you never go full retard - tropic thunder
"Pascal: an ever-ending story" page or part 3... I don't even know anymore...
Green; bright, neon green, the kind of green that gives you a migraine just from looking at it for too long. The kind of green that kids use to make classroom duty roster posters. Upon resting eternally one first time, Pascal is thrown into a cube made entirely out of this hellish shade of green. He can tell that it was cube, simply by touch, yet he can't feel a thing. It was more towards just knowing, rather than relying on his senses. He began to wonder if he still had any senses, and if he did, he wondered why the bowl of noodles was floating in mid air right in front of him. Like a poorly budgeted sci-fi show from the early 90's, the color of the cube changed from green to neon pink. A change, not a very good one, but a change nonetheless. The time lapse shortened with every change of color within the cube. The colors changed so rapidly that it begins to create images. Pascal could tell that these series of images was flashes of his whole life.
It wasn't like a silent movie or anything, it was more towards a less than impressive powerpoint presentation with too many animation squeezed into it. A lot of things that he thought was the highlight of his life had been omitted from the slideshow, but yet, every post that he had posted on fmylife.com was in it. Alas, no matter how crappy the presentation was, Pascal still managed to attain the central theme of it all. He closed his eyes, took a sigh of depression and uttered the words "My life sucked".
"Yes, yes it did" a voice pontificated (whoa 5 syllable word, who knew?). Pascal opened his eyes, only to find that the cube is no longer there. Whiteness, as far as the eye can see, surrounds him, nothing but plain space, vast and straight out of a page from the matrix. Oddly enough, the noodles was still there, in all its floatey glory. The voice reverberated from a brown man, of medium stature, dressed in a t-shirt that said "I'm with stupid" with an arrow that is comically pointed downwards.
Lost and uncertain, Pascal inquired "What are you? Where am I?". Annoyed, the young man replied "Well that's bloody racist ain't it, I'm Indian! And as for you sir, you are in Purgatory, Limbo, neither heaven nor hell". With a wave of his hand, he summoned a lay-z-boy and a coffee table complete with tea and biscuits. The now awed Pascal muttered "whoa, just like in the Matri.." Don't say that word!!, you're gonna get our asses sued!" the guy who is soon to be known as Steven interrupted. "Call me Steven, come here and join me for tea and biscuits why don't you"
Green; bright, neon green, the kind of green that gives you a migraine just from looking at it for too long. The kind of green that kids use to make classroom duty roster posters. Upon resting eternally one first time, Pascal is thrown into a cube made entirely out of this hellish shade of green. He can tell that it was cube, simply by touch, yet he can't feel a thing. It was more towards just knowing, rather than relying on his senses. He began to wonder if he still had any senses, and if he did, he wondered why the bowl of noodles was floating in mid air right in front of him. Like a poorly budgeted sci-fi show from the early 90's, the color of the cube changed from green to neon pink. A change, not a very good one, but a change nonetheless. The time lapse shortened with every change of color within the cube. The colors changed so rapidly that it begins to create images. Pascal could tell that these series of images was flashes of his whole life.
It wasn't like a silent movie or anything, it was more towards a less than impressive powerpoint presentation with too many animation squeezed into it. A lot of things that he thought was the highlight of his life had been omitted from the slideshow, but yet, every post that he had posted on fmylife.com was in it. Alas, no matter how crappy the presentation was, Pascal still managed to attain the central theme of it all. He closed his eyes, took a sigh of depression and uttered the words "My life sucked".
"Yes, yes it did" a voice pontificated (whoa 5 syllable word, who knew?). Pascal opened his eyes, only to find that the cube is no longer there. Whiteness, as far as the eye can see, surrounds him, nothing but plain space, vast and straight out of a page from the matrix. Oddly enough, the noodles was still there, in all its floatey glory. The voice reverberated from a brown man, of medium stature, dressed in a t-shirt that said "I'm with stupid" with an arrow that is comically pointed downwards.
Lost and uncertain, Pascal inquired "What are you? Where am I?". Annoyed, the young man replied "Well that's bloody racist ain't it, I'm Indian! And as for you sir, you are in Purgatory, Limbo, neither heaven nor hell". With a wave of his hand, he summoned a lay-z-boy and a coffee table complete with tea and biscuits. The now awed Pascal muttered "whoa, just like in the Matri.." Don't say that word!!, you're gonna get our asses sued!" the guy who is soon to be known as Steven interrupted. "Call me Steven, come here and join me for tea and biscuits why don't you"
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