My Witty Brilliance

It's 4 am, and the morning air is cool and crisp like summer watermelon. For the past 2 hours, I have been lying in my bed, unable to sleep... which is unusal, as it IS late...and I had signed off Final Fantasy XI earlier in what I thought was weariness taking over. Now I wish I had stayed on a little longer...

Wow... I hadn't realized how sad my life was until I read what I just wrote. That's right: FFXI is and has been my life lately. Needless to say, my social vein has long been bled dry, declared dead, and buried in room for a fabricated online existence; a world in which names like "Mrbiginpants" and "Yourmom" are just as dignified and simultaneously insignificant as any other.

*Mrbiginpants readies Pentathrust on Yourmom*
*Yourmom is defeated by Mrbiginpants*

Ok... so maybe they are not very "dignified" personas, but they sure roam the cyber reality with their characters' heads held upright (betraying little of the annoying grinning faces of their users, whom I imagine, are perpetually chuckling at their seeming display of witty brilliance). If only when I slap their characters with mine, the stinging pain can travel up their overwrought fingertips and settle on their sun-deprived, pimply cheeks...

*Bubba slaps Mrbiginpants and Yourmom*
*Mrbiginpants and Yourmom are defeated by Bubba*

--I grin at the thought, my pale and pimply cheeks stretching to bare my shiny retainers.