So playing my two typical characters (Wolf and Lucario… you think there is a trend here?) I got annoyed at loosing and getting no kills against Ike (chris) King Dedede (Anthony) and pikachu (Adam) I went back to my first character Pit! I owned somehow. I say it was the level but whatever, I owned.
So after some rounds of that, we went to our made up level called the Time Chamber (DBZ anyone) which only has one exit out of the level, and you typically get shot out of it at mach fifty, so no chance in hell coming back. Plus only one life. We began to make the losers drink these nasty ass drinks. The two losers would have to drink while the winners would laugh. Which we did! Chris and Anthony lost the first round, in which we all laughed our asses off for about ten minutes.
Second round it was Anthony and Chris who lost, but Anthony and I did taste the drink which they were to drink. It was a grape tootsie nasty thing.
For all you to know, I was the one making the drinks. Finally the third round was something none of us wanted to loose, because I made something very nasty that smelt like salad dressing vomit.
So battling our little hearts out, Adam was the first one to be smash out of the time chamber, by me! So first loser who had to drink the mutated drink!
Chris and Anthony were only left, including myself who knew what was in the drink and did not want to put that in my mouth and kill my tongue. So I fought hard against Anthony as Chris was hanging back waiting. Again I managed to smash Anthony out of the level, making him the second loser, and the next to drink my evil thing. Fyi Anthony tasted the drink before hand, so he knew what it already meant and was getting very sick over the idea of having to put the rest in his mouth.
Finally I beat Chris as well ( I was determined!) so I was victor. If you notice throughout my rant, I never drank a thing! I was always a winner! See I was determined to a whole new level.
So Adam have to drink first, and when he put it in his mouth, he threw up. I was quite proud of my demented self. Twisted I be.
With all that in thought, it was about 11:30pm when we stopped playing that game, and just let the boys nurse their quaking bellies. Chris and I came home at one. So the comic was pushed into two days so it would be updated on time.
And that is my rant! I am still proud of myself.
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