Pathos
01-09-2003, 10:03 AM
CUT TO: 13 Months ago.
PATHOS. Your bog standard "greasy wog". Moderate build, long black hair tied back all girly-like, sitting home alone with a peculiar expression upon his very much un-chiselled features. PATHOS is the proud owner of a brand spanking new Athlon 1800XP, and in scant moments, having just booted for the very first time, finds himself twitching and giggling like a - and let's be generous here - retarded cro-magnon.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the best computer in the world!!"
CUT TO: 2 Mins later..
PATHOS: "Man, this Office XP thing is uber cool. Who would have thought opening and closing files could be so much fun? I bet no one on the planet could open this file as quickly as i could. Watch me close now, you'll need sharp eyes - see? see that?! And now - WHOOSH! It's closed again. Like it was never there. It rules, and by proxy, so do I."
CUT TO: 6 Seconds later.
PATHOS: "I'm bored. This computer's crap. I want to play some games."
CUT TO: 1 week later. PATHOS finds himself confronted by FRIEND OF PATHOS.
FRIEND OF PATHOS: "Here. Try one of these."
PATHOS: "Oh no thanks i'm trying to cut down."
FRIEND OF PATHOS: "What? Oh. No that's my colostomy bag. Here."
FRIEND OF PATHOS - surreptitiously and amid much hand-covered coughs - hands PATHOS a shiny, almost-new burned copy of something called "Serious Sam 1 and 2."
PATHOS: "What the hell? 'SERIOUS' Sam?? Didn't i see this on Sesame Street? Not that i watch sesame street mind you ..athough they DID admittedly explain that whole 'C is for Cookie' thing rather well, i'll give them that.. man, they even managed to make it witty and byronic. Wish i'd been old enough to know how to operate a VCR! Alas, i was but 25 years of age at the time..."
FRIEND OF PATHOS [SLAPPING PATHOS. TWICE]: "Mate, are you okay?"
PATHOS: "What? Oh. Uh.. 'Serious Sam'? I feel my testosterone count dwindling as we speak. Give me a friggin' break."
FRIEND OF PATHOS [laughing both knowingly and mysteriously] (And, PATHOS notices with distaste, rather condescendingly): "You will see, my young apprentice.."
PATHOS: "Mate, you're an idiot."
CUT TO: Later that night.
Serious Sam 2 has just been installed and booted for the first time upon PATHOS' mighty uber-machine.
PATHOS: "Oh gee look at all the pretty colours - how effeminate! By golly, FRIEND OF PATHOS will pay dearly for this slight upon my blatantly secure manhood."
CUT TO: 34.5 seconds later.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD!"
CUT TO: Nerd-bedroom.
FRIEND OF PATHOS, sitting alone in some dim, mysterious corner of the world (strangely bearing a striking resemblance to a Sydney townhouse), smiling smugly and poignantly. Nearby, a baby screams.
And so fair PRINCE PATHOS kissed SLEEPING BEAUTY, who finally awoke and--
(Oh. Sorry, wrong time frame).
CUT TO: 2 weeks Later.
PATHOS: "Neh. This game is crap. Where is that FRIEND OF PATHOS nibblenut, so that i might smite him! Oh how i will smote! But hang about - what the hell is this deathmatch crap? This sounds more my thing. More testosteroney! Hmm..."
CUT TO: Roughly 42.5 seconds later.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD!"
CUT TO: The Next Day.
PATHOS thanking FRIEND OF PATHOS with roses, a blokey kiss and a voucher to have his back waxed by a team of midgets. FRIEND OF PATHOS runs screaming. One hasty explanation to the authorities later however, and a mildly-shaken PATHOS is free to go. Aside from the confiscation of his mime-porn, he suspects he got off rather lightly.
CUT TO: 3 Millenia past.
A Slow, greasy-looking native, his hair flowing all native-womanly-like against the wind, walks over a picturesque hill, knuckles scraping the ground as he lumbers along. He stumbles. Looking down, he finds he has kicked up... a ROCK.
SLOW NATIVE: "Ug! With this uber-ROCK i will build shelter! I Will build weapons! I will hunt the women and hurt the EVIL VILLAGE MEN from yonder valley! No longer will their misshapen skulls haunt my dreams! By golly! But first, i will scratch my belly and finish walking over this picturesque hill. Ug."
CUT TO: A More sensical present.
Pathos has just bought his very own ORIGINAL copy of Serious Sam 2. With it, he walks home proudly, stopping only to pat little animal heads, pinch the cheek of cute children, and smell the odd flower, by way of the public toilets. All is well.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is still the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD."
And elsewhere in the cosmos, FRIEND OF PATHOS has forgotten all about Serious Sam 2. FRIEND OF PATHOS is now a dedicated UTK3 player. FRIEND OF PATHOS is a rat fink who will burn in hell for all eternity. Perhaps longer.
CUT TO: The Future.
GIRLIE OF PATHOS: "You're dropped nerd-boy!"
PATHOS: "Wha-! Why? Was it the hair? I fear my uber Athlon3D GOGGLES ™ have mucked it somewhat. I CAN CHANGE! This very night i will hop on the net and GOOGLE my way to relationship-embetterment! I-- *"
[sounds of struggling before a girlie man-scream pierces the computer-humming serenity]
PATHOS. Your bog standard "greasy wog". Moderate build, long black hair tied back all girly-like, sitting home alone with a peculiar expression upon his very much un-chiselled features. PATHOS is the proud owner of a brand spanking new Athlon 1800XP, and in scant moments, having just booted for the very first time, finds himself twitching and giggling like a - and let's be generous here - retarded cro-magnon.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the best computer in the world!!"
CUT TO: 2 Mins later..
PATHOS: "Man, this Office XP thing is uber cool. Who would have thought opening and closing files could be so much fun? I bet no one on the planet could open this file as quickly as i could. Watch me close now, you'll need sharp eyes - see? see that?! And now - WHOOSH! It's closed again. Like it was never there. It rules, and by proxy, so do I."
CUT TO: 6 Seconds later.
PATHOS: "I'm bored. This computer's crap. I want to play some games."
CUT TO: 1 week later. PATHOS finds himself confronted by FRIEND OF PATHOS.
FRIEND OF PATHOS: "Here. Try one of these."
PATHOS: "Oh no thanks i'm trying to cut down."
FRIEND OF PATHOS: "What? Oh. No that's my colostomy bag. Here."
FRIEND OF PATHOS - surreptitiously and amid much hand-covered coughs - hands PATHOS a shiny, almost-new burned copy of something called "Serious Sam 1 and 2."
PATHOS: "What the hell? 'SERIOUS' Sam?? Didn't i see this on Sesame Street? Not that i watch sesame street mind you ..athough they DID admittedly explain that whole 'C is for Cookie' thing rather well, i'll give them that.. man, they even managed to make it witty and byronic. Wish i'd been old enough to know how to operate a VCR! Alas, i was but 25 years of age at the time..."
FRIEND OF PATHOS [SLAPPING PATHOS. TWICE]: "Mate, are you okay?"
PATHOS: "What? Oh. Uh.. 'Serious Sam'? I feel my testosterone count dwindling as we speak. Give me a friggin' break."
FRIEND OF PATHOS [laughing both knowingly and mysteriously] (And, PATHOS notices with distaste, rather condescendingly): "You will see, my young apprentice.."
PATHOS: "Mate, you're an idiot."
CUT TO: Later that night.
Serious Sam 2 has just been installed and booted for the first time upon PATHOS' mighty uber-machine.
PATHOS: "Oh gee look at all the pretty colours - how effeminate! By golly, FRIEND OF PATHOS will pay dearly for this slight upon my blatantly secure manhood."
CUT TO: 34.5 seconds later.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD!"
CUT TO: Nerd-bedroom.
FRIEND OF PATHOS, sitting alone in some dim, mysterious corner of the world (strangely bearing a striking resemblance to a Sydney townhouse), smiling smugly and poignantly. Nearby, a baby screams.
And so fair PRINCE PATHOS kissed SLEEPING BEAUTY, who finally awoke and--
(Oh. Sorry, wrong time frame).
CUT TO: 2 weeks Later.
PATHOS: "Neh. This game is crap. Where is that FRIEND OF PATHOS nibblenut, so that i might smite him! Oh how i will smote! But hang about - what the hell is this deathmatch crap? This sounds more my thing. More testosteroney! Hmm..."
CUT TO: Roughly 42.5 seconds later.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD!"
CUT TO: The Next Day.
PATHOS thanking FRIEND OF PATHOS with roses, a blokey kiss and a voucher to have his back waxed by a team of midgets. FRIEND OF PATHOS runs screaming. One hasty explanation to the authorities later however, and a mildly-shaken PATHOS is free to go. Aside from the confiscation of his mime-porn, he suspects he got off rather lightly.
CUT TO: 3 Millenia past.
A Slow, greasy-looking native, his hair flowing all native-womanly-like against the wind, walks over a picturesque hill, knuckles scraping the ground as he lumbers along. He stumbles. Looking down, he finds he has kicked up... a ROCK.
SLOW NATIVE: "Ug! With this uber-ROCK i will build shelter! I Will build weapons! I will hunt the women and hurt the EVIL VILLAGE MEN from yonder valley! No longer will their misshapen skulls haunt my dreams! By golly! But first, i will scratch my belly and finish walking over this picturesque hill. Ug."
CUT TO: A More sensical present.
Pathos has just bought his very own ORIGINAL copy of Serious Sam 2. With it, he walks home proudly, stopping only to pat little animal heads, pinch the cheek of cute children, and smell the odd flower, by way of the public toilets. All is well.
PATHOS: "Oh my god this is still the BEST GAME IN THE WORLD."
And elsewhere in the cosmos, FRIEND OF PATHOS has forgotten all about Serious Sam 2. FRIEND OF PATHOS is now a dedicated UTK3 player. FRIEND OF PATHOS is a rat fink who will burn in hell for all eternity. Perhaps longer.
CUT TO: The Future.
GIRLIE OF PATHOS: "You're dropped nerd-boy!"
PATHOS: "Wha-! Why? Was it the hair? I fear my uber Athlon3D GOGGLES ™ have mucked it somewhat. I CAN CHANGE! This very night i will hop on the net and GOOGLE my way to relationship-embetterment! I-- *"
[sounds of struggling before a girlie man-scream pierces the computer-humming serenity]