Staying Up Too Late Does Weird Things to Your Mind

So, the other day, Blaze, my sister, and I had a sleepover. It was pretty average, except for the fact that we stayed up until like 3 A.M. At one point, we got really bored and decided to play Writing Telephone.

Basically, Writing Telephone works like this: you get a group of three or more people, and choose someone to go first. This person writes one or two sentences to start it off, then folds the top of the paper down so that only the last written line is visible. Then you pass it to the next person, who adds onto the visible words, then folds it again, and passes it to the next person.

This is our first late-night game of Writing Telephone:

Once, there was a random girl. Her name was Clarice and she loved to bake. So she made a double deckered cake. It was so delicious, everyone went home early. But it didn't matter. They had to because of the huge elephant that had come into the house and eaten ALL THE COOKIES. Darn it, Kirby. Why do you have to eat everything? Go get on your Warp Star already. Now he got REALLY jellous! (This is direct from the page, by the way. Not everyone can be as good of a speller as I am.) And da fly took all the balloons. How did the fly manage it? I don't know. Anyhow, he got away from the cat. And never ate tofu again. "Aw, man," said Mark. "I love tofu." "Well," said PBG, "I can't think of anything better." And he walked off to make another video.

Think that's weird? How about the second one?

Once upon a year, PBG was making a video. Unlike his usual self, it was about the hottest new celebrities. (By 'hottest' I meant 'most popular'. I think I neglected to explain this to the others.) Including his least favorite -- Mily Cirus. (Taken straight from the text, in case you forgot. Misspellings at 3 A.M., I think, are excusable.) Ginga Ninja suddenly came in, listening to Wrecking ball and singing along to Jingle Bells. It didn't fit the mood, because it wasn't Christmas. But, you know, whatever floats your goat.
"Sorry, I don't have a goat that floats."
PBG was frustrated, now that he was drowning. He tried to say, "Curse you, Perry!" but it sounded more like "Blurg, blurrrrp!" because of the water.
"Now, give me my information!" he yelled.
"Never!" And the reocurring fly jumped off the cliff.
"No! Fly! Whyyyyyyyy?!" shouted PBG.
"So you can get to the other side!" Markiplier had no response. So he went looking for a blacksmith.
"WHERE'S THE BLACKSMITH!?" he asked. Then Hulk showed up.
"HULK SMASH!!!!" he yelled out to them. But they fly grabbed him and saved the day. "Wait," said PBG, "I thought he jumped off the cliff."
"Why would he do something stupid like that?!"
"... Because he's an idiot." she answered.
"Aren't they all idiots?"  asked Black Mage.
"Mostly idiods." replied Lassie.
"That explains everything!" Steve exclaimed. "Too bad this was all a dream," said Rainbow.
"Oh NOOO!! It was only a dream!!" Rainbow screemed.
"Well, shut up, then," said the fly, clearly annoyed. Then he flew away.



So there they are, spelling mistakes and all. It occurs to me that we had recently been playing Tomodachi Life, a game for the Nintendo DS that is almost impossible to explain. It's sort of a cross between Animal Crossing and The Sims. We played a bit too much of it, if you ask me. It stemmed a lot of this.

You think this is funny? Well, good. 'Cause it is. Looking forward to having some fun next week. If you haven't heard that I won't be here, go read the post titled "I love you guys" because it explains it in detail.

Working on The Super some more, this time it's actually going to be from The Super's point of view!! I'm excited again!! I've told you enough times that I just love this. All of it. This whole thing, right here. The blog, the comic, you guys, the whole shebang.

           Thanks again for just existing,
                       PolarFarina