WHIGMI? Episode 4: Something Random
June 20, 2005 – 8:30 PM PST
Ryan sat there tapping his fingers on his desk. His characters had been unusually quiet since the last college term came to a close, and he had lately been trying so desperately to get himself back into order while he had time on his hands. Schedules, commitments, work… On top of that, his mind was so full of ideas and projects to bring into reality that all required the physical will he now lacked.
In short, he was suffering from “Summer Brain-Fry and Fatigue”
At this point, Ryan was about to fall asleep from his desperation-induced depression when Mout/Cephas tapped him on the shoulder.
“Wassup?”
“Nyeh.” Ryan swatted the Dragoon away, “I wanna do stuff… but I don’t want to at the same time…”
“That bad, eh?”
“Yeh…” Ryan lowered his head to his desk and lay motionless for a while. Then he started banging his head on the table.
“That… isn’t… helping…” Mout/Cephas said dizzily. He grabbed Ryan by the head and sat his creator up, “If that’s your definition of getting yourself back in order, you need a new brain.”
“That’s exactly what I need, Ceph…” Ryan moaned, crawling into his bed and burrowed himself into a blanket, “I’m fried.”
“Like that chicken you just ate…” Mout/Cephas smirked.
The treasured stash of 2001 model Bionicle Action figures on Ryan’s shelf started gibbering amongst themselves. The 2002 Models (sans the Bohrok) looked annoyed and began tapping on the shelf above them… LOUDLY.
Mout/Cephas watched the chaos as the two sets of models argued, whilst the Turaga models were desperately trying to calm the two sides down… He then looked at Ryan’s Custom Model of Mout and smirked. The custom returned the smirk, flew down from its shelf and just hovered there in full view of the arguing toys.
The two arguing sides looked at the custom model with a strange bewilderment for a few moments, then started tossing small plastic disks from the nearby pile of parts at the custom.
The custom squealed and grabbed a disk in mid-air, throwing it back and bowled all the toys in one shot.
“SQUEE!”
”ehowheeyow!”
Mout/Cephas was having a ball watching all this as the toys quickly began rearranging themselves and continuing their attack.
Finally, a stray plastic disk bean’d Ryan on the head.
“Guys… How many times do I have to say this…” Ryan picked up the little plastic disc.
The toys skittered back to their positions.
“Wait until the camera’s off…”
All the toys had anime sweat-drops when Ryan pointed out the camera.
Smirking, Ryan began typing the little event… much to the dismay of his toys.
Ryan sat there tapping his fingers on his desk. His characters had been unusually quiet since the last college term came to a close, and he had lately been trying so desperately to get himself back into order while he had time on his hands. Schedules, commitments, work… On top of that, his mind was so full of ideas and projects to bring into reality that all required the physical will he now lacked.
In short, he was suffering from “Summer Brain-Fry and Fatigue”
At this point, Ryan was about to fall asleep from his desperation-induced depression when Mout/Cephas tapped him on the shoulder.
“Wassup?”
“Nyeh.” Ryan swatted the Dragoon away, “I wanna do stuff… but I don’t want to at the same time…”
“That bad, eh?”
“Yeh…” Ryan lowered his head to his desk and lay motionless for a while. Then he started banging his head on the table.
“That… isn’t… helping…” Mout/Cephas said dizzily. He grabbed Ryan by the head and sat his creator up, “If that’s your definition of getting yourself back in order, you need a new brain.”
“That’s exactly what I need, Ceph…” Ryan moaned, crawling into his bed and burrowed himself into a blanket, “I’m fried.”
“Like that chicken you just ate…” Mout/Cephas smirked.
The treasured stash of 2001 model Bionicle Action figures on Ryan’s shelf started gibbering amongst themselves. The 2002 Models (sans the Bohrok) looked annoyed and began tapping on the shelf above them… LOUDLY.
Mout/Cephas watched the chaos as the two sets of models argued, whilst the Turaga models were desperately trying to calm the two sides down… He then looked at Ryan’s Custom Model of Mout and smirked. The custom returned the smirk, flew down from its shelf and just hovered there in full view of the arguing toys.
The two arguing sides looked at the custom model with a strange bewilderment for a few moments, then started tossing small plastic disks from the nearby pile of parts at the custom.
The custom squealed and grabbed a disk in mid-air, throwing it back and bowled all the toys in one shot.
“SQUEE!”
”ehowheeyow!”
Mout/Cephas was having a ball watching all this as the toys quickly began rearranging themselves and continuing their attack.
Finally, a stray plastic disk bean’d Ryan on the head.
“Guys… How many times do I have to say this…” Ryan picked up the little plastic disc.
The toys skittered back to their positions.
“Wait until the camera’s off…”
All the toys had anime sweat-drops when Ryan pointed out the camera.
Smirking, Ryan began typing the little event… much to the dismay of his toys.
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