Games you are playing

[Sampson]

Oh, Siliconera...how I yearn for you, how I LIVE for you...

Every day of my existence is spent upon the protruding belly of a sumo wrestler in a sauna, searching the succulent folds of flesh for but a single shred of your life story.

And what will happen when I do find your life story? Then I shall yearn for your true appearance, the image you've kept hidden away in the omnipotent lunarian's chastity belt.

Groping through the flesh, I feel something, perhaps a slice of cheese, or a tuna fish sandwich. I close my eyes and pull it out. I sigh in relief, for it is you, or, to be more specific, the story of you.

Lights of every color imaginable dance before my eyes, and I feel myself lifting from my body. I do not fret, for I know I am being sent before you, Siliconera.

I close my eyes, perhaps because the light is blinding me. I hear your voice, and it is all around me. I open my eyes and the light is still there, as terrible and painful as before.

I listen to every word you say. I hear you tell me that I cannot see you, for I am not worthy. Tears flow from my nay-seeing eyes, for I am saddened by this unfortunate change in events.

And then you tell me that, despite my unworthiness, that I should be happy, for none have made it this far yet. I feel a tender hand stroke my left arm, and I shudder in innocent glee.

Then I feel my soul fall back into my body, but I am no longer in the sauna with the sweating sumo wrestler. I am in a field of flowers, their aroma blissful, their beauty overwhelming.

But still, such sensations feel so dull now, for everything is dark and dreary when compared to you.

I walk through the seemingly never-ending field of flowers, and soon a girl is in sight. Her hair is of a pure silver, and it flows over her bare torso. Even though her silver locks partially cover her groin, I can still see a cold, metallic belt.

She is perhaps the one true being that can still look somewhat beautiful, now that I've met you, Siliconera.

I chase after her, and she runs away. Our running speeds are eternally equal. But that does not matter. I will find you, I truly will.

I run, never tiring, through the flowery field, ever searching for your image, Siliconera.

Edit: Never mind, the images loaded...*cries*

[Kimiko]

[Maxine MagicFox]

[Rodger]

[Rain]

[scy]

[Riseatrance]

Scy:

19:22:46 (superaielman) LA2 is depressing enough news.

I share this man's sentiments.

I'm still going to pick it up for the trainwreck factor.

[scy]

[Sampson]

[ZetaBladeX13]

* Bomberman 64 [N64] (went from 68 to 110 gold cards )

* Monster Hunter 3 (Tri-) [Wii]

[Kinokokao]

EARTHBOUND MOTHERFUCKERS HELL YEAH ON MY WAY TO THREED BABYYYYYYY

[Rain]

*Half-Life 2

I'm in Highway 17. Ravenholm wasn't too bad, now that I think about it.

[scy]

Oh look, Trauma Team .

[spoiler]
wtf happened to Rena?


"GOOOOOOOOOOOO"


...who the fuck are these other people?


Title Translation: NEVER COMING TO AMERICA[/spoiler]

[ZetaBladeX13]

[scy]