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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Talking Controller, by Darien

Hello once again people who can read! Today (on a very short notice) I'm going to be telling you about a little tall tale I literally just got done writing, The Talking Controller. One day, like any other day, I was playing video games after a long, hard, stressful day of school. It was the same as every other day, sitting on my bed powning a video game. Then the game began to get harder. And harder. And harder! So hard I couldn't even move an inch without losing. So I stopped to go have a quick snack and watch some Spongebob Squarepants. Twenty minutes later when I went back in my room, I saw my controller. But it wasn't just laying there like any other controller. It was sitting upright and beating the final boss on my video game! Even more amazing it was yelling at my TV like it was about to have a rage quit. I guess controllers get angry too. Well, I guess you'd be angry too if you were being smacked all day. "BUTTON MASHING BUTTON MASHING!!!" is what he was yelling. All I could get out was "Uhh... you can talk?" The controller looked at me (well I'm assuming it looked at me) and just replied "So a bird that can repeat everything you say doesn't amaze you, but a talking controller does? Kids these days." "Its just I've never heard of a talking controller before." The controller sighed. "Nobody has in many years, kid. We come to life when people truly need help on games, like you right now." I wanted to say "Then where were you all those other times..." but I didn't know what talking remotes were capable of. For all i knew he could whisper some code and make all my electronics explode. So I just watched in aww as he beat the final boss like it was a baby. I was quite pleased, for I had been trying to beat it for several days. Then the controller literally had a "spark" of intelligence. "Hey kid," the controller asked "How about we take this to the next level? I'm talking beating every gamer in the world and becoming famous! What do ya say?" It did sound nice, being famous and all. So I shook his hand as best as I could and said "Deal." We started off small, beating all the kids in our neighborhood. Then we moved on to the other towns. Then the small city's. Then the major city's. Soon all of Florida had been beaten by us! One day, while playing the newest racing game, I got a letter. "Dear Darien,"the letter said "How would you like to participate in the National Gaming Championship? There will be games like Halo, Need for Speed, Super Mario and Dragon Ball Z all for playing. And the winner gets $1,000,000! If your up for it, head to the football stadium in Tampa on November 21st. Hope you consider it!" I was so excited! One million dollars? I was so getting that. I grabbed my controller, convinced dad to take me to Tampa, and we were off! Imagine an entire football stadium stuffed with video games. Now imagine its also stuffed with millions of people pushing you aside just to try out a demo. Then imagine speakers so loud you could go deaf by just listening to someone say "Hello!". That would basically sum up the Tampa Football Stadium. We managed to find the competition area, and my controller was eager to fight. "Let me at em! This will be easy!" he kept yelling inside my backpack. But I'd been thinking. Would it be right to win by letting a master gamer do all the work for me? I decided to play it the legit way and do it myself. Mr. Controller (so he called himself) was highly disappointed and went back to normal. Then the games started. I came in first in Need for Speed (naturally) and earned myself a nice 2000 dollars. I came in 3rd in Halo, only because someone had messed with the game so he was invincible. I came 2nd in Dragon Ball, which gave me 500 dollars, and last in mario kart. Never was truly good at that game. After that we went home, had pizza, and went to bed. So in the end, playing fairly and coming in last is always better then cheating and winning. The End. That's my story on The Talking Controller. I got the picture from and the story from my genius brain. Hope you enjoyed it! That

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