“It's a trap!”
Tiger Woods*
Today I noticed
ads for the PS4. Just like the WiiU I will not buy for it for quite
some time after its release to wait for more games to come out.
Thought the WiiU also had a design flaw of a 3 hour battery life in
its controller. Some company released a battery pack to fix that
problem though. Still whatever. I also played Advance Wars more
today. The game got a bit more complicated and Operation: Build Loads
and Loads of Tanks isn't quite working as much anymore.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Soul
Photography
Flash!
Snapshot! Pan-zooooooommmmm...and in one last angle change...there!
With the images I got I'm saying that Mrs. Herald is one heck of a
girl. Oh, not in a good way. Like in the bad way. In the sort of way
that if you were in the same office as her when you got home from
work you'd call your best friend and complain about her. Your friend
would like it mostly because Mrs. Herald would be annoying enough of
a person in so many ways to comparable to someone at your friends
work that your friend could start complaining about the annoying
person they know. So you two could spend all night bonding over
comparing the two extremely annoying people you know.
That's what my
magic camera told me. With enough pictures of various situations of a
person's life from various angles I can project their personality and
the essence of their soul. A bit of an upgrade over the paper tests.
Neat huh?
The purpose of
my camera? Well I'll give you a hint...my name is unpronounceable in
your language. Not enough? Okay...I'm a spirit of the afterlife. Give
up? I'm the guy who helps judge a soul for the afterlife! Since my
pictures can determine personality and essence of soul(when developed
they make these very interesting colorful images that kinda look like
a tie-dye shirt mixed with whipped cream) that the Greater Spirits of
the afterlife can use to determine divine punishment.
Don't worry
about Mrs. Herald. Even though she's an incredibly annoying person
she won't receive any extremely bad punishment. She'll get something
appropriate. She'll probably be annoyed for a century to pay for all
the times she's annoyed people then she'll be sent to the place with
all the fluffy clouds. (I'll call it that because that's the best way
you mortals will understand pure bliss without your brains
exploding).
Anyway I'll be
taking your picture now.
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