Super Train Station H

Long awaited Sixth console for home
Hid a year, at last again will show.
Two thousand twelve - the land the Angel’s own.
The Wii U’s secrets then to all be known.

Let loose from old Nintendo’s wonder well,
free to impress, to please, or to repel.
Tablet controller, leaving luck to heaven,
may you hush the critic’s doubts forever.

Call the fanboys, haters, trolls and drones,
Call every name now mocking Big N’s Fifth,
Prepare their bodies, for Nintendo’s Sixth,
And this time watch them not so soon dismiss.

Let all that at N’s hardware swear a curse
Find N’s hand reaching deep into their purse.
Find them the gamers newly light and jolly
With tablet held in hands joyful, not sorry.

Hardcoreishness, it seems was made to drift,
where ever hardcore seems a rightful fit.
While hardcore makers today elsewhere stand,
in Eighth woo’d over by Nintendo’s hand.

Forget not in those mixed up nineties days,
that hardcore then eagerly turned the page,
From stalwart Sega and Atari’s age,
to Sony’s varied, novel, star-born stage.

N wanders too, where secreted she stands,
In dreadful orchards, reaching out her hand.
To those who say the bite is sure to come,
to them the faithful say, ‘your brains are numb’.

The watchers watch, but watch convinced of lies,
the hand they watch is tricksy, old, and wise.

In ‘twelve the Triple-E shall be a-gasp,
what seemed N’s weakness, is but just a mask.
Friends, old rivals, joined in single task.
To drop the Bomb, we and you’ll feel its blast.

Avast! To oceans blue N’s ship ‘gain sails,
the wind behind N’s Wii U shall not fail.

So last night I had a unusually long and elaborate dream.

I spent a day at school and found that someone left a bunch of Pokédolls on my car when I returned to it in the parking lot. I actually dreamed so much of this that it could stand on its own as a dream and would be TWICE AS LONG as the rest of this if I wrote it all out but I’ll cut to where it gets interesting.

After school that I got out of bed in the middle of the night to take the trash out to the curb since I forgot and didn’t want it to get left all week if the garbage men came before I woke up in the morning.

And then this big black and silver cat with blue eyes came up and started rubbing up on me and trying to jump on me sort of like how my dogs do when I come home after being gone all day.

She was like a housecat, but had the size and frame of a caracal, but in the dream I just accepted that this was some stray cat, and was annoyed because this specific cat was always loitering around my house at night bothering me if I left to go do something. This cat also had no voice at all, not even a meow voice.

So this cat very gently stands on her hind legs and jumps on me trying to be affectionate, and this pisses me off so much that I clinch my fingers around her throat and start brutally choking/throttling her and PUNCHING HER IN THE FREAKING FACE! :O

But the cat wouldn’t leave me alone. She looked hurt but was still trying to be nice to me. In fact she even tried to lead me back through the open door of my own house. When she went into my house I kicked the crap out of her and literally threw her out the door.

This is the most violent I can ever remember being in a dream, ever.

Well it turns out that this giant housecat was actually a HUMAN known as a “nightcat” who is forced to transform into a cat and roam the streets at night in lieu of falling asleep.

Not only is she forced to become a cat, but she literally can’t fall asleep and never slept before in her life.

The only thing that can lull a nightcat to sleep is the heartbeat of the person they love (me in this case), who they’ll seek obsessively in the hopes of finally being able to get close to and finally become able to sleep.

And sadly, I feel the need to specify, YES, I mean “sleep” literally, not as a euphemism. They need to hear a human loved one’s heartbeat to be able to SLEEP.

But get this, even if nightcats manage to snuggle with the person they love and find rest, if the person ever sees them in human form and also figures out/recognizes that they are also the cat, they die instantly by vanishing into smoke.

Oh, and while they nightcats are “forced” to change shape at sunup/sundown, they actually have some control over it and can hold it back for a while if they need to, its just really uncomfortable and painful like trying to hold a full bladder or something, so at least in the morning they have a chance to get away from their human friend before they change back into humans themselves.

I forgot whether this was a race of people who had this condition through heredity, or whether it was a curse, but in the dream this was considered fairly mundane knowledge, sort of like a weird disease you don’t hear about every day.

Also, after I kicked the nightcat out my house, I went to the side of my house and found the duffel bag she kept her clothes/belongings in at night hidden behind the oil tank.

So knowing it belonged to the nightcat, I dumped the duffel bag out all over my lawn and started throwing her stuff out in the street because In this dream I’m an outrageous a-hole.

So in the bag are a couple changes of clothes, a portable dvd player and some dvds, a few “travel edition” board games, and an original model Nintendo DS with a bunch of Pokémon games to go with it. At this point I realized that the nightcat was the one that left the Pokédoll on my car, at which point she instantly died.

End of dream.

Wow.

just a little note. i’m a youtube partner now.

if 1000 people click on my ads, i might earn a fraction of a cent or something absurd like that.

in 1700’s dollars, i’d be madly wealthy.

going nuts clicking on my ads just for the sake of trying to get me money wont actually help me by the way, in fact if they see an abnormal looking number of hits from the same IP they might suspect I’m trying to cheat somehow

but thanks for the sentiment