8 am: Good morning world! It’s a beautiful day in Pacland as usual. Think I’ll have a pacdot sandwich for breakfast. Mustn’t kill my appetite though. Have to “pac” in a lot of pacdots at work today. That’s quite funny. “Pac” in! Must remember to tell that to guys at work.
9.30 am: Pac-baby is getting older. At breakfast today, he said his first word . “Pac Pac!” I’m so proud of him. Pepper started crying. Pepper’s my wife. We met a long time ago , the typical office romance. I heard that a certain “Ms. Pacman” was joining and it was love at first sight. Of course, it wasn’t easy. The guys at work were all trying to woo her, chasing here, there and anywhere. But finally, she gave in. If you ask her about it now, she gives a standard reply, “It’s always been you, Packy. You ought to know that.” On my way to work now. Click here to continue reading ‘A day in the life of PACMAN’
8 am: Morning finds me with a headache, whereas last night had found me molesting mushrooms with Luigi. I think at some point we wandered over to Peach’s palace as well, thanks to Yoshi and his fetish for midnight walks. Luigi, as usual, told me to head on home after we were done squeezing out fireballs from the roof (Yeah. Fireballs, baby! It’s like having firework guns stuck into our arms! On account of being videogame characters and all that).
We don’t normally link to videos here but this was just too funnily fantastic to be ignored.
Now the only thing to do is to get a hot girlfriend. Because if one of us was to do this… everyone else would be busy puking. Hmm… Maybe that would make a good video too!
The evening was a blot on the name of evenings. Nothing eveningy about it. Horns and neighbours blared from the outside. Inside, the editor wiped his brow and gestured animatedly at the empty wall as he spoke the last few word into his cellphone.
“Yes, do that. Keep an eye on those. Those are hot these days.”
Across him, the reporter shifted his weight from one side of the chair to the other. He had the looks of someone about the change the course of world history. The editor’s urgent wait-one-more-second hand gestures were proving less and less effective with each passing second. Click here to continue reading ‘Microsoft + Hitachi = Power’
He looked at the stark landscape in front of him. Giant, crumbling blocks of stone lay in front of him, once perhaps beautiful, but decayed now, into twisted shapes and rotted into grotesque colours. The looming stacks of stones, lined up in row after jumbled row like mismatched teeth seemed to leer at him. Where was he? Brian looked around, wondering what had happened to him, where he was, and how he got here.
Since he wasn’t the hero of the story, he didn’t have a chance to go exploring, and have all sorts of wonderful adventures, and discover the true meaning of life, the universe, and mother’s home made apple pie. This wasn’t really that kind of story, and he really wasn’t hero material. Instead, what happened was really rather obvious.
omg that is really a great idea i probably wouldnt buy it becouse ive had a bad experience with games from movies or comic books but this just might turn me...
8 am: Good morning world! It’s a beautiful day in Pacland as usual. Think I’ll have a pacdot sandwich for breakfast. Mustn’t kill my appetite though. Have to “pac” in a lot of pacdots at work today. That’s quite funny. “Pac” in! Must remember to tell that to guys at work.
8 am: Morning finds me with a headache, whereas last night had found me molesting mushrooms with Luigi. I think at some point we wandered over to Peach’s palace as well, thanks to Yoshi and his fetish for midnight walks. Luigi, as usual, told me to head on home after we were done squeezing out fireballs from the roof (Yeah. Fireballs, baby! It’s like having firework guns stuck into our arms! On account of being videogame characters and all that).
The evening was a blot on the name of evenings. Nothing eveningy about it. Horns and neighbours blared from the outside. Inside, the editor wiped his brow and gestured animatedly at the empty wall as he spoke the last few word into his cellphone.