JourneyA curious sight,More Like This
A light that beckons to all.
Time for your Journey to begin.
Take your first steps,
Leave safety behind,
Embark on your Journey.
Take your hope,
Cross the desert,
To the beckoning light.
Speak your first words,
Only the pale desert sky listens.
There is one who hears you,
For no Journey,
Should be taken alone.
Find all the knowledge you can,
Of the past,
And learn from others' mistakes,
To create a brighter future.
Discover the wonders of life.
Fly with the birds,
Swim with the fish,
Understand what it truly means,
Cross the threshold,
Follow the light,
To the mountain top.
The end of your Journey is nigh.
Step through the snow,
Do not fail now,
The light is so close,
Yet so far from reach.
Through the howling wind,
And blinding snow,
The icy snow chilling you to the bone.
The storm dies,
You are left stumbling in silence.
So close now,
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what