The Eliminator

Downloading - V for Vendetta, Inside Man.


Yeah. Just so you know I do fully intend to enter this competition, if for nothing else to break into the webcomic circle. While I doubt I'm ready for that kind of publicity, chances like this ain't hardly too common. And dude... it's Sam and Fuzzy.

Yow Hwui: Did you know he's a gangster?
Jun Ian: Him. Sek Yung.
Yow Hwui: Yeah he is. Likes to cut people's hands off.
Peak Sheng: Yeah, like mine.
Jun Ian: He did, eh? Did he tell you this or what?
Peak Sheng: He constantly tells Jiam that he's gonna cut off my hands by the end of the year.
Jun Ian: And which year is this?
Peak Sheng: Every year.
Eliot: Hehe he'd be all, yeah I'm gonna cut Peak Sheng's hands off by the end of the year. You said that last year. Well, I meant this year.
Jun Ian: Funny guy. During kompang we were all outside of the classroom then suddenly Peak Sheng comes out of the classroom in front of us. Then Norman says, ah this sucks I hate it. And Sek Yung says, Peak Sheng eh? I hate that fucker too. And Norman's like, what? I was talking about how hot it is.

So I didn't bother to look for the missing pieces. But hell with that, the post goes up anyway. This means substantially more to the Puay Chai graduation year of 2002 than anyone else, but that doesn't mean you can't have a click to see the way people like Sabrina and Peak Sheng thought back in the day.

Ever saw the special section?

Jun Ian: So for English we have to write an essay on the barrens.
Li Wen: You know who lives in the barrens? Barons.

Yesterday, I hit a new low with a new high score. If you ever played computer solitaire you will notice that 75 seconds is ungodly fast. Then again, I play solitaire like an extreme sport.

Peak Sheng in school is running a hustling job. How else would you explain all the money he's been collecting from various persons lately? Male persons. Wai Khuin's explanation that they are starting a PS3 fund is an obvious front for something deeper and more sinister.

Azfar: What products does our country produce?
Jun Ian: Petroleum?
Azfar: Pertanian la. What do Malaysians farm.
Jun Ian: Creeps?

Just so y'all know, I am promising not to make a false promise that I will do *something* for my birthday this year. Unlike last year, where I forgot all about it and kept putting it off and eventually just gave up. Only it won't be this weekend, y'know, cause of the treasure hunt. I think this will give me planning time. Who has been spreading lies about my birthday anyway? Five people have already wished me ahead of time. Stop the lies. Lies.

Return Of The King

Ambitious title, I know.

Initially, this post was going to be called Elder Scrolls. Nothing to do with Oblivion, but some old papers I've been meaning to publish for a while now. But now I can't find half of what I wanted to blog, so that's going to have to wait until I see if my source still has the files.

Look, this isn't too bad either. What is it? It is the first page of an experimental comic project.

Hypothesis: Black and white owns color so hard.

So far the results say yes. The first page reveals nothing about what this comic is about. Some of you already know, y'all shut up now. The rest of you can find out when I publish. These comics are way easier to publish, they look nicer and take less time to draw. Maybe it's just the atmosphere in this particular strip that allows for black and white. No worries, when Wishworld resumes it will be in color.

So... Shamir. Who is Shamir? Shamir is the man. Mahadi should have some pictures up. He took one of the man today, in all his Daffy Duck glory. Check his blog, it's not up yet but it should be soon.

Edit: Okay, here it is.

Shamir aka the Man aka the Penguin, photo courtesy of your friendly neighbourhood Mahadi

Shaegan: Shamir, this is Kevin Tan. Say hi Kevin. Say hi, Kevin.
Shamir: Hi.
Kevin: Hey.
Shaegan: Now you can tell everyone that Kevin Tan is your friend, and you'll be the coolest Form One kid around.

This went on for a while. We gave him the formal introduction to Faridah, Selva, Raja Azam, like every member of the kompang group, way too many students to remember, and the big cheese himself. I am, of course, talking about Jimmy.

In some cultures, Shamir is known as the Penguin.

Mahadi: Shamir, say hi to Susie.
Shamir: Hi.
Mahadi: Susie, say hi.
Susie: Hi.
Jun Ian: Say damn you, Batman.

Susie hits me.

Shamir: Damn you, Batman!
Susie: ...

Unfortunate Event of the Day: Shamir has no MSN.

Mahadi: That's an awful ManU jersey.
Shaegan: This jersey rocks.
Mahadi: It's long sleeved. What kind of football jersey has long sleeves? Shamir, say Shaegan's jersey sucks.
Shamir: Your jersey sucks!
Jun Ian: Now say Mahadi's Arsenal jersey sucks.
Shamir: Your jersey sucks!
Shaegan: What?
Mahadi: The hell? What team do you support anyway?
Shamir: Liverpool!
Shaegan: No wonder la insulting both jerseys so happily.

Fortunate Event of the Day: Shamir is a Liverpool supporter. Also, Liverpool won again. That makes 18 goals in 4 games. Eat it, world.

By the way, all of you honor students and prize winners. I cannot tell you, in words, how wonderful it felt to stand there surrounded by your little tablets and plaques as you were the stars of a glittering ceremony, which I missed by a grade in a retarded subject, playing drums for all of forty seconds to welcome a VIP who seemed all too eager to get away from us. Damnation, I say.

Damnation.

By the way, those of you who have not heard Lisha and Lih Fern's important something, consider yourselves yourselves. Is the important something beneficial or enlightening in any way? Does hearing it make one a better person?

You be the judge.

Lih Fern: Can we tell him?
Lisha: Let's tell him.
Jun Ian: This sounds bad.
Lisha: Jun Ian we have something to tell you.
Lih Fern: Something important.
Lisha: Jay Chou is hot.
Lih Fern and Lisha: SO HOT!!!

I buried my face in my kompang to stop the shaking.

Lost and Found

For those of you might have missed it:

Wishworld is now on temporary hiatus. This is so that I can level up for awhile and resume the storyline when I have enough skills to do it in a satisfactory manner.

In the meantime... comics and other such artistic experiments of varying quality that may or may not make your eyes bleed.


I think I wasted my day today. There was that whole deer in headlights thing, though. That was pretty funny.

Also I set high scores a couple of days ago for Solitaire and Minesweeper. This is sort of a new low for me.


Final Fantasy XII has been released in Japan. What, not hyped yet? Well, this should get your final fantasy fever going. Chocobo Sex.

The gameplay video for Ultimate Utopia XXIII is out. That's right, twenty three. If you are an RPG fan of any sort you owe it to yourself to watch this video. Watch it.

Wishworld, Endings and Beginnings IV

In the darkened room the gathered held steady, their expressions masked in shadow. Four now stood in the center of the group, the steadily burning fire in their midst. As each wish was listed, blue flames flared in silent agreement. Then they finished speaking, and one of the watchers spoke.

“That’s awful. And you’re going to allow that?”

The cloaked man didn’t turn. “It’s their right, chosen. You have three wishes too.”

“It’s not like I can wish it away.”

The other three standing in the center turned to the speaker, who got to his feet and stepped into the circle.

“At least not directly.”

The first of the Wishmakers smiled in amusement. “I take it you’ve thought of something.”

The newcomer nodded. “I wish…”

Manhattan, New York. Ten days after the start of the Third World War.

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What, you think that was short? Maybe it was, but since that's page one of a two-page comic sequence my hands are pretty much tied. So the next installment will open with a comic page.

The links on the right have been updated. I have something special planned for them.

For those of you who haven't seen this, my comic has been dropped a line.

That's pretty much all I can think of for now. That didn't take too much of your time now did it?

Spring Break!

This is part of my resolution to do more actual blogging.

One comic and one brief update a week does not qualify a blog. A blog means more of this.

Jason: Check it out, I'm a secret agent!
Sanjay: Yeah, I could be James Bond.
Jun Ian: You'd be Black. James Black.
Jason: James Black!
Sanjay: Isn't that the name of a singer?
Jun Ian: What, you mean James Brown?
Sanjay: No, he sang the you're beautiful...
Jun Ian: Dude that is James Blunt.
Jason: James Black pulak what singer....


And stuff like plays.

Eliot, playing Ralph, acts out a scene from the first chapter.

Eliot: Hey there, Piggy.

Sanjay, playing Piggy, has his school shirt in a bundle around his stomach under his sports shirt.

Sanjay: Yo yo!
Stan Lee: Piggy is a young boy. Make your voice sound like it.

Sanjay adopts a ridiculous falsetto. Eliot follows suit.

Sanjay: Whassup Ralph!
Eliot: Hi Piggy!
Stan Lee: No! Ralph can speak normally!
Eliot: Okay okay. Look! It's a rock in the water!

Sanjay throws his arms in the air for dramatic effect.

Sanjay: THE CONCH!!!
Eliot: I've seen these!
Sanjay: What are we supposed to do with it?
Eliot: Well, you blow them.
Sanjay: Teach me how to blow the conch!
Eliot: So you wanna blow my conch huh?

The pair make various beeping and honking noises back and forth like an open mic contest. An open mic contest for retards. Sanjay makes a couple of farting noises for good measure.

Stan Lee: Enough! Jack, come in! Now, Jack has a real attitude. He comes in thinking how he's the leader of these choir boys and that he's that much better than everyone else.

I play Jack.

Jun Ian: WOOOOOOO!!! WHASSUP LADIES!!!
Stan Lee: Ladies now??
Eliot: There are no ladies dude...
Stan Lee: Oh God...
Jun Ian: Alright, uh... whassup homies?
Li Wen: Ask them if they trip on pins.
Jun Ian: Do y'all trip on pins?
Li Wen: No don't ask that, are you crazy?
Eliot: So... lame...

Later, during the scene where the boys elect a leader.

Sanjay: Elect a leader, we must.
Eliot: A republic!
Jun Ian: Who wants me... Jack Bauer?

Dead silence.

Stan Lee: The choir boys want Jack!

Stan Lee starts to squeak. The cast follows suit with enthusiasm.

Stan Lee: Yes, yes, we want Jack!
Sanjay: Jack! JAAACK!
Eliot: Oh my God we love you Jack!
Jun Ian: Bear my CHILDREN!
Stan Lee: Okay okay, Ralph!
Sanjay: Who wants me???

The screaming reaches frenzy.

Sanjay: EAT IT, JACK!
Jun Ian: ...this is the longest day of my life.

And the sketch goes on. In hilarious fashion.

Stan Lee: Alright, enough! Go back and sit down!
Sanjay: Madam, wait! We haven't gotten to the Obi-Wan part yet!
Stan Lee: The what?

Someone should make a video. Literature students gone wild.

Yeah, you might notice that had nothing to do with anything. It was actually old material I keep in a notepad called 'Pandamonium Filler'. You want relevance?

SPRING BREAK!!! WOO WOO WOO WOOO!!!

Spring break is next week! Only we don't celebrate that at all. If we did, this would totally be cramming time.

Why the hell do we not have spring break? If we did I would be totally justified in wearing a cowboy hat the whole week.

This is a scene from last saturday's Amazing Race (which by the way was totally cool).

Guy: Hey you! Chemical Romance!
Me: What?
Guy: You're the killer right?
Me: Am I?
Guy: Tell me la... otherwise I ask this guy to mountainback you.
Me: You do mean brokeback mountain right...

I actually wanna do a comic set piece on some Race stuff. Cause I need stuff like that to keep me away from, yknow, boredom.

This is boredom.

Not impressed? Check the score, check the time. Do you have any idea how much solitaire I play, mortal?

The whole reason why I even play solitaire like a freak is because I haven't got the specs to play more current games. Do you know what I have on my com?

I have Doom Shareware for Windows 95.

Also I can't seem to find Black anywhere.

I need you, Black. Need you like sugar crackers.

At least now I have Shadow Hearts. Which kinda totally rocks. I mean, what other game has fusions, fetishes, calorie vampires, Roswell, a giant cat called Meowus that looks exactly like George Lucas, the Meowmenator, an American Ninja called Frank who fights with a bus stop stand, baiting and beating up defenseless animals to trap their souls in pots, an item shop run by a gay couple, the Mafia and so much innuendo you could choke on it?

I am so writing a review on this game. But we're getting sidetracked from the business at hand.

Spring. Break.

We need spring break. Not least so we can have one more week of holiday, but also so I can walk around the beach in a cowboy hat. Taken from Jeffrey Rowland's diary comic Overcompensating, the ten rules of Spring Break.

1. It is the whole week of whenever the Ides of March is.
2. It is to celebrate the creation of the entire universe.
3. You have to obey the rules of Spring Break.
4. Even though there aren't, you have to act like there are Ten Rules of Spring Break.

Now the real reason why I am plugging Jeffrey Rowland is because he is paying tribute to Arrested Development, which he calls the greatest television show ever made. This is true. It is awesome.

Anyway, I am starting a Spring Break petition. There will be conditions.

1. Someone has to find out the actual date for when Spring Break actually is.
2. During Spring Break people will hang out at the beach and wear funny clothes (like a cowboy hat). This is, of course, entirely optional. You may opt not to wear clothes at all.
3. We need clean beaches for Spring Break. Someone will have to clean up Malaysian beaches for this purpose.
4. During Spring Break several Girls Gone Wild videos will be shot. These videos will not necessarily be restricted to Girls Gone Wild, and may include the following to be included.

• Guys Gone Wild
• Cowboys Gone Wild
  
• Families Gone Wild
• Pets Gone Wild
• Librarians Gone Wild
• Grannies Gone Wild
• Final Fantasy Gone Wild
  
• VCD Sellers Gone Wild*
  
• Barisan Nasional Gone Wild*
• A.R. Peter Gone Wild*
  
• Mahadi Gone Wild*

*Only In Malaysia

Other conditions of Spring Break:

1. Strict adherence will be observed to the ten rules of Spring Break (see above).
2. In every Spring Break gathering at least one person must shout "woo".
3. Spring Break is a period where no one is allowed to say "no".
   
4. Someone has to discover the true meaning of Spring Break.

"I don't know [the true meaning of Spring Break], baby. But I'm going to find out if I have to leer at every exposed breast and drink every tequila shooter in town." - Jeffrey Rowland

Conditions of Spring Break will be published in fours.

1. What happens in Spring Break stays in Spring Break (unless of course it is already all over the internet).
2. During Spring Break, staying straight is not an option.
3. During Spring Break all concerts or playing of music in general must be accompanied by loud, off-key singing or banging of tables or both. You have the right to be drunk while purusing these activities.
4. Returning to school during Spring Break is excusable as long as it is with malicious intent.
   

Now, to support the Spring Break petition you may publish in comments or write something about it on your blog. Or you can, for all of next week, use the [SprinGBreaK2006] tag in your MSN name or whatever. Just show you support in some way. Flashing in front of the school (or just me) is fine too.

Now go forth and party.

Wishworld, Endings and Beginnings III

"So the girl's gone? No clues who she is or who took her?"

"Actually, there were several. I need some time to think about it. Michael -"

"The Precipitate touched down several minutes ago, while the rest of us were asleep."

"Good."

They walked in a single file, Dassila first, Dexter second and Michael bringing up the rear. This made conversation especially inconvenient, but it was necessary as in wake of the surprise attack in the Kremlin, paramedics and cleanup crews rushed up the corridors and back again ferrying pieces of equipment and the injured or dead.

"That's the end of it, then." Dexter and Michael turned to Dassila. Sort of. "Not a sovereign state left in the world to oppose your rule. "

"You sound dissatisfied." Dexter noted.

"Maybe I am. Congratulations on taking over the world and all, but what do we have to look forward to now?" Dassila didn't look back.

"You know, most people would be satisfied bringing down two hundred governments in seven days."

"Not like I took them all single-handedly."

"Like hell I was going to wait three weeks." Dexter said as Michael laughed. Dassila however looked thoughtful.

"That would have been more funny before that woman almost defeated all three of us by herself. Who the hell has the power to do that anyway?"

"Actually, I was more surprised it didn't happen more often." For the first time, Dassila looked back at Dexter in incredulity. "The world's other superhumans have been remarkably calm about all this."

"Oh, so is that what we are now?" Michael spoke from the back of the group.

"You know what?" Dexter frowned. "I have no idea. We definitely have the power, but with none of the usual symptoms portrayed by superhumans or mutants."

"Exactly." said Michael. "I've been wondering for some time how we even got these abilities. Some of which don't even seem to be recognized powers at all. Do you think world domination could be the result of some -"

As if reaching an accord, the three fell silent and continued walking as though nothing had happened. Dassila spoke first.

"So the girl's gone huh? No way to find out who she is or who sent her?"

"I think there were enough clues for me to figure it out. But I need time. Got you good, didn't she?" Dexter turned his head slightly. "Michael, has the Precipitate arrived?"

"Yeah, she's here. Are we finally heading to Asmodeus?"

"The world's ours now. It's time we took our seats at the head of its new capital."

"Yeah." agreed Dass. "I think I'm the only one here who hasn't been there yet."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, while Michael and I were overseeing its construction you were off conquering entire nations by yourself."

"That was pretty cool. I think my favorite was the Vatican. You should have let me handle the whole thing by myself. Can you imagine? One man against the world."

"Yeah, that's Dexter." Michael laughed. "I don't doubt you could have done it but then it would hardly have taken a week would it?" Then he was struck by a sudden feeling of deja vu, as though they were having a conversation they had before -

The team reached the entrance hall of the Kremlin. The doors were open, and it was snowing outside. The Precipitate, the jet of Michael's personal creation was parked on the grass. As they drew near, the ramp extended and a man in a pilot's uniform greeted them.

"Dexter, Michael, Dassila, welcome back. Emma and Rachel are hanging round back."

Dexter shook his head as he shook the man's hand. "Putting the six hundred channels to good use, I'm guessing. Is this what I'm paying you all for, Summers?"

"It's you, Excellency. Haven't you heard?" The pilot laughed as they stepped into the plane. "You're all over the news."

"I'll say it again, Michael." Dassila dropped his coat and flopped onto a seat. "No one designs a top-of-the-line next-generation luxury jet the way you do."

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Okay, I just realised that making extra content is stupid. I should save it and work on next week's installment. I also know that some of you want me to get back to actual blogging. This I doubt I will have the time to do. Not to say that there won't be a blog entry if I think something particularly noteworthy has happened. Which does, yknow, happen all the time.

Remember how I promised the good guys (now known as S.P.E.C.T.R.U.M.) airtime this week? Well, that was because I only intended to give them a short story as first. But now I've went and drawn a comic for their installment, which I find only fair since the Empire guys already have three. So it'll be up next week. But it will be good.

On a side note, I really don't have much to say. I'll probably blog something later this week.

I hate to say it, but at times the Rascal Flatts singer sounds like Stitch. I really like their song Bless The Broken Road, but the way she sings the line "this much I know is true" just creeps me out.

Sorry to those of you Wishmakers who have yet to make an appearance, but since I'll get more practice in before your sections it means that your comics will be nicer.

Sky Pirate Controversy

The sky pirate mini-story was something I was going to use a replacement for my regular Wishworld update, and ended up consuming my entire weekend. Which was supposed to be for studying. Meh.

We still need three Wishmakers. But that's all the space I'm going to use for advertising today.

The Sky Pirates crew consists of Captain Jack Sparrow, Wai Khuin and Clarissa. What they do is... essentially they raid airships and fly kites off the sides of the Skellington. Now the comic (see scumbag I can still do black and white take that haha). Click on the Skellington to read the comic.


The first thing you may notice is that I have transcended the concept of panels with borders and speech bubbles. Now the potential for my work is limitless.

The next thing you may (or may not) notice is *SPOILER DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU HAVE FINISHED THE COMIC UNLESS YOU WANT THE COMIC SPOILED* that several of the characters in this little drama display underlying homosexual tendencies. This was written in subtly as so to teach a valuable lesson about the gay community while keeping the original enjoyability of the comic.

Hell, the entire storyline revolves around the closet homosexuality of the protagonist. There is an important message here:

Wai Khuin it is okay to be different. We will accept you for what you are.

By the way yesterday night I downloaded Brokeback Mountain, Longest Yard and You Got Served. All these movies rock hard. Possibly they will have varying degrees of rock, meaning that one may rock harder than the others, but we will see when I finally get my sound drivers fixed.

Mention: I did something for Wen Juin's blog today. Do you see the part where the words 'Tortured Joy' are all shiny? I made them shiny.

Plug: Sarah Lim aka Susie. Science will one day ask exactly how nice one person can be, and on that day it will be Susie who answers. Ad infinium. She wrote a piece on all her friends (well, not all of them that would be stupidly time consuming) it was called my wonderful wonderful friends and it was a very nice thing to do. Especially since there she wrote thirteen articles with pictures and stuff. Reading her blog you will notice that it is completely devoid of 'edge' in any shape or form. It is just candy colored fun. Or at least I think it is.

Also: Why am I writing like this? Possibly I am trying to kill certain people by writing entire paragraphs without a single comma but it could also be because I am high. Why would I be high though exams start tomorrow and I am so not ready. See here I am blogging hence the state of unreadiness.

Thing of the Day that was Wrong: I don't think I can post it here it's just too... wrong. It is however available by request if you wish to distract yourself completely from the wholesome aspects of life. I will send it to you over MSN.

I should stop now I really have to study more if I want to not get screwed in exams on Monday.

He Smells Axels In The Wind

So I said I wouldn't be doing any Wishworld this week. Yeah, but that won't stop be from assimilating a character databank of sorts. So... something to look forward to.

Important Wishworld note: Our roster currently includes 17 characters; 13 boys and 4 girls. I want 3 more wishmakers before I make the character sheet... after that I plan to close registration for awhile. Considering the current gender ratio the last three spot would... desirably... be filled by members of the fairer sex. Lisha, this means you. Edward's made a wish to be able to teleport to your side no matter what, how can we pull that off without you in the story?

Moving on... your character concepts. The first three members of the good guy team. Can you tell who they are?


I love lists for some reason. I think my secret mutant power is sorting things.

Evil Empire (of Evil)

• Dexter
• Michael
• Dassila

Alliance of Wishmakers Whose Powers Consist Mainly of Avoiding Trouble or Running Away From It (A.F.R.A.I.D.)

• Eliot
• Jason
• Pia

Ninja Mafia (started by a man who quit to become a sky pirate)

• Aaron
• Azfar
• Edward
• Sabrina

Freedom Band of Politicising

• Sparkles
• Mark

Sky Pirates

• Jack Sparrow
  
• Wai Khuin
• Clarissa

Traditionalists (the ones who wish to see the world we knew restored)

• S.H.I.E.LD.
• The Ultimates
• Zhen
• Eugene

Very Important Note about factions: You can switch sides if you want. Just drop me a line. If you're unsure, trust me. This has been done to each of your preferences anyway. This is stuff I need from each of you.

• Evil Empire - The high seat of your capital is the Asmodeus. Michael, name the jet.
  
• A.F.R.A.I.D. - Your spaceship is the Hot Dog. Your bestselling manga is Tenken. Find a better name for yourselves.
• Ninja Mafia - Just give me some ideas on what you guys would like to see yourselves doing. Choose a district to operate in and name your headquarters.
  
• Freedom Band - Sparkles you get to name the band, and two of your songs. Mark, name another three songs and write a couple of sample verses. This is one of the ways you get to change the world (the other way is so much cooler but that's central to the overall plot).
• Sky Pirates - Your captain is Jack Sparrow. Name your airship and your secret base.
• Traditionalists - Your ranks are boosted by Earth's many superheroes and celebrities. Tell me which agencies you would like to be affiliated with, and your codenames in those agencies.
• Everyone - If you want Real Life (TM) celebrities in your faction (like Jack Sparrow) just tell me who you want and what they'd be doing.
  

Okay, now for actual blogging.

Did you hear? Batman's taking on Osama bin Laden and the rest of Al-Qaeda. This new two hundred page opus (called "Holy Terror, Batman!") is going to be inked by none other than the master of black and white, Sin City's Frank Miller himself (Mark, wet your pants with excitement now).

The ink of the scholar ir worth more than the blood of the martyr. Do you know who said that? The Prophet Muhammad himself. I love that line. I don't agree with it, but I love it all the same. Click for link to cool Islam site, where cool things are said about the cartoons and the fragility of Islam.

Life's been fun. There was stuff I wanted to write about, dialogue and quotes and stuff. I think I forgot them. Never mind that, I have photographs.

Buzz Lightyear tape. Ah, good times.

This is my favorite toy from a kid's meal. It is from Burger King. It is a rebel snowspeeder from Star Wars and it can fly. Actually all it has is a spring and wheels but if I flick my wrist while launching it in mid air it flies pretty far.

On Burger King...

Eliot: Yeah, I never knew McD had free refills. It was always more of a BK thing.
Li Wen: Just feels different. And McD cups are so small.
Eliot: In BK they don't fill the cups to the tops.
Li Wen: That's cause BK cups are huge.
Eliot: BK cups make small children cry.
Jun Ian: Oh, you'd be all "Why is this cup so big? I ordered a small."
Eliot: And they'd say, "Sir, that IS our smallest size."
Jun Ian: "What does big look like?"
Li Wen: "Wait, give us time to prepare the special equipment."
Jun Ian: No, that's not all there is. "There's big, there's collossal and there's intergalactic. And there's a little something we like to call the Alpha Omega."
Eliot: Hah! "My God! Why isn't it on the menu?"
Jun Ian: "Federal law requires that we serve it by special request only. If you finish it we immortalize you forever on the back wall." And on the back wall there's like two photographs...
Eliot: Two guys, like, Miss Cellulite Universe winners.
Jun Ian: Nah, there's a fat guy and a skinny guy.
Li Wen: The skinny one has no bladder control.

I still have this thing. Remember how it promised you DotA players Warcraft III posters and CDs and T-shirts if you won?

Mein freunds, eat your hearts out.

I will be going back to normal posts for awhile on account of exams. During the holidays stuff will happen. Maybe because I realised that I lack the time and skill to keep up Wishworld in the way I have been doing so far. No worries... this will not result in a drop in quality, or taking 'creative liberties' of any sort. I'll just have to find ways to do it better.