Phil (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pwtucker) wrote,@ 2004-01-09 12:00:00 |
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New dream, brief sketch:
A robot gladiatorial fight. Began with what looked like a patrol of miniature storm troopers entering a steel room, with a voice over as to how deadly they were and how none of the old contenders could stand up to them. Then it changed, and it became my rubbery ectoplasmic organic robot thing versus another one that looked like a blend between an Atari and a skateboard.
Mine got its ass kicked, because I bought the two most powerful weapons and used them up straight away, missing my target. Which then mocked me and began to destroy my robot, until I crept up behind it and dropped a big brick on it.
Hahahaha, dumb ass skateboard robot.
A robot gladiatorial fight. Began with what looked like a patrol of miniature storm troopers entering a steel room, with a voice over as to how deadly they were and how none of the old contenders could stand up to them. Then it changed, and it became my rubbery ectoplasmic organic robot thing versus another one that looked like a blend between an Atari and a skateboard.
Mine got its ass kicked, because I bought the two most powerful weapons and used them up straight away, missing my target. Which then mocked me and began to destroy my robot, until I crept up behind it and dropped a big brick on it.
Hahahaha, dumb ass skateboard robot.
