Since the news broke yesterday that Saints Row IV had been refused classification by the Australian Classifications Board, you could say there has been some uproar. Let me start by saying I don’t care for Saints Row. I doubt I was even going to play this game in the first place.
I looked out the window at the day I figured was already going to be bad. I don’t have a bed yet, so I’ve been sleeping on the wooden floor. Not to mention the house is full of junk and there is little room for me to stretch out.
Last night in my tent as I was falling in and out of sleep I had a nightmare. The Scary painting I purchased from that rip-off merchant fox was haunting me. It was angry that I had buried it on the beach never to be found again. It was perched on the wall of my new house and it wouldn’t go. I couldn’t get rid of it.
Sunday. I woke up feeling better from yesterday. I figured it was time to take the Town Planning permit seriously and that I should try and get this down payment paid on my house. I had to make some money.
The endless day… finally over. That sunlight just wouldn’t end. It shone throughout the night. How was this possible? Just because it was the solstice doesn’t mean 24 hours of brightness. This town is strange. Today was Saturday. Was this going to be another day that I couldn’t get onto my Mayoring duties?
Tonight I am at a friends 21st birthday Masquerade Party. I decided I would make a mask from Bioshock. Originally I didn’t know which one to go with but ended up choosing the bunny.
In anticipation of The Legend of Zelda Wind Waker HD I thought I’d post this.