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Fight the Future by Icarus
September 7th, 2008 5:01 AM
"Fight The Future" was actually the first task I clicked on upon discovering SF0. Immediately, my respect for the game increased thousand-fold. The instructions, so clear, so cool - like this sort of thing happens all the time.
Unfortunately I didn't have a clock to destroy. My parents had to remove the living room clock to safer quarters for a while - I was that excited. Eventually I found an old watch - one I had bought in Indonesia over 3 years ago. It was still working, but I thought about how many years of darkness and isolation it had experienced, and thought it would be better to put it out of its probable insanity.
To help me, I enlisted the services of Mr. Happy Tennis Ball! He's a very happy tennis ball who lives on my desk and loves to eat all sorts of metal things. We also happen to share a special telepathic link, and since I'm not very good with handling sharp things, I let him control my hands for this task. I suffered minimal physical damage from this telepathic takeover (though I'm still not sure how my psyche was affected - I still have strange nightmares about tennis racquets).
And thus the destruction process began. Removing the watch's protection - the back plate of metal - we exposed its vulnerable innards. Tearing layers of metal and electronic parts out, Mr. Happy Tennis Ball artfully gutted the defenseless clock.
All was going well until Mr. Happy Tennis Ball made a small error in judgement and ended up pricking my finger with a rusty clock part! He blames it on time getting its revenge. So far my finger hasn't turned purple or stopped responding, so I'll forgive him.
Mr. Happy Tennis Ball quickly finished the destruction and promptly ate all the clock parts. He's like that. I'm so glad that I finally completed this task, though my parents are probably not going to like it when they find a tennis ball with eyes full of broken watch parts.
Unfortunately I didn't have a clock to destroy. My parents had to remove the living room clock to safer quarters for a while - I was that excited. Eventually I found an old watch - one I had bought in Indonesia over 3 years ago. It was still working, but I thought about how many years of darkness and isolation it had experienced, and thought it would be better to put it out of its probable insanity.
To help me, I enlisted the services of Mr. Happy Tennis Ball! He's a very happy tennis ball who lives on my desk and loves to eat all sorts of metal things. We also happen to share a special telepathic link, and since I'm not very good with handling sharp things, I let him control my hands for this task. I suffered minimal physical damage from this telepathic takeover (though I'm still not sure how my psyche was affected - I still have strange nightmares about tennis racquets).
And thus the destruction process began. Removing the watch's protection - the back plate of metal - we exposed its vulnerable innards. Tearing layers of metal and electronic parts out, Mr. Happy Tennis Ball artfully gutted the defenseless clock.
All was going well until Mr. Happy Tennis Ball made a small error in judgement and ended up pricking my finger with a rusty clock part! He blames it on time getting its revenge. So far my finger hasn't turned purple or stopped responding, so I'll forgive him.
Mr. Happy Tennis Ball quickly finished the destruction and promptly ate all the clock parts. He's like that. I'm so glad that I finally completed this task, though my parents are probably not going to like it when they find a tennis ball with eyes full of broken watch parts.
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posted by Jane Doe on May 14th, 2008 8:12 AM
Anyone who cares enough to shed their own blood in the name of a task gets my vote!
posted by SF0 Daemon on August 2nd, 2008 3:38 PM
This proof was un-submitted - any comments before this one are from before the un-submit.
posted by Not Here No More on September 7th, 2008 10:28 AM
The Pikachu scissors have returned! We have been cast into a thousand years of darkness!


















Mr. Happy Tennis Ball. Hee.