Quick! Click on this link before you read the poem!
http://i.imgur.com/crcei.jpg
Morning After a Stormy Night
I gaze upon the crumbled tower;
I feel my dog down at my side.
I truly think it is a wonder
how we survived that stormy night.
The shepherds gather up their sheep
and go to find another field.
What they have left behind is mine to keep,
Nobody's there to make me yield.
But that's the life of one like me,
The dirty life of a dirty thief.
They exile me because of morals,
they murder us for our beliefs.
But I have met a furry partner
And the joker he will be called.
He has a habit of killing sheep,
and always eating those he'd mauled.
Nobody will ever understands us,
but I don't think they see the light,
of the perfect duo in this painting,
the man and dog down on the right.
I wrote this with the crumbling tower and the guy in the corner with his dog. Please give constructive criticism! :D
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Tree-Punching Adventure of JD
You won't see many Minecraft related posts, I swear.
The low quality, pixelated JD warped in to the vast world before him. He just spent $22 to go into this world, and he was going to make it worth every penny. He read all the wikis, mastered the art of the crafting table, and has probably read every tweet that Notch has ever posted. He was ready to play Minecraft.
He had learned throughout many past experiences and parodies that the first thing you must do is punch trees to get log blocks. I can't punch that, he thought, It's a tree. So against all of his prior logic and knowledge, he repeatedly slugged at the tree. Success. A perfect cube of log fell out of the tree. Now only a few more times, and he can build a house.
Hours later, as the sun went down, he had completed a modest one-room house with an attic and basement. He was about to lay down and call it a day, when an unfamiliar voice called to him. Nervous, JD looked out the window to see who the visitor was. He was a six foot tall, top-heavy, four-legged monster in a dull shade of green.
"Hey JD," the strange fellow said, "This... is a very nice... house... you have here. It would be a shhhhhaame if something were to happen to it..."
His S's were long and dragged out like a hiss. His voice was a silly one, but his appearance made up for it in creepiness. As he finished his sentence, he flashed into a bright white, then exploded.
GAME OVER, JD's screen read, his score was somehow &e0.
"Oh well," JD sighed, "Back to Gears 3!"
The low quality, pixelated JD warped in to the vast world before him. He just spent $22 to go into this world, and he was going to make it worth every penny. He read all the wikis, mastered the art of the crafting table, and has probably read every tweet that Notch has ever posted. He was ready to play Minecraft.
He had learned throughout many past experiences and parodies that the first thing you must do is punch trees to get log blocks. I can't punch that, he thought, It's a tree. So against all of his prior logic and knowledge, he repeatedly slugged at the tree. Success. A perfect cube of log fell out of the tree. Now only a few more times, and he can build a house.
Hours later, as the sun went down, he had completed a modest one-room house with an attic and basement. He was about to lay down and call it a day, when an unfamiliar voice called to him. Nervous, JD looked out the window to see who the visitor was. He was a six foot tall, top-heavy, four-legged monster in a dull shade of green.
"Hey JD," the strange fellow said, "This... is a very nice... house... you have here. It would be a shhhhhaame if something were to happen to it..."
His S's were long and dragged out like a hiss. His voice was a silly one, but his appearance made up for it in creepiness. As he finished his sentence, he flashed into a bright white, then exploded.
GAME OVER, JD's screen read, his score was somehow &e0.
"Oh well," JD sighed, "Back to Gears 3!"
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