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XD Epic Twittering
( http://twitter.com/Maccadole )
Eddykins: @Maccadole LOL, you have some weird dreams Mac. (I wish I could remember mine but they're always gone when I wake up.)
Maccadole: @Eddykins I love my dreams XD I love that I got to be the hero for once.
Eddykins: @Maccadole Who knows, maybe that dream was a premonition. You'll save Shanks someday :p
Maccadole: @Eddykins I'm gonna take a bullet for him at a convention, I'm sure!
Eddykins: @Maccadole Well, make sure you wear a Kevlar vest. We do want a happy ending :)
Maccadole: @Eddykins HAHAHAH! You just made me have a day dream in fast-forward mode XD a whole romantic story in two seconds XD
Eddykins: @Maccadole ROFLMAO! I was seeing a little scene in my minds eye aswell. ^___^
Well, I don't know what his was like XD But my scenario happened as follows:
There's a huge open convention hall and there are tons of people. I'm next in line to meet Shanksy. Possibly to take a photo with him. Not an autograph. Because he's standing up. He's saying good bye to the person before me.
Some sneaky sniper-ish dude is hiding one floor up. There's suspense. I turn and look around suspiciously because my gut feeling tells me something's wrong. I have that weird lifeguard-y sixth sense.
I catch a glimpse of the guy at the very last second. A heartbeat. Slow motion moment. Gun goes off, and the bullet is rushing towards Shanksy! I I turn my head towards him, also in movie slow motion, and my eyes go wide. I think "No...!" as I jump. (NOT the lame slow-mo "noOooOooo")
I throw myself sideways in front of him and the bullet hits my chest. The crowd screams. Panic erupts. Shanksy stands there shocked, mouth open, eyes wide! Butchy men in black suits - and possibly sunglasses - rush in from nowhere and surround us. The hitman is nowhere to be seen. The danger is over.
Shanksy bends down and his hands hover above my chest, unsure of what to do. "You saved me...!" he says in that touching, grateful omg-don't-leave-me way. I appear to be dying, and he feels very guilty and upset and stressed out. What should he say!
But then I catch my breath and I recover instead of fading away. He gasps slightly and his eyes flicker all over. He grabs me by my shoulders and holds me for a second, then helps me up.
We stand up. We slowly let go of each other. The crowd gasps, surprised that I made it. How is that possible?! I pop a few buttons off the top of my shirt and show the bullet-proof vest underneath. A shared understanding spreads through the hall. Shanksy looks shocked at me. He opens his mouth but is unable to speak. Relief spreads across his face for a moment, then his features melt into something cheesy and emotional.
"You're alive..." he says. "Thank you..."
And his hands are back on my arms, sliding from the wrists and up, and I smile weakly unsure of what to expect. I look up at him nervously, and lovingly, as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and back and leans down to kiss me in that silly romantic way when the guy tilts the girl back ever so slightly. And I hold on to him for all I've got.
And the crowd cheers :D
And then we live happily ever after.
... Sometimes I love my brain.
( http://twitter.com/Maccadole )
Eddykins: @Maccadole LOL, you have some weird dreams Mac. (I wish I could remember mine but they're always gone when I wake up.)
Maccadole: @Eddykins I love my dreams XD I love that I got to be the hero for once.
Eddykins: @Maccadole Who knows, maybe that dream was a premonition. You'll save Shanks someday :p
Maccadole: @Eddykins I'm gonna take a bullet for him at a convention, I'm sure!
Eddykins: @Maccadole Well, make sure you wear a Kevlar vest. We do want a happy ending :)
Maccadole: @Eddykins HAHAHAH! You just made me have a day dream in fast-forward mode XD a whole romantic story in two seconds XD
Eddykins: @Maccadole ROFLMAO! I was seeing a little scene in my minds eye aswell. ^___^
Well, I don't know what his was like XD But my scenario happened as follows:
There's a huge open convention hall and there are tons of people. I'm next in line to meet Shanksy. Possibly to take a photo with him. Not an autograph. Because he's standing up. He's saying good bye to the person before me.
Some sneaky sniper-ish dude is hiding one floor up. There's suspense. I turn and look around suspiciously because my gut feeling tells me something's wrong. I have that weird lifeguard-y sixth sense.
I catch a glimpse of the guy at the very last second. A heartbeat. Slow motion moment. Gun goes off, and the bullet is rushing towards Shanksy! I I turn my head towards him, also in movie slow motion, and my eyes go wide. I think "No...!" as I jump. (NOT the lame slow-mo "noOooOooo")
I throw myself sideways in front of him and the bullet hits my chest. The crowd screams. Panic erupts. Shanksy stands there shocked, mouth open, eyes wide! Butchy men in black suits - and possibly sunglasses - rush in from nowhere and surround us. The hitman is nowhere to be seen. The danger is over.
Shanksy bends down and his hands hover above my chest, unsure of what to do. "You saved me...!" he says in that touching, grateful omg-don't-leave-me way. I appear to be dying, and he feels very guilty and upset and stressed out. What should he say!
But then I catch my breath and I recover instead of fading away. He gasps slightly and his eyes flicker all over. He grabs me by my shoulders and holds me for a second, then helps me up.
We stand up. We slowly let go of each other. The crowd gasps, surprised that I made it. How is that possible?! I pop a few buttons off the top of my shirt and show the bullet-proof vest underneath. A shared understanding spreads through the hall. Shanksy looks shocked at me. He opens his mouth but is unable to speak. Relief spreads across his face for a moment, then his features melt into something cheesy and emotional.
"You're alive..." he says. "Thank you..."
And his hands are back on my arms, sliding from the wrists and up, and I smile weakly unsure of what to expect. I look up at him nervously, and lovingly, as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and back and leans down to kiss me in that silly romantic way when the guy tilts the girl back ever so slightly. And I hold on to him for all I've got.
And the crowd cheers :D
And then we live happily ever after.
... Sometimes I love my brain.
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I'm actually jealous! ;p
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