Showing posts with label Xavier Sidious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Xavier Sidious. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

SOCIALISM/APOCALYPSE HERE WE COME

I'm so disappointed in you America. You elected an atheist commie liberal, and soon we'll be waiting in line with our food tickets and wishing we had some shoes. Or a Taco Bell. Or some money and a Taco Bell so that we could legitimately buy delicious mexican cuisine at bargain-bin prices (does food actually have a bargain-bin, or just those big carts for the stale bread?).

Instead of focusing on the dysmal future ahead of us, I'm going to focus on the dysmal future of our 1950's selves and begin telling you guys all about my adventures in the non-fiction action-RPG Fallout 3, which is based on a true story.

First, we'll explore the childhoods of both myself, Grizzly Slate, as well as that insidious evil-doer Xavier Sidious, and the shocking similarities between them. Which you can look forward to next update.

Monday, January 12, 2009

More Logging (with some adventure thrown in)

Well, I didn't update yesterday because I was busy, but to make up for it I've got the longest and final chapter. Tell my tale to the world, because I told it to you and I'm tired of everyone asking to hear my story when I tell them I have a story to tell them.
The Great Logging Adventure, Part the Last
Based on a true story

Recap:  [stupid joke in which I insult you for being lazy and forgetful]


From behind his back, the bear pulled a smoke bomb! I leaped into the air, hatchet ready to strike it, but I didn't connect. When the smoke cleared the bear was gone, as was Xavier Sidious. I sighed and searched the room for the hidden button, and wasn't surprised to find one of the bricks responded to my touch. I pressed it fully, and the hidden door at the back of the room slid open. Inside, Xavier Sidious was preparing to fly out of a skylight to freedom on a jetpack!
I quickly, and painfully, extracted the hunting rifle from my rectum, and took aim. The stench made me pull back, though, and my adversary began soaring towards the skylight. I fired as best I could from the hip, narrowly grazing his leg, when finally a shot connected with the jetpack, and it exploded as the fuel inside ignited. Finally, the bastard was gone! Never to terrorized the Earth with his philanthropic rampages again.
Or so I thought. I grabbed a spare jetpack from the jetpack locker (I shudder to imagine the thought of his cyborg bears should they have ever been given the gift of flight) and gracefully floated through the skylight. I was confused as I entered the darkness of the forest; had our battle taken an entire day? Or had I wandered around in the dark corridor for longer than previously thought?
My answer came as the sun reappeared from behind a cloud- it was still low in the East. Then it hit me: Xavier Sidious' zeppelin! It exuded cloud-like puffs of smoke to provide cover from anti-air fire, the crafty devil. He had probably called it here to pick him up, unaware that he would be dead soon. I began dancing victoriously, when I heard a great rumble, before a voice from beyond the smoke.
"I wouldn't celebrate so soon, Ssssslate!" he said, like a German snake. Suddenly the belly of the beast poked through the smoke, and on its sides were giant gatling cannons! I blasted off in my jetpack just in time to see the ground under me erupt as millions of bullets tore into it. Against the light tan canvas of the airship I could see a brown speck. As I got closer, it got clearer, until I could clearly make out the form of a bear, hanging precariously from the airship's exterior by its claw.
I hurriedly sped towards it, intent on saving the noble creature, bionic freak or not. At first it swatted at me with its free claw, but after the thin cloth gave way a bit and it plummetted a few inches it was too preoccupied to mind me as I flew in and latched onto it. I performed a dangerous maneuver, strapping the jetpack to his stomach (this probably looked a bit like man-on-bear-on-zeppelin action, and I can't honestly say that it didn't turn me on), and then gave him a tug away from the airship.
His claw came loose, and we fell for a few panicked seconds before the bear pulled up, and I realized I was mounted on a flying bear. I now fondly regard this as the high point of my life. At the time, though, there was not a moment for thinking. The bear brought us in close to the balloon, and I chopped ineffectually at the skin with my hatchet, until I realized that the supports were thin enough to cut through.
I hacked through the skeletal structure like a long, thin tree, and in moments the airship was barely afloat. The bear brought us down to the driver's cabin and haphazrdly crashed through the large front window. He contined through and out the back wall, but I was knocked from his back. I barely managed to grab the edge of the window pane, and pulled myself up with my manly Lumberjack strength. Inside, Xavier Sidious stood, an angry look on his face. Also, he apparently wasn't dead, because he was blinking and breathing.
"So, Grizzly, I see you're still alive." he said. He was twirling his mustache, except he didn't have one, so it was sort of like he was tweaking an imaginary nipple on his face.
"I might say the same about you." I said, cool and not giggling at his nipple-tweaking.
"Why are you giggling?" he asked for some reason, "Bah! It doesn't matter." Realizing he had missed a great one-liner opportunity, he added "Oh... eh, I guess you'll die laughing!"
I didn't have my hatchet, so I punched him in the face, which put a stop to his stupid mustache-twirling. He hit the floor with an 'oomph', and then smiled as he produced a small panel with a button on it from his pocket.
"Goodbye, Slate!" he shouted as he pressed the button. I could have kicked the button out of his hands but I was kind of curious and, to be honest, I didn't want to embaress the guy. He had already died once today, so I figured he wouldn't kill himself, but lo and behold, the airship exploded. At first I thought I had died and I was in Hell because it was so hot, but then I realized I was still alive as the flames died away behind me.
I felt a strange sensation, and I realized what it was when I turned around to face the ground- I was falling. I figured I was dead, and I wrote a will in my head, but I realized no one would be able to read it so instead I remembered the awesome moments, like the time I attacked a zeppelin on a bear with a jetpack.
Suddenly something collided with me, and I thought I was in heaven for a second because all I could feel was soft and fuzzy, but then I realized I was still alive as the earth began to grow far again. The bear had rescued me!
We soared around in the air for awhile, cherishing the moment, before we landed. I patted him on the head and he licked my face, and for a second I contemplated licking his face back and seeing if he (or she) was just being formal, or was propositioning me, but I figured bear-human sex might be dangerous. I think they bite off each other's heads afterwards or something.
After we parted for the last time, I found my way back to the mighty Cedar I had felled, only to find it gone! In the snow was my axe, with a small note taped on.

Dear Grizzly, 

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have outwitted you again. I look forward to our next duel, and while it would probably be wise if I led you to believe that I was indeed dead so that you wouldn't meddle in my evil charitable ventures any further, it wouldn't be very villainy if I did that, so I'm alive and well!

I wondered how he had survived both the jetpack and airship explosions, but I saw the answer at the bottom of the note.

P.S. Those were just holograms that you killed. Like I said before I'm alive and nothing has changed, etcetera, I have to go bake some evil pies for some orphans.

I flung my arms into the air, fell to my knees, and cursed the heavens for robbing me of my mighty catch. Then I stood up and chopped down a different tree, and when I got home I told everyone about it on my bLog.

THE END

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Further Adventure (prominently featuring logging)

Well I just got back from seeing Gran Torino today, and it was a good movie. Clint Eastwood needs to star in an action movie where he growls his enemies to death.

The Great Logging Adventure,  Part the Third
As told by Charles Dickens. Nah, just kidding.

Recap: I was in the woods and some stuff happened and then I found this thing.

I looked under the trapdoor and saw a pit. A deep pit, and since the sun was just beginning to climb above the trees, I couldn't see what was inside. I contemplated shouting down to see if there was anyone in it, but then I realized that that was a stupid idea. Instead, I slowly lowered myself in and then let go because how deep could it really be?
It could be very deep, which it was. Were it nor for my great Lumberjack fortitude, I might have broken an ankle or perhaps my bedroom performance might be poorer (Ladies, I am available), but it would have taken a much deeper pit to stop me.
I stumbled around in the darkness for a few moments, until I stopped hitting a wall and realized I was in some type of corrider. I tripped over something soft and hairy, but I couldn't find it again after I returned to my feet. Stalwart, I continued in the general direction I figured I had been heading in.
I turned a corner, and was bathed in a dim green flourescent light. It was spilling through a doorway at the end of the corrider. Inside the room I heard the whir of a buzzsaw and the tear-inducing whinny of an innocent woodland creature (one of the only things that can bring a Lumberjack to tears), this one of a bear. A single tear slid down my cheek.
I tightly gripped my hatchet and charged into the room, because fuck stealth. Inside were horrors too horrific to describe, so I won't, but believe me, they were freaky (You must be so creeped out right now).
"We meet again, Grizzly Slate!" He said like a Bond Villain. "I see you're still growing that disgusting face-mat. I don't suppose you've dropped the fake American accent?" (for the sake of story-telling imagine that I am Liam Neeson, but with a rugged beard and a completely authentic American accent).
"Doctor Xavier Sidious? I should have suspected." I said in my deep, sultry, manly voice. "How long do you expect your... creations...." I gestured to the horrific things around the room (seriously creepy shit you don't even wanna' know) ,"To let you torture them before they turn on you? Have you gone mad?"
"I don't know." he said, in his unmistakably german accent (he is a nazi, I'm pretty sure I mentioned it) "I don't keep my pets for very long. After I have made sure they are sufficient killing machines, I sell them to the highest bidder! Soon men will no longer have to die for the petty wims of mad politicians! By sacrificing a few bears, I will save countless human lives, and hopefully make enough money to finance further philanthropic causes!" he said, very evil-ly.
"Not if I can help it." I said, and sprang into action. Before I could chop his evil head off with my trusty hatchet, I heard a heavy growling behind me, and turned to find the bear I had encountered in the forest, and tripped over on the way to Dr. Sidious' lair!
Also suddenly, the bear revealed a hidden weapon. He had been hiding, behind his back the entire time, a-

CLIFFHANGER

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Years on down the road, you will remember this.

So this is a blog, eh? Spiffy.

I guess I'll be writing shit down on here, and then you guys will read it and somewhere in there somebody sends me a large check or something (that's how it was explained to me I think).

Alright, now if you're here than it means you probably want to learn about my opinions and my mind-blowing insights on stuff (cupcakes are delicious),  so go ahead. Ask me anything.

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What the fuck? Internet you are disgusting. From here on out, I'll do all the talking and you, Internet, will do the listening, okay? Seriously, that was gross.

Now, let's get right on with this sexy blog. If anyone of you currently non-existant readers didn't know, some guy got shot on a BART station on Sunday (January 4th) by one of the cops they have there after he was resisting arrest.

Here's the story from an actual news site:

Also this is a YouTube video of the whole thing, captured on somebody's cellpohone:


It just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, if this were some Steven Segal movie and the guy was a witness for the prosecution in a murder case against a criminal kingpin (whose name is Xavier Sidious) , and the officer was secretly working for him and recognized that the guy his fellow officers had restrained was the very same witness that was about to put his boss away for good, and then executed him to protect his boss, then it would make total sense.

I don't think that's happening, though, mainly because Steven Segal would have to have been there and then been framed, so that Xavier Sidious could force him to go do stuff (EVIL stuff), and none of the articles mentioned Segal's prescence. Also, the guy they shot was just a butcher at a supermarket so they probably could have made it look more like an accident than shooting him at a crowded BART station, like making it look like he tripped on a knife and then fell on another knife or something.

So anyways, I think what must have happened was that this guy was really stupid for a minute and thought that his gun was his taser and then he shot the already-restrained guy (I said he was really stupid for a minute shut up).

Of course, the guy was black, so the officer probably thought he had a gun as well as an extra arm with which to shoot it with hidden in his coat. You never can trust those blacks.

I'll see you next time I have something to say, or next week if that never happens (don't hold your breath).