Come on, brain!
You can do better than this!
In case you were wondering, writing a novel off the top of your head is hard.
But at least I have the ending. Check this out:
Blake pulled the terrified man behind him for as long as he could, finally dropping him with a meaty thud onto the concrete of the floor of the bioweapons lab. Blake turned, lit a cigarette, and leaned down into the man's face.
"Listen, Mr President" Blake said as the leader of the free world stared at his terrified reflection in Blake's reflective sunglasses. "The Secret Service ain't comin' to help you, so you gotta get with it! If we ain't outta this place in 3 minutes we're gunna be charcoal! Ya got that?"
"But how will we escape the genetically modified cyborg terrorists, robot controlled rail guns, and psychic teleporting velociraptors??" blubbered the president.
Blake took a drag, and with a far-off look in his eye, he replied
"You just leave that to me."
Yeah, now tell me that's not awesome!
Ha ha, just kidding!
You can do better than this!

In case you were wondering, writing a novel off the top of your head is hard.
But at least I have the ending. Check this out:
Blake pulled the terrified man behind him for as long as he could, finally dropping him with a meaty thud onto the concrete of the floor of the bioweapons lab. Blake turned, lit a cigarette, and leaned down into the man's face.
"Listen, Mr President" Blake said as the leader of the free world stared at his terrified reflection in Blake's reflective sunglasses. "The Secret Service ain't comin' to help you, so you gotta get with it! If we ain't outta this place in 3 minutes we're gunna be charcoal! Ya got that?"
"But how will we escape the genetically modified cyborg terrorists, robot controlled rail guns, and psychic teleporting velociraptors??" blubbered the president.
Blake took a drag, and with a far-off look in his eye, he replied
"You just leave that to me."
Yeah, now tell me that's not awesome!
Ha ha, just kidding!

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How goes it, fellow engineer? I trust the processor realm is treating you well?
side-note: I may be much more available for comment after this weekend... getting broadband back will work wonders for my communication on the internets.
Well, maybe for the occasional spat of CoCo 3 programming. Or GBA ROM development. Here's my idea:
- Just got a GBA SP
- Just ordered the flash memory dev kit / linker
- Going to program the greatest homebrew ROM of all time: HOBO-STAB 2000
The entire game: you stab hobos. They are the hippy-lookin' guys from Metal Slug, but with modified sprites. The game, right before you face a fearsome hobo, changes the fight perspective... Either first-person (ala Punchout), third-person (ala side-scroller Gunstar Heroes), RPG (w/ active battle time system), or 1-on-1 fight (ala Street Fighter series).
Best. Game. Evar.
(disclaimer: I have nothing against hobos, really, but the temptation of hobo-stab almost makes me want to pee myself)