November 1: A light breakfast, cottage cheese perhaps. Check on my Viva Pinata garden and go to work. Come home, play an hour of infinity mode on Dead Rising (damn you MaxRPG, I WILL DEFEAT YOU!) and then play Chromehounds until I pass out. (The 13th is with Sol Kar at this point after From gave them two more regions in October to even things out).
November 2: I get the last Achievement in Lego Star Wars II, unlocking the WompRat.
November 3: After a long and drawn out conflict, The 13th Street Entitlements finally and decisively beat the gang of their long time rivals: BOARDS.IGN BALLAZ.
November 4: My friend helps me get past a particularly tough Crackdown boss. It turns out his Level 12 SuperStrength is all needed.
November 5: I download the Lumines Holiday Pack and quickly get the highest score on the Christmastime In Hollis skin.
November 6: I download the latest new Pinata (a FruitLupin) and discover that it does not get along with my prized SowerBall in the slightest.
November 7: After work, I spend the rest of the night poring through a 78 page GAF thread entitled "LOL GOW 8.3 (IGN)"
November 8: I pick up my Gears Of War Limited Edition tin and skip home. After spending an hour poring over the lovingly put together art book and watching the DVD's fascinating exploration of the game's development process, I am ready to play the game. I make my way through about 1/6th of the single player before I fall asleep.
November 9: I call in sick to work and finish through the rest of the gripping Single Player experience.
November 10: Multiplayer Day 1. A blur.
November 11: Some members of the 13th have congealed into a powerful fighting force and we climb the leaderboards at an alarming speed.
November 12: Kobold's frightening affinity for the CurbStomp move makes us the most powerful team in the rankings. Purg3, MaxRPG, Kobold and I are all approached by Epic for an endorsement deal.
November 13: We all teleconference in for some talks with some higher ups, but my mind is elsewhere. A day that I have long awaited is fast approaching.
November 14: Work is a blur and I play no video games when I get home. My Viva Pinata garden, unbeknownst to me, is overrun by Sour Pinatas. I only find out the next day when a friends sends me a message on Live.
November 15: I fight off Sour Pinatas for over an hour and force nearly all of my Pinatas into a mating frenzy to replenish their numbers.
November 16: Talk my boss into letting me leave work early so I can properly calibrate the forty-eight televisions I will have set up in my living room to keep an eye on news reports and closed circuit security feeds throughout the tri-state area. My old Performa will be ready to go, running the algorithms I programmed into it over the summer to simulatanously track and predict the body count on PS3's launch day.
November 17:
"WOW. EVEN I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THAT BAD. THE BEST BUY HERE ON THE MOON AT INHUMAN PLAZA ONLY GOT LIKE FOUR PREMIUMS. THAT'S MESSED UP."
November 18: Still in hiding as the military has discovered the existence of my supercomputer and wants to use the data I collected to predict the outcome of all global conflict. My Chromehounds squad starts getting worried.
November 19: Discover an underground network of mathematicians who have been forced to use their precious supercomputers for warmth as they churn out now-useless computations.
November 20: Sleep all day, having finally stopped running.
November 21: Unbeknownst to me, the government had planted a tracking device in my Listerine and had been waiting for me to discover the mathematician's lair (cleverly hidden underneath a building named Peyar Square). They are swift and merciless, and we all wake up on a strange island.
November 22: A social structure quickly forms and, since many of the mathematicians were surprised that such an accomplished cartoonist like myself could also have been so handy with computers as to draw the wrath of the US Government, I am made leader of our group of 42.
November 23: There is something in the jungle. Most of the mathematitians are flabby and useless in such physical situations, but I am lithe and wiry. I take four of the most fit and head into the brush.
November 24: We discover strange markings on the trees and, strangely enough, wires leading from the beach inland. One of our party has disappeared.
November 25: I am the last one left, having fought of a seemingly endless number of half man, half ape creatures with metal helmets and machetes. I sleep high above the ground on a palm frond.
November 26: Using vines, I fashion a method of traversing the island without returning to the ground and observe, horrified, as an army of manimals wipe out the rest of the mathematicians.
November 27: I discover, in a clearing, a massive facility of unknown purpose. I make my way down from the treetops and hide in the brush, observing as manimals enter and leave the facility, some in fatigues, some in labcoats. I do not sleep.
November 28: By sunrise, I have discovered an opening in their routine and make my way inside. I realize that this is clearly some kind of research facility, combining technological and medical research into some kind of freakish hybrid. I sleep in a broom closet, but only briefly.
November 29: I discover that death was only the beginning for the mathematicians who were taken with me to this island. Their bodies undergo horrific experiments and I realize that these manimals I have grown to fear were once humans just like you or I.
November 30: I have made my way to the epicenter of this foul lair and am making my way to the denizens of the leaders of this cabal. While I am frightened, I must know who is behind this, and what their purpose is. I come to a door painted red, set in a wall of blinding white. I reach out to open it....
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