Disconfigured

Well… I’m here, attack again, but please have mercy, because if I survive this, rest assured you’re gonna wish you never hurt me… T’was a gloomy Saturday January 21st body felt worthless like wet clods of dirt. A bewildering parasite was hard at work spewing despair all over my shirt. Nobody knew, dead ends at every avenue; looking Northwest scolded by Kanye telling me the Bad News. I feared quitting too then something clicked, an answer lied close when my senses came to, activating my trump card on turn two. So… Mid-battle, gravely terrified trapped in a corner before my insights began to glow, showing how really ready I was promised success like the Tom Joyner morning show. Level’s overpowered casting motion picture elemental spells but not inflicting harm on an invincible boss doesn’t mean I necessarily failed. Still ill. I’ll stomach a strong dose of Robitussin becoming hopeful once more if I reconfigure the buttons. Triggered! Dust off the C-stick courageously unlocking this Xbox achievement; I got cuts, scrapes, burns, gashes, splits, incisions you name it! I’m unbeatable like the 8th season of pokemon, a few weeks on estimate’s how long this calamity’s been going on. I might return here at a later date… Nah I’m permanently slashing it at the source I never pegged luke to star wars but apparently I used the force. Discovering the secret link, my princess stolen out of the twilight what a enduring fight, taking defeat standing tall as my persistence rose reclaiming the master sword in the dankest part of the scared grove!