This was an assignment from my Creative Writing class to write a story or poem about where we would be 5 years from now, When he said it didn't have to be real or serious, I knew that something amusing was about to come. I think it did, but you'll have to judge for yourself.
It's been 5 Years since we all met. Me, Kim, George, Ryan, Joe, Ken, and Phil. In fact, we're all still together!
In an Insane Asylum.
I went crazy trying to play Dance Dance Revolution. I just couldn't beat anyone. It drove me insane. INSANE, INSANE I TELL YOU!!! Um...ok. I'm good now. Anyways, I also went insane from bunnies. Yes, bunnies. They nibble at your flesh like you're a carrot until your intestines fall out! They're eeeeeeeeeeeevilll!!!!
Kim actually wound up becoming a famous artist. She had many galleries all around the U.S. and was widely known for the most part, at least among the art world. That's the way it was, until her paintings turned sadistic. She kept claiming that they were prophecies of the future and that armageddon was upon us. Now, she's in the pretty padded cell with me.
George, after Kim was put into the asylum, went insane without her around. He began to concentrate all his time on Dance Dance Revolution, and, without Kim around, every minute of his time was spent on Dance Dance Revolution. Now he's in a straightjacket with us in our pad. They put him in here to keep him sane because Kim was here too, and he still, to this day, does Afronova, by memory, in the cell at least 15 times a day.
Phil is one of the more serious cases in our cell. He speaks nothing but japscat (Oh yeah, she's an ugly girl!), but he does scream "OH MY GOD!" on the top of his lungs from time to time. They also put him in here because he became obsessed with driving. His mother filed over 20 missing persons complaints because Phil kept getting purpously lost just for the rush of trying to find his way back.
Ryan is an odd case, indeed. He never shuts up now. He never talked much, although he did participate in conversations, but eventually, with all of us admitted, he really didn't have too many chances to talk, and the silence eventually drove him insane. He tries to kick down the walls with his 4 types of martial arts from time to time, but then they shoot stuff into his arm and he goes to sleep.
Joe is now convinced that he IS Gitaroo Man. He keeps claiming that if we don't behave, he'll blast us all with his guitar. He never got a chance to beat the game before he was admitted to the asylum, and its made him even more crazy. Him and I are actually really close. I think that, if he were sane, he might like me a little bit, but whenever him and I get to talking, he claims I must learn the ways of the Gitaroo. But I just can't learn! Bunnies, its the bunnies!
So, now you ask, what about Ken? Well, Ken was insane to begin with =P. He did eventually get admitted here though. He has permanent brain damage from smashing, purpously, into trees. He also plays DDR with George and Me sometimes. The only word he says is "Steakhouse."
We have Ska music constantly playing in our cell to soothe us. Without it, we get realllllllllllllly happy! Sometimes, me, Kim, Joe, and Phil headbang to the songs!
