'ello everyone, top of the morning to ya! In the past minute, i just brainstormed the way to make a book of Soldier 420, and promptly forgot it. Yes, dear reader, this is a Sour Diesel induced writing phase of euphoricness. When we last left Soldier 420, (idk what to put here, i can't remember the last story). Tonight, after losing his self control and dipping into his 420 stash, he ventured into the vast lands of the Internet. Earlier in the hour, 12 dwarves arrived upon his desktop. Whilst talking to them, he learned of a very profitable enterprise, in which the dwarves needed his expertise in sneaking and kicking ass. Upon learning of this valuable commodity, Solder 420 loaded up a bowl in his ramshackle pipe, and took a massive celebratory hit. After the release of the hit to the atmosphere in which everything must eventually travel, he started on his journey. Upon setting off, he remarked on the local scenery, saying that this might be the last time he ever say MyRoomittableville. On the edge of the area, he paused. the terrain had grown steadily seedier and darker as he progressed. Soldier 420 reflects on this for a while, and continues on. Opening his web browser, he checks his facebook for any important command letters or other military parephenalia. Finding none, he searched his Google Reader and Gmail accounts, only to find no entertaining material. Saddened, he continued on, into the hall of GrassCity. Well invited by the owner, User CP, he entered a gracious room known as the "Chill Out Zone". Soldier 420 looks around, admiring all the great threads. Soon, however, his entertainment fades. Realizing that he still has a packed bowl next to him, his thoughts turn to smoking. However, his thoughts also turn to his loneliness. no one is here to smoke with him. Aha! the internet has a solution! SeshRoulette : Never Smoke Alone - Penis-Free Seshes with randos!, a place for stoners to connect and smoke bowls. but treachery! the once faithful site had turned to the side of 404-Page not Found. Scrambling in a panic, he quickly resorted to his last hope: tinychat.org. upon entering, he looked through the endless rooms, finding no stoner rooms. how could this be?!?! finally, Soldier 420 located one that had the word "toke" in the title. overjoyed, he entered in. In this "toke" room, he discovered a few cruel things: not everyone was toking. And i was by far the whitest person in the room. All of the people who had cameras on were hispanic, to varying degrees. Even more, they were all wearing wife beaters and staring RIGHT INTO MY SOUL. tenatively, i turned on my cam. Me, sitting here in pajama pants and my old boy scout shirt, and a bunch of people who looked like they would rob me for my popcorn money (no offense). Supringsingly though, we hit it off pretty well. they were all chill, and i let them watch me finish the bowl, pack another, and take a hit off of it. i'm so nice. Upon the satisfaction of my journey, the dwarves paid me a price of 1/12th the profits from the hoard. hoard of what you ask? hoard of happiness. And here i sit, on grasscity, after having just finished my journey. i know the tone switched viewpoints in that paragraph, but i'm too stoned to give a fuck. Feedback? use the Soldier 420 tag to find more stories of him. now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go finish that bowl.
UPDATE: I found a few stoner rooms on there. I went in one, but right after i took a hit they banned me. it was devestating. then i let out the hit and it didnt feel so bad. after that i've just been smoking in the company of a mini-garden gnome.
HOLY SHIT ANOTHER UPDATE THAT FAST? WHY SPAGHETTI, WHY??? well, i found this site: TheUglyDance.com - Turn yourself into an ugly dancer my friend had made one of a mutual friend and put it on facebook, and i just played with it for like 5 minutes. fun fun fun fun