• I am not like other girls. I think that's a safe assumption. Frankly, I would much rather play some adventure video game than talk about "boyfriends" and gossip. Ugh! Anyway, as I was saying....
    " Die! Die die die! Bwahahaha!". This is a typical Ashland-War Call. After this I turn my head completely around and stare at you with my glazed, red eyes. Scary. This happens anytime I play a video game with a sword. Or gun. Or lightsaber. Or baseball bat. Or even when I play "Fluffy Poodle Puppy in Magic-Land". Hey, I'm not afraid to drive that puppy's go-cart righ over the edge of a cliff. What's going to happen? Are the "fluffy Poodle Puppy in Magic-Land" fans going to come after me? Oh, I can see it now: A mob of pig-tailed little eight year olds chasing me with their Barbies afire.
    Shoot, now I can't stop giggling.
    When I play video games, no matter how bad the graphics are or if the "weapon" is actually a fluffy puppy, I WILL find a way to make it more...fun. Shouting is a good way to do this. And, another plus to having your body used as a home for the leftover demons from down there (no, not Australia), is that I have won every video game I've ever played.Apparently the "crazed controller-wielding psychotic" thing really works for me.
    So, if you are ever having a hard time with a game, just invite the forces of darkness to take over your body. But not really. Then I might get sued.