How your life plays out.

Mine plays out like a story, when I word it this way. Wake up, go have some Mountain Dew. Eat Salami Sandwich. Go to computer. Sit down. Log on to forums. Have a great day, participating in a text adventure, where I have to figure out where that +rep came from. I never win the game, but I can come close.

For Weekdays:
Wake up. Have some Mountain Dew. Eat Salami Sandwich. Get out of house to bus. Go to Uni. Have a fairly boring day. Come back at home. Rest of above events from the words, 'log on.'

Not a very good story, but what does yours play out like? A general day, or an epic ballad?

Depends. Like a cartoon. Some **** is boring filler, and sometimes it's awesome. Hardly an "epic" though, just me derping on Dark Souls or a meme website where I waste my time.

You just made me lose "the game," but I won't hold that against you.

A good summary of my life is, "Think about Dark Souls PvP tactics all day, check forums for new replies/PvP tactics, go play some Dark Souls PvP."

Normal day: Wake up, lay in bed for a half-hour, get the frost off of my car, go to college, come back, homework, PS3, log in to the forums, and sleep.

Weekend: I wake up in the morning from my average dream of saving the world of zombies and have a sudden thirst in my throat. I look over towards my alarm clock and realize I slept in as it is 8 in the morning. "Not a bad night sleep" I think to myself as I pull the sheets off of my body and onto the rest of my bed. I, of course, do not even bother to do my bed because at the mere thought of doing it, my bed does itself because of my ability of telekinesis.

After I have gotten out of my bed and in to my average armor with a cape I head to my kitchen to rummage through my fridge looking for something to drink. Water? No, that only furthers my thirst for another liquid. Milk? I think to myself for a second, do I really, on this wonderful day, want to drink a beverage that sometimes tastes to sweet? No! My thoughts drifted back towards what to drink out of my fridge. Until I finally find what I want, root beer.

Yes the liquid of that only a bold Norse God would enjoy, I plunge my hand into the fridge and pull out the cold beverage and snap open the can. Did it explode like it would normally on a bad day? No, a small array of bubble leaked out of it as I took my mouth over the top of the can and sucked the leaked liquid out of the top of the can.

It was in this moment of my taste buds enjoying the sweet taste of the root beer that my stomach let out a roar that woke up my neighbors. Food. I needed something to appease this beast that I had just awoken and I had already known what I wanted, chicken. With my other free hand I grabbed the bag of chicken that I had gotten from Wal-Mart and threw it all on the plate. I knew that the only way I could stop the bear inside of me from roaring out again was to eat all of it.

I set it down in front of me and another question entered my mind. Cold or warm? Warm, obviously I didn't want the bear, that I had just recently named Demonbrandt, getting sick of food poisoning. I threw it in my microwave and waited for the chicken heat up. The wait went quicker than my mind had thought it would, as the microwave made loud *beep* telling me that my food was ready. I took it out and looked at it for a quick second. "Food made for a God" I thought to myself before letting Demonbrandt take over and indulge itself in it's bearish needs.

The rest of that glorious day consisted of me invading in the Royal Wood of the Dark Souls DLC owning the new players, providing me with a safe sense of security in myself. In the midst of the carnage of other players, I had finally felt what it was like to be Cthulhu as players knelt in praise before me before I ended their lives. I once again knew what it was like to feel like a demi-god since my last reincarnation as the great Hercules from the Greek Mythos.

TL;DR I eat too much.

GrinTwist wrote:Normal day: Wake up, lay in bed for a half-hour, get the frost off of my car, go to college, come back, homework, PS3, log in to the forums, and sleep.

Weekend: I wake up in the morning from my average dream of saving the world of zombies and have a sudden thirst in my throat. I look over towards my alarm clock and realize I slept in as it is 8 in the morning. "Not a bad night sleep" I think to myself as I pull the sheets off of my body and onto the rest of my bed. I, of course, do not even bother to do my bed because at the mere thought of doing it, my bed does itself because of my ability of telekinesis.

After I have gotten out of my bed and in to my average armor with a cape I head to my kitchen to rummage through my fridge looking for something to drink. Water? No, that only furthers my thirst for another liquid. Milk? I think to myself for a second, do I really, on this wonderful day, want to drink a beverage that sometimes tastes to sweet? No! My thoughts drifted back towards what to drink out of my fridge. Until I finally find what I want, root beer.

Yes the liquid of that only a bold Norse God would enjoy, I plunge my hand into the fridge and pull out the cold beverage and snap open the can. Did it explode like it would normally on a bad day? No, a small array of bubble leaked out of it as I took my mouth over the top of the can and sucked the leaked liquid out of the top of the can.

It was in this moment of my taste buds enjoying the sweet taste of the root beer that my stomach let out a roar that woke up my neighbors. Food. I needed something to appease this beast that I had just awoken and I had already known what I wanted, chicken. With my other free hand I grabbed the bag of chicken that I had gotten from Wal-Mart and threw it all on the plate. I knew that the only way I could stop the bear inside of me from roaring out again was to eat all of it.

I set it down in front of me and another question entered my mind. Cold or warm? Warm, obviously I didn't want the bear, that I had just recently named Demonbrandt, getting sick of food poisoning. I threw it in my microwave and waited for the chicken heat up. The wait went quicker than my mind had thought it would, as the microwave made loud *beep* telling me that my food was ready. I took it out and looked at it for a quick second. "Food made for a God" I thought to myself before letting Demonbrandt take over and indulge itself in it's bearish needs.

The rest of that glorious day consisted of me invading in the Royal Wood of the Dark Souls DLC owning the new players, providing me with a safe sense of security in myself. In the midst of the carnage of other players, I had finally felt what it was like to be Cthulhu as players knelt in praise before me before I ended their lives. I once again knew what it was like to feel like a demi-god since my last reincarnation as the great Hercules from the Greek Mythos.

TL;DR I eat too much.

So you're a god now? And you wanted to be a chief, and now you are a Greek God? I need the power of telikinesis, to get me out of bed. If I knew I could, I would sleep in all day.

RenegadeCop wrote:

GrinTwist wrote:Normal day: Wake up, lay in bed for a half-hour, get the frost off of my car, go to college, come back, homework, PS3, log in to the forums, and sleep.

Weekend: I wake up in the morning from my average dream of saving the world of zombies and have a sudden thirst in my throat. I look over towards my alarm clock and realize I slept in as it is 8 in the morning. "Not a bad night sleep" I think to myself as I pull the sheets off of my body and onto the rest of my bed. I, of course, do not even bother to do my bed because at the mere thought of doing it, my bed does itself because of my ability of telekinesis.

After I have gotten out of my bed and in to my average armor with a cape I head to my kitchen to rummage through my fridge looking for something to drink. Water? No, that only furthers my thirst for another liquid. Milk? I think to myself for a second, do I really, on this wonderful day, want to drink a beverage that sometimes tastes to sweet? No! My thoughts drifted back towards what to drink out of my fridge. Until I finally find what I want, root beer.

Yes the liquid of that only a bold Norse God would enjoy, I plunge my hand into the fridge and pull out the cold beverage and snap open the can. Did it explode like it would normally on a bad day? No, a small array of bubble leaked out of it as I took my mouth over the top of the can and sucked the leaked liquid out of the top of the can.

It was in this moment of my taste buds enjoying the sweet taste of the root beer that my stomach let out a roar that woke up my neighbors. Food. I needed something to appease this beast that I had just awoken and I had already known what I wanted, chicken. With my other free hand I grabbed the bag of chicken that I had gotten from Wal-Mart and threw it all on the plate. I knew that the only way I could stop the bear inside of me from roaring out again was to eat all of it.

I set it down in front of me and another question entered my mind. Cold or warm? Warm, obviously I didn't want the bear, that I had just recently named Demonbrandt, getting sick of food poisoning. I threw it in my microwave and waited for the chicken heat up. The wait went quicker than my mind had thought it would, as the microwave made loud *beep* telling me that my food was ready. I took it out and looked at it for a quick second. "Food made for a God" I thought to myself before letting Demonbrandt take over and indulge itself in it's bearish needs.

The rest of that glorious day consisted of me invading in the Royal Wood of the Dark Souls DLC owning the new players, providing me with a safe sense of security in myself. In the midst of the carnage of other players, I had finally felt what it was like to be Cthulhu as players knelt in praise before me before I ended their lives. I once again knew what it was like to feel like a demi-god since my last reincarnation as the great Hercules from the Greek Mythos.

TL;DR I eat too much.

So you're a god now? And you wanted to be a chief, and now you are a Greek God? I need the power of telikinesis, to get me out of bed. If I knew I could, I would sleep in all day.

I can only summon these power on days when I don't have to do anything at all, I am like you too. I just have powers on Saturdays.

Saturday is the day which I don't have to drink Mountain Dew to get me out of bed. Im like, 'oh yeah, it's saturday, time to do nothing productive at all!' A.K.A. Be on these very forums all day.

It's always a great day to kick back and do nothing. I don't think anyone can blame you with that logic either.

Like the sims. Feels need X. Address need X.

Wake up, take a hot bath (yep), go to work in a call centre, come home, eat dinner, play dark souls, go to bed.

It's getting boring but I really have the energy or drive to do anything else after work.

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