Whatever Deetsy wants, he’s gonna get it

Today is the worst day for sleeping in, being lazy, and hating the sun. It’s just a shit day for my usual (non)operations all around, thanks to someone double-daring me to make something on the internet. So here it goes, and here I go, and here we are.

I’m two smokes into this post and still nothing. I’ve been constantly PM’d by a friend of mine, a right dangerous chap named Kilroy del Dancefighter Estallion the First*. In this PM, he told me of his incredible plans to make huge amounts of money, about how he went to the mall and fought some guys in Third Strike, and then asked if he could write in my blog, all while I was setting up the blog. I can’t multitask past two things at once, so naturally I’m replying to him while smoking and there goes my memory limit.

Somehow, this thing’s gonna be about video games. I’ve had a secret love of things about video games since a long time ago, back before words like ‘blogosphere’ and ‘muggle’ were coined. But thanks to willpower-draining mummy-vampires and the dark machinations of the Secret Government of Underground Alaska, I’ve never really been able to do much about affecting the world around me.

(I guess it doesn’t help that I turned down an offer to write for The Gamer’s Quarter that one time due to thinking my writing ability was super-noobish, but I’ll learn one day.)

So, anyway, here I go again, with a new crew consisting of someone I was talking to as I made this blog and a pack of American Spirits I was smoking, ready to completely win the internet for real this time. Will we succeed? Will I forget to post every so often like some folk?