by The Next Dyvim Tvar » Wed Aug 27, 2008 12:38 pm
It's that time again. What time, you ask? Well, if you will allow me to do so in my own inimitable and disjointed manner, I will tell you what time it is. You see it's time for FOXHOUND to get a little bit of payback, in the old days it's true that FOXHOUND would just be happy to spend our days sipping Wild Cherry Pepsi by the pool of life and letting all the mundane problems pass us by. BUT NOT ANY LONGER! No, you see now we are FOXHOUND 2.0 and we have an "eye for an eye" outlook on life which is good for us, but bad for you DeM.
Now I know what you are thinking, you're thinking "But Dyvim, we didn't do anything wrong--in fact you have been randomly attacking and killing us for weeks. We are well within our rights to stomp you into the ground for this!"
And to this I respond "Don't start a sentance with the word but, it's tacky. And more to the point, don't question me because I'm fucking getting to the part where I explain what you have done wrong."
You see, this is about jigsaws and christmas. One particular christmas in particular, a christmas that I hold YOU (DeM) personally responsible for kiboshing! so let's take a trip back in time. A trip back to the christmas of NINETEEN EIGHTY EIGHT! I awake on this fine christmas morning, and I bound down the stairs of my house to be greeted by the tree and, more importantly, the treasure trove of gifts that rest beneath its plastic bough. I lay my excited young eyes upon these gifts and I rush them, I go straight for the biggest box that has "Dyvim" on the label, that's right that's my real name motherfuckers. I head straight for this box and I tear the wrapping on that bad boy wide open and THERE IT IS!! In glorious colour it says "THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS JIGSAW PUZZLE!!" this thing is amazing, it has the whole cast on the front, there's Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Ray Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Slimer and even ECTO I! All arrayed in this astonishing cornucopia of awesomeness that wowed my 6 year old mind.
So I opened the box emptied that sucker out onto the floor and WHAT THE FUCK!!! IT'S IN PIECES? I WAS HEARTBROKEN! I scrabbled around in the pieces like a tsunami survivor desperately searching the ruins of their home for some intact trinket of their past life!
I was confounded at every turn, does this piece go here? Does it go left? Does it go right? What if I turn it sideways?
Where is the corner piece?
Where is the corner piece?
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CORNER PIECE???
I couldn't do it, it just sat their taunting me as I wept in frustration. And you know who made this infernal contraption? This beast of the blackest pit of hell? "DEM Games"! That's right, I'm fucking on to you guys. You fuckers ruined christmas for me, do you hear me? RUINED IT! I haven't been able to enjoy a christmas since that harrowing day back in eighty-eight. That all ends today though! Today I excorcise my demons and today? DeM, today I. SOLVE. YOU
BOOYAH!!!!!!
Like John Leslie but without the Scottish accent and fractionally less rape allegations from Ulrika Jonsson.