Summer Files: Hawaii 2

Ok, this was SO much more boring yet worth it than yesterday!

So I brought some ketchup with me, right? As the morning dawned and the person in charge of the whole competition, the Ghost of Sir Nick the HP*, the last living** representative of the Knight class in general, shouted the standings, I slathered myself with ketchup and laid down in an inconspicuous spot.

See, my plan was, the ketchup would make it look like I was dead, and when people came up, they'd see I was dead, laugh, kick me, and then I'd slit their throat. Priceless, no?

Well, NO ONE CAME BY THE WHOLE FREAKING DAY! You'd think, with over 40,000 million residents, tourists, and competitors all spread out of the Hawaiian islands, SOMEONE would have come by in the ten hours I laid there! But NO! Not happening, apparently!

Finally, some Ninja dude comes up and sniffs. "Gee, If I could smell anything over the smell of that ketchup, I could tell whether or not that Viking is really dead! SOMEONE is using TOO MUCH KETCHUP ON THEIR FRIES!" The last sentence, the Ninja yelled really loudly.

At that exact moment, Omar the Bold comes out of some bushes and sees the Ninjas standing over me. "YOU K-ES-ER!" he yelles.

"K? S? Er?" The ninja confusedly asked. "Wazzat mean?"

"KILL STEALER!" Omar yelled. "I HAVE HATED THIS GUY FOR YEARS, I HAE PLANNED HIS DEATH SO MANY TIMES, AND JUST WHEN I HAVE HIM IN MY GRASP, YOU KILL HIM!"

Omar is SUCH a good actor. Pretending he wanted to kill me! Ha!

Anyway, I could tell Omar was in trouble, so I was about to stab the ninja for him with my machete when all of a sudden, Omar dove toward the Ninja, yelling something about wanting to kill the one who killed me. I just LOVE it when people try to avenge my death, as a friend!

Anyway, so the Ninja and Omar ran off, and I laid there until the now, still waiting. No-one came by, so I decided to try going about the same way I did monday tomorrow. Oh, Sir Nick announced that around 10,000 million have been slaughtered so far.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!

*IF you don't know what that stands for, you need to die. Come down to Hawaii this week.

** I guess you really can't call him LIVING...