Every time I look at Super Gimp and his cheeky carefree thumbs up, I wanna reach in , grab him by the collar and warn him of what is about to befall him. I can't stand it.
In The Wind, on Mar 30 2010, 05:45 AM, said:
Nooo!!! Do not run Super gimp. Walk very carefully and slowly, plan every step.
Do not, under any circumstances, drive or ride in any vehicle of any sort. When crossing the road check for oncoming traffic five times both ways.
Do not swim in the ocean. No diving, anywhere, ever.
Avoid walking in forests or built up areas where things can fall on you.
Move to an earthquake free zone, wrap yourself in bubble wrap, wear a helmet and do not leave the house! (actually forget the helmet, I was wearing one and it didn't help one bit)
But I know he won't listen.
We can't live our lives wrapped in bubble wrap and confined within four walls.
It's like watching a movie about Jesus Christ and yelling at the screen, telling JC to get the hell out of the garden of Gethsemane, you know what's going to happen and the inevitability of it drives you mad.
When you decide the manner in which Super Gimp shall enter the gates of the kingdom of Gimpdom, when you do it Ratboy, make it glorious and poignant and poetic. Have him saving a busload of cancer stricken blind orphans or something. It's gotta be special, have him smash through those gates in a blaze of glory. The passage of his transformation must be what will define his 'Super Gimpness'.
Anyway, sorry, don't mind me. You can tell I'm looking forward to following super gimp. No pressure Ratty.
At least I know there will be good humour weaved within the story, that's the main thing right. You've gotta have a laugh or you might as well be dead.