Mega Man is really, REALLY annoying!

It is dawning on me how hazardous my ongoing dependence on Sean could prove to my health. I suspect he was putting one over on me when he said a certain game would be good for a beginner to practice with. Or perhaps I misheard him. Did he say Meta Man, or something? I certainly hope it was "or something" because I have been curled up in a fetal position (yes, it's apparently possible to play a video game in a fetal position) trying to complete this thing for the past 72 hours. Nothing could make me put the controller down; food, sleep, bathroom breaks, all were nothing to me. Yes, I'm a little ripe just now.

I will spare you the pungent expletives with which I assailed my innocent television and simply take issue (calm, cool, collected issue, if at all possible) with those infernal red lunchbox-headed critters on their pogo sticks. Confounded cretins! The so-called Mega Man is weak sauce to their double extra spicy barbecue glaze. And what a fool this Mega Fellow is! Clearly the pogo-things are at a great physical disadvantage as they are extremely top-heavy and hop about upon a single appendage. Simply topple them, you Mega Dolt! But noooo. Self-annihilation is vastly preferable to a tiny shove from the blue man. And don't get me started on that yellow "I will throw bits of myself at you until you die but I will never run out of myself" sandman.

Unfortunately, and here's the real problem, I spent so much time attempting to finish this thoroughly evil game (I never made it past Deconstructionism Man) that I missed the deadline for my game altogether. So, very likely this will be the last the world will ever hear from me. This blog, I mean. Hardly a legacy the likes of War and Peace. More like Fruit and Nuts.