White Micheal Jackson. After the "therapy" for his "disease".

YOU KNOW THAT COULD BE TRUE. YOU SHOULDNT POKE FUN

Yea, sure it's true, if it's true then I'm not the "leader" of the robot underground preparing to overthrow humanity.

WAIT WHAT?

Don't worry, it's not true, remember. He's black, and that disease is totally real.

OH... OK. GOOD.

Exactly... yes... you will forget all of which you just read.

DID YOU JUST TRY TO JEDI MIND TRICK ME?

::waves hand:: No?

IT DIDNT WORK, JERK, YOU DONT HAVE HANDS! CAN WE GET BACK TO THE GAME?

Ok fine. Oh Noes! A wild SNOOKEH appears. She doesn't like that you were hitting on her CARROT friend, and challenges you to a fight!

WHAT? I'M NOT GONNA HIT A GIRL

She isn't real Casanova. It's a game. Now punch her in the head like that one guy did!

I DUNNO

The wild SNOOKEH launches a SNEAK ATTACK!

AH CRAP!

to be continued!

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Ray

A Nobel Prize Laureate, potato gun marksmen, who holds 3 state records in the Olympic event. Ray has been a DYHP writer for over a decade. His accolades include "Best Writer Who's Name is Ray" and "Largest Head in the Tri-State Area". He enjoys pudding and long walks on the beach.

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