Hey everyone (anyone?)…
I know I said I would render the map in the previous post, and mark my words I will. The reason I haven’t done that so far is a long and epic tale that would take hours for me to type and therefore would be unreasonable for me to tell you…
… so naturally I’ll tell you anyway.
The truth is, a minute after I finished writing the post and submitting the image; I sat at my website’s home page and gazed at the whithered shadow of my former glory, and a tear rolled down my cheek. While I toiled in despair over the injustice of my newly discovered lack of recognition it occurred to me that much effort would have to be exerted by me in order to climb the jagged terrain of the mountainous climb that would lead to the metaphorical nirvana of greatness.
It was at this moment of discovery that a band of ninja abducted me from my computer chair. Strangely, I was caught by surprise, which is unusual for me because I’m constantly on the watch; never leaving myself open to impending ninja attacks, or god forbid pirates.
Due to being caught by surprise, I only managed to kill 6 of the 10 ninja who ambushed me at my desk. At one point I literally tore out one of the ninja’s esophagus and stabbed another ninja in the groin with it. He then exploded into a million pieces because that’s what happens if you stab a ninja in the groin.
Unfortunately I was bested by one ninja who was a woman, and revealed to me her enormous supple breasts. Taken by them, I immediately blew a load in my pants, which killed three additional ninja, but left me incapacitated long enough for them to tie me up. I blacked out after that because generally speaking I can’t move for several hours after an “event”… and by “event” I mean exploding love juice all over the place. Also, if you didn’t realize it by now, the former means I make my posts without wearing pants, which is true.
I woke up hours later in a cove surrounded by lava sharks. This ended up being to my advantage because if you know me, you know that lava sharks and I have a natural bond in which I can command them to kill anything anywhere ever.
The ninja, being adept at concealing themselves adequately hid somewhere in the cove, which was useless because I was now on alert. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my “gun” to make sure everything was still functioning properly. To my joy, everything was, and I knew then that I had a feasible weapon in which to wallop the ninja with.
*due to how wildly inappropriate the next part is, you should probably not read it if you are under the age of 60… and if you’re over the age of 60 you’ll probably die of a heart attack, so.. yeah…*
I began flailing my gun around wildly and screaming all sorts of profanities. I haven’t said any profanities yet so thus far this post is pg… so in respect of that… FUCK.
The ninja were clever however, and didn’t fall for this ruse. They ended up sending in pirates to stop me from flailing, and due to the sheer awesomeness of having ninjas and pirates in the room with lava sharks surrounding me, I turned into a woman.
Now I know by now you guys probably think I’m making this up, but I swear it’s all true. Why else would I not have posted the map by now? Well, I’ll get to that.
Because I turned into a woman, suddenly the manly enemy couldn’t handle my natural beauty, so they sent in my sworn enemy…
… a robot.
I did everything within my power to “turn on” this robot, but it didn’t seem to matter. It didn’t matter what angle I would present my body, even after killing the rest of the band.
The robot inquired upon a condition in which I could return to my former manliness and granting my freedom once more. Luckily I’m a bastard and while the robot was inquiring, I shit in it’s exhaust pipe. Shortly thereafter the robot “died”.
I turned back into a man somewhere between here and the next part.
I then began my journey home where I found myself in the middle of the inner city at night. A bum approached me and asked for change. I told him I didn’t have any cash and apologized for not helping him. As I walked away he started to yell because I stole all of his clothes so quickly he didn’t realize it happened mid-conversation. Since I hate loud noises, I shattered his knee cap with a sack of grapes. it took longer than you might think.
That may seem really mean, and it was, but as I said earlier I’m always on the lookout for ninja attacks, which allows me to be a huge ass and beat up people out on the street who are obviously not ninja. This includes you, the reader.
I’ll finish my explanation later, for I’m tired now…