So I went to a place to get a memory implant of a trip to Mars. Funny thing was I'd already had a memory implant so I went spazmatron 3000. Anyway, after killing my friend and two other guys with my newly developed super spy skills I went home to my wife, told her the whole thing and then she tried to kill me. At first I thought she was just trying something kinky but when I realised she was being serious I went Mike Tyson on her ass... by which I mean I hit her as opposed to pushing my mother down a set of stairs. After an escape from Michael Ironside and an IT guy I got given this suitcase that told me who I was is a lie and I had to remove a rather large glowing sphere from my nose which for some reason did not tear my face apart when I ripped it out.
Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)
Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die."
- Abdul Alhazred.
- Abdul Alhazred.
