I Am Not An Opheliac

Because, I am clearly not stalking you. :)

Well Hai.

I wrote a creepypasta. I'll post it because I'm a lazy-ass fuck and don't feel like uploading it to fanfiction.net or fyeahcreepypasta.blogspot.com

Ok here we go

 Me and my friend, Jenna, are huge fans of the Pokèmon series. Well, that part is obvious. Anyways, this story is not so much creepy as it is odd.

 Jenna had been on a Googling spree, and she had found something cool. It was something called 'Shimeji', which at first I thought was a mushroom, but instead, it was a downloadable computer application that allowed these little picture creatures to run around your desktop. Well, Jenna loved little pixel creatures, so she fell in love.

 While she played with her Shimeji, I played a copy of Pokèmon Crystal that I had recently obtained via eBay. No, it wasn't hacked or anything, don't worry.

 Jenna, loving little pixel creatures and Pokèmon, asked me a large request: to make all generation II Pokèmon, normal and shiny, for Shimeji. I knew this task would be impossible without the aid of someone, so Jenna volunteered to help me with it. That still didn't seem like an easy task, drawing anywhere from 10,542 to 12,550 frames of Pokèmon, but because Jenna was my best friend, I agreed to help her.

 Well, about two years and about $6,000 spent on Coca-Cola and Twinkies later, we finished. All 251 Pokèmon in shiny and non-shiny form, right there on her laptop. I beamed, Jenna clapped, and we both decided it was time.

 We started off with a basic Bulbasar. Everything functioned just right. Knowing this meant everything would work, since all we did was copy the scripting from the Bulbasaur to every other Pokèmon, but you know what, Shimeji was a bit fun, so just for the 'lulz', we ran all the Pokèmon. But not at the same time, Jenna's computer isn't that incredible.

 After all of the time we spent messing with Shimeji, we decided to take a break from the computer, and just play some good old fashioned Pokèmon Crystal. Jenna told me about how she was chain-breeding Totodiles to get a shiny. Now, knowing the chances were a bit over 8,000, I highly doubted she would get one any time soon, but I was wrong.

  I decided to watch her for a bit. She was riding on her bike to hatch the Totodile egg, racing back and fourth in some cave. She did this about 8 times, and the egg hatching animation followed. Out came a shiny Totodile.

 Jenna was extremely hyper the next two weeks. She didn't ever spend time on Crystal, though, she just turned it on every time she went on Shimeji, and played with the Shiny Totodile Shimeij, throwing it around a lot. Jenna never even bothered to turn her laptop off, just shut the lid. One day, I decided to ask her why she did this.

 She responded with a simple, "he likes to play," which for some reason made no sense to me whatsoever. She was so cryptic at times. I warned her about not ever shutting down a laptop, and I told her about the time my laptop overheated and crashed because I never shut it down, but she ignored me, absorbed in her Shimeji.

 The next day I came over, Jenna had just waken up. She flipped open the laptop, and the screen was blank. Nothing except for her cursor. After a while, she forced shutdown and sighed. She tried to turn it back on, but it refused to stay on after displaying an error message that said something about a fatal script error or something. After she closed the error, the laptop would shut off.

 I had forgotten about her Gameboy Color. It was shut down, even though the minute before her laptop crashed it was on, fully-juiced. She replaced the battery and turned it on. The normal startup screen, normal game introduction, normal save file. She rode her bike to a Pokècenter in the nearest town and healed Totodile, whose health was at 1. When she did, she saved her game, and turned her laptop on.

 Just like that, it started up. No error message, or nothing. She started up Shimeji, and a Notepad document appeared.

 "Welcome back, Jenna. I missed you."

South Dakota has a lot of Lutherans.

It's a nice place and all, but I mean SERIOUSLY. It's like wall-to-wall Lutheran churches. I saw a few episcopal ones, but we have those in Oklahoma. I have yet to see a Lutheran church down [or up, whichver one works for you] in OK.

This is my new blog

So yeah. I decided to start a blog a while back but never got to it until now. Well, here's to a hope of success in blogging, 'cause we all wanna be big fat fucking blogstars.

Anyways, on another note. I've been reading this webcomic called like... oh shit I forgot. Well, it's about a dog, a cat, and some other animals that work at a movie theater. I realise it's just furry drabble, but hey, I like what I like. Oh yeah! It's called Concession.