Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Half-Life, and faulty RPGs sticking in the wall.

INVADER PANTS

I have no farking clue what this one was a bout, but it involved coffee, cakes, campus (shopping) carts and Eddie and Psymon from SSX tricky, as well as Jorenko and I, and a few unknown people.

Wondering where Falco went? Wonder no more. Here’s a hint:

Snowboarding.

That’s right, kiddies! It’s yet another horrific games collision from the twisted dreams of Schroe – SSB Tricky.

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It was fun, I swear.

I had a dream. This is the second time I’ve had this dream. I know this. But this time, it finished. I think.

Once again, my mother had taken me to some sort of hospital. I’m there to get a physical. The nurses all say I’m there for a physical. I’ve never gone to the HOSPITAL for a physical, just the doctor’s office, but it’s my mom taking me here, so I don’t question it.

The nurse has all sorts of numbers on her desk, all printed on big plastic things. There’s so many people here . . . we’re given the number 99, and told to go look for it. So we walk around this massive room. It’s like a library, it’s fully of things and stuff, books and tapes, maps and toys. The bookshelves move in some places to open up to new areas. All around us, numbers. Ever increasing numbers. We got to about 87, then mom decided we go around the other side. Was it mom, or was it me?

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Let’s assume for a brief moment that I believe the world revolves around me.

That would mean that I would be trying to get people to love me, not telling them to fuck off.

White Boe Dies

It’s not that I enjoy talking to walls . . . it’s that I enjoy convincing the wall that it’s a floor.

I had a dream that Jorenko and I were in a hotel, a four story hotel, trying to find room 433. We climbed the stairs to floor four, as the numbers usually start with whatever floor their on, and we find that floor four has two digit numbered doors, and they start with 5 (we walked up to 57 at first.) We walk a floor below, and find the entire place is wooden, and there’s toys everywhere, but no doors. There stairs were a giant jumble.

The end.

I had a dream that I was at my grandmother’s house, but it was her old kitchen, the one she had before she had it remodeled. I was cooking/cleaning there for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and, for some reason it was Ettin. (Human, so Paul, I guess.) And he was shorter than me. I gave him snacks to munch on while he waited for whatever he was waiting for. Ah, we were waiting for Jorenko to return.

Once Jorenko arrived, we played some sort of game, and Ettin kept score on a piece of paper. He scanned it to make copies on the wrong scanner. The scanner he used was reserved for the school. (I don’t know.)

Later, we went outside. My family was there, The total group outside was Ettin, Jorenko, me (whoever I was.) Schroe (Amanda Schroeder), Aunt E, Mother, Grandmother, and a few others that were in a group to the side. This is what made me realize that the view I had was not through the eyes of Amanda Schroeder.

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I had a dream I was a character in an RPG, one of the party. The story started in a small village (as they all do) Where villains within where tossed over the gates in such a manner that they became were beasts once outside.

Josh , someone I went to high school with, was in this dream as an honest farmer blamed for the murder of a mill worker. He was thrown over the gates.

A group of fur traders from the north came into the village to sell furs. They were selling them cheap, so everyone went to look the best furs. While looking in the pile, I noticed a few of the furs had man-like faces, but distorted to look like an animal.

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Last night I had a dream that Gordon Freeman, Junior Soprano, and I were escaping some sort of gated community, and we hitched a ride on some electric commuter train. They had set up wooden planks in the tunnel to knock us off if we didn’t duck. I was the only one who made it.

Dreams last night:
1. A pikmin controlling a team of Olimers
2. Burgling a rich neighborhood in a half-life map, using only crossbows.
3. Working at a Pikmin Golf Pro-Shop

I had a dream with a lot of Indian taxi drivers, an Arabic traveling salesman, and . . . pikmin?! It had pikmin in it. I remember how it started now . .
I was running around a pikmin simulation, collecting things, and the Arabic traveling salesman came by. All my friends took off their pikmin suits and ran to buy “Toffic,” whatever the hell that was. The bus the salesman had had signs with “TOFFIC TOFFIC TOFFIC” over the top. So we all got in line at the side, and when it was my turn, they were out of Toffic. So I bought Parasite Eve for Gamecube from him instead. He tried to sell me Pikmin as well, but I already had it. I also paid for some Toffic and he said he’d leave me a plate when he left. So I ran off to talk to my friends, and when he left, I got my Toffic, which was mashed potatoes, rice, and icing-coated pastries. Wild rice, the long grain stuff, not white rice.

*insert Ohio State/Michigan football jokes here*
Mary: Hey isn’t Amanda going to an art institute soon?
Tom: Yeah, the Art Institute of Chicago.
Mary: How’s their football team? HAW HAW!
Tom: They haven’t finished drawing it yet! HAW HAW HAW!

(editors note: I never attended or applied for the Art Institute, I was duped by a degree mill)

Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

He’s more of a tiny green elephant, really. No relation to the Snorks.

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Schroe Dot Org (04.17.56): Hatt to your left!
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.00): Cheetah to your right!
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.01): eh?
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.06): I see.
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.07): The geckos are behind you!
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.10): RUN OR FIGHT!
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.13): right.
Schroe Dot Org (04.19.43): * Cheetah eats you

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Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

More underwater creature shenanigans.

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Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

Ettin had a shitty internet connection.

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Jorenko says I should make JFGPC using a full sheet of the Juno sprites.

A high school teacher once said to me, “Teenagers don’t have REAL problems.” I never believed a word of it. All problems are real, at the time that they occur. Looking back, we may laugh on some of the things we’ve done, though we may not have been laughing at the time. Just like now, when we disgrace a national tragedy with a poorly executed historical fiction based on it, it will be done with current events … But these national things, as important as they are … bear no relevance to us. The pressure put on by peers is what is important now. The daily goals we set when we’re young are great things, and will change when the time is right. You have no idea how great it is to not have to deal with other people surrounding you, people you may or may not like, people with similar or dissimilar interests. But you will know, and that’s the best thing about it. When you go to college, at least you’ll be with people who are like-minded, rather than just the people who may live around you.

Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

When he was 12 or so, Ettin actually attempted to make everyone on IRC think he’d died in a car accident by trying to get someone to pretend they read an article in the newspaper about it. This comic makes him look more clever than he actually was about it.

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