?Unknown Episode - Part 5

[davidn]

Sorry about that last chapter. Let's erase that bit of history and try again.

Also contains the classic "Nageki rap" verbal slip moment, and the word "bastard".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PozfeTCLIhM

0:10 Clever insight
1:35 Heartless bastard
3:05 A little more clear
3:25 Christmas chorus
4:10 Collapse
5:10 Inconvenient and rude
5:35 Hermit
7:00 What's ahead
8:10 I only dream in black and white
9:35 Nageki's rap
10:50 Snarkegi
11:35 Bang clang crash
11:55 Reunion
14:30 March of destruction

Comments

[xaq.livejournal.com]

I'd also like to apologize for that last chapter. I'm flattered by everyone's comments about how I delivered Ryouta's lines, but I still feel I owe everyone an apology for hitting the heartstrings a bit harder than intended.

[davidn]

You played them like a decorated piano!

[davidn]

Hmm. Actually the decorated piano wasn't played - that was the point.
Poor analogy.
Poor analogy.

[premchaia_pre4]

“The Recursive Picture Book”

Once, there was a picture book about a piano. It showed the piano decorated with lots of gemstones. It showed how no one cared about the piano's sound. Everyone praised the picture book for being properly analogous. “What a well-written picture book,” they said. “How analogous its story is!”

One day, a skull who'd read the picture book decided he'd make an analogy of his own. “I don't need to make an entire picture book for this,” he said. So he didn't. He put his analogy in a comment, and posted it. But when he went back to read the comment, the analogy looked bad, and more bad, and wrong. The analogy tried to plead with the skull to save it. But the skull couldn't hear it. He posted another comment, and the new comment tore the analogy apart. Poor analogy. Poor analogy.

[premchaia_pre4]

“The Recursive Picture Book”

Once, there was a comment about an analogy. It told how the analogy was about a picture book. It told how the analogy was torn apart. It was a good comment, but it wanted to be a picture book. “The Recursive Picture Book”, it said.

The comment knew deep in its heart that it had no pictures. So the comment waited on the page. It waited and waited. It waited for thousands and thousands of milliseconds. But no one came to give it any pictures. It saw a picture of a skull, and a picture of a dragon, and it was sad. It knew it would never have any pictures of its own. It kept waiting until the server lights burned out in the sky and it fell into darkness. Poor comment. Poor comment.

[premchaia_pre4]

“The Recursive Picture Book”

Once, there was a comment about a comment. It told how the comment was about an analogy. It told how the comment really wanted to be a picture book instead. “The Recursive Picture Book”, it said.

The new comment wanted to be a picture book too. But it knew that if it were made a picture book, the first comment would probably be made one too. Then the new comment would be lying about the first one. Everyone would shun it for lying, and it would be deleted.

So instead, the new comment turned its gaze up to the comment that was being written about it. They weren't the same! If it couldn't be a picture book, the comment wanted to be a fixed point. But it couldn't be. Because it was about an analogy. The comment got very angry. It reached up with a cleaver and [][][][][][]happily ever after. What a good comment. What a good comment.

[xaq.livejournal.com]

Indeed...after that particular picture book that sounds more like an insult! D:

[xaq.livejournal.com]

"The Stolen Picture Book"

Once upon a time, there were a pair of thieves. The thieves loved Christmas. They loved it so much, they stole it from everybody else, so they could have it all to themselves.

One day, they saw a gigantic, beautiful Christmas Tree. It was so pretty! They decided they had to have it, but it was inside of a giant, locked building.

And so, the thieves decided they would blow up the building, and got a tank. The tank made a big noise, and blew up the building...but in their overeagerness, the thieves blew up the tree as well.

They oopsed. They were very sad the tree went boom.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

[lupineangel.livejournal.com]

"The Meta-Referentially Worried Picture Book"

Once upon a time, there was a werewolf and his friends. His friends played a game involving pigeons, and everyone really enjoyed it. They enjoyed the voice acting. They enjoyed the costumes the characters wore. They enjoyed the bizarre storylines.

Then the werewolf noticed something. His friends began to say lines said by characters in the game. Each time, the lines would change slightly, so they became about a different subject. The werewolf's friends noticed this, and made the subject relate to previous posts. Eventually, entire conversations became parodies made out of lines from the game.

Then the werewolf noticed that he was doing it too.

Poor sanity.
Poor sanity.

D.F.

[kjorteo]

We have a winner! :D

[kjorteo]

 

[premchaia_pre4]

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[kjorteo]

"The Kjorteo's Brain Picture Book"

Once upon a time, there was a Kjorteo's brain. Then, that Kjorteo started playing Hatoful Boyfriend, and his brain broke.

Poor brain.
Poor brain.