I'll get to the boss after a decent amount of aggrivation (Not extremely, though) only to notice that one of their attacks does a huge amount of damage and is unblockable.
And then I remember that I can slide on the ground.
You know, for English Class.
the issues with this:
I can't stop using the phrase "Raining Assholes"
I don't write stories well
It's hard to write using the theory of omission.
Hell, it's hard to write without being verbose.
anyone got any suggestions?
FUCKING JUDGES. IF THEY TOOK POINTS OFF FOR THE KID THROWING UP, I WILL GUT EVER SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
Now to the sane part of my blog. Today was Festival, so me, my GF, and fortysomthing other kids took an hour bus ride up half a state to go play for judges. As stated, one of our bassists threw up halfway through, though we had to keep playing. We ended up HALF A FUCKING POINT AWAY from Gold. Again. Fucking fuckers. But we were playing harder music this time.
I had like half an hour to move all the shit off the outside. They didn't even give any advance warning, it was just like "sup we're powerwashing btch" and here we are.
...for my Cyndaquil. Got any suggestions?