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'''Author's note: ''This was originally a copypasta uploaded to Reddit in 2022, simply titled "Rhythm Heaven Fans Copypasta". Last month, I rewrote it from scratch and made it more faithful to the games. Enjoy the story. If this needs to be deleted, go right ahead, I suppose. (I SUPPOSE, HEY!)'' ''' |
'''Author's note: ''This was originally a copypasta uploaded to Reddit in 2022, simply titled "Rhythm Heaven Fans Copypasta". Last month, I rewrote it from scratch and made it more faithful to the games. Enjoy the story. If this needs to be deleted, go right ahead, I suppose. I'll explain the references in the comments.(I SUPPOSE, HEY!)'' ''' |
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Revision as of 01:12, 24 April 2024
Author's note: This was originally a copypasta uploaded to Reddit in 2022, simply titled "Rhythm Heaven Fans Copypasta". Last month, I rewrote it from scratch and made it more faithful to the games. Enjoy the story. If this needs to be deleted, go right ahead, I suppose. I'll explain the references in the comments.(I SUPPOSE, HEY!)
The Story
One day, I was half-asleep in class. I was tired after playing Rhythm Heaven on my DS late last night (or Rhythm Paradise for my European pals) (or Rhythm Heaven Gold as the Japanese call it) (or Rhythm World as it's referred to in South Korea) but that's besides the point.
Awoken by my teacher, Mr. Gene Rick, the words he uttered would be unpleasant to most people, but not to me! He had said "I suppose you could have been paying more attention to the lesson?" You see, my Sense of Rhythm (TM) had scanned his sentence and found out he said "I suppose!" I had a N E U R O N A C T I V A T I O N and clapped in rhythm, jumping as my beautiful "I SUPPOSE, HEY!!" bounced off the walls of the classroom. Silence fell over Mr. Rick's class. He was the first to speak. "Are you mocking me? Tsk, tsk, tsk." "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" "That's it! First you ignore my lesson, then you disrupt my class, then you disrespect me! Go to the principal's office!" "Oooooh!" the class snarkily replied. Clapping twice more, Mr. Rick's face grimaced harder than it already was. He obviously didn't have a good Sense of Rhythm.
I happily skipped through the hallway, as if I were playing Night Walk. I got some weird looks, but I merely saw those people as electric fish. And I couldn't let them ruin my Perfect Campaign! Finally ending at the principal's office. Sitting down in a chair, I was angry. Mad that I couldn't build up my Flow, I sat there, defeated. But then, I noticed something. AN EMPTY FLOWER POT. Knowing what to do, I readied my left hand and beat the crap out of the pot to raise my Flow, just in case Mr. Holder, our principal, threw rocks at me. I was now happy, and sat back down. Mr. Holder walked into his office, double taking at the shattered pot.
Gesturing me into the office, he told me to sit down. Knowing what that meant, I said "Let's sit down!" while reverse elbow-jabbing and squatting. The meeting was boring, and I mostly tuned the crud about my behavior out. Until I realized, he ended his sentence with "is that true?" I nodded with perfect timing while saying "yes." "OK." Knowing the cue, I spun a nearby book into the air by its spine, and opened it on a random page while saying "It's on!" He threw a glare at me. He kept blabbering some more, until I realized another thing. His head was round. Like a rock. And I had three hearts of Flow. This is what I was waiting for. With all my strength, I right hooked Mr. Holder's head, and he fell unconscious. I must've gotten an Ace on that input, as his nose was bleeding. I ran off.
My Flow-mad journey continued, as I punched every lamp and light fixture I could see with my bloody, Flow-infused hands. Running to the gymnasium, I opened a cabinet full of soccer balls and punched as many as possible, sending chaos into the gym. I also noticed some baseball equipment. Grabbing a bat, I glared at some baseballs falling from the top of the cabinet. Knowing the cues, I perfectly struck the balls into the room the same way as the soccer balls. I hit notably more Aces, as some kids had very clear injuries. At that point, somebody had found out about Mr. Holder, as an alarm played, announcing a code red. Red... that reminds me of something...
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...IS THAT AN OBLIGATORY TOSS BOYS REFERENCE!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!??!?!!?!??!?!?!?
Standing in the hall, ready to toss any ball coming my way, the police bursted in and said "Hands up!" I put my hands up quickly, because I assumed the fast way they said it meant they were doing a Quick Yellow Toss or AB TossToss. They cuffed me, so I assumed they had done a Quick Yellow Toss into a Self Blue Toss.
In jail, I waited for an hour for any incoming tosses. As I was let free, I still stood there, waiting for incoming tosses. The authorities discussed my weird behavior. Heh, they obviously didn't get the reference.
Nowadays, I spend my life in a mental hospital, waiting for any incoming tosses. The police must hold the record for the longest Self Blue Toss now! Skills like that could get them first place in the World Toss Championship. So now I'm here. What's your story?
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