Of Ralph Baer

05-17-2003, 04:30 AM

The kettle began to emit its shrill whistle. The man who lived in this house hated the kettle with every fiber of his being. But he still kept the kettle. "Why did he keep something he hated so much?" you ask. It is becasue this man hated his life. He hated himself, he hated others, and he hated anything else you can possibly think. There was only one exception in this omni hate and that was a television set.

The man who hated everything save his television set did not like TV. He thought it was all like sewage. It was the television itself that he loved. He loved it for he had created it. He made it to be the best television set the world had ever known. And thought, and still thinks, it was the best television set ever made. This television actually was the first video game console ever made. It was invented by the man who lived in this hell hole of an apartment room. This man was Ralph Baer.

"Mistah B! Yah papah's here!" yelled an unbelievably annoying voice belonging to the paper boy. More annoying than usual to Ralph, who did not like his thoughts to be interrupted by anyone, let alone the paper boy. Ralph shot the paper boy a look of like that of a demon hellbent on drinking the blood of an entire village. The paper boy just smiled, oblivious to Ralph's muderous hate to him.

Ralph retrieved his paper, then went up bedroom. As he was about to sit down on a chair, he noticed his chest. Not that it had suddenly appeared, it had just been there for so long Ralph had never paid much attention to it. Inside it contained one of his WWII buddy's katana and the best TV ever. Ralph decided to open the chest. He took out the katana, stroking the blade.

Then, the most important thing in Ralph's life happened. Something deep within his ruined mind, in the deepest areas of his primals instincts, clicked.

Only an hour later, Ralph was driving to the airport on a one way flight to Japan, the blood of the paper boy and a cabbie on his hands. Now was the begining of the last and most important chapter in Mister Baer's life, a chapter of blood, revenge, and eventually his own death. But for now, he was at large. The police only knew he was a crazed man with a katana, nothing more, nothing less.

OoC: For this OG, try to maintain some level of seriousness and do not use any fictional characters.

05-17-2003, 04:30 AM	#1
Lagomorph Setzer Guest Posts: n/a	The kettle began to emit its shrill whistle. The man who lived in this house hated the kettle with every fiber of his being. But he still kept the kettle. "Why did he keep something he hated so much?" you ask. It is becasue this man hated his life. He hated himself, he hated others, and he hated anything else you can possibly think. There was only one exception in this omni hate and that was a television set. The man who hated everything save his television set did not like TV. He thought it was all like sewage. It was the television itself that he loved. He loved it for he had created it. He made it to be the best television set the world had ever known. And thought, and still thinks, it was the best television set ever made. This television actually was the first video game console ever made. It was invented by the man who lived in this hell hole of an apartment room. This man was Ralph Baer. "Mistah B! Yah papah's here!" yelled an unbelievably annoying voice belonging to the paper boy. More annoying than usual to Ralph, who did not like his thoughts to be interrupted by anyone, let alone the paper boy. Ralph shot the paper boy a look of like that of a demon hellbent on drinking the blood of an entire village. The paper boy just smiled, oblivious to Ralph's muderous hate to him. Ralph retrieved his paper, then went up bedroom. As he was about to sit down on a chair, he noticed his chest. Not that it had suddenly appeared, it had just been there for so long Ralph had never paid much attention to it. Inside it contained one of his WWII buddy's katana and the best TV ever. Ralph decided to open the chest. He took out the katana, stroking the blade. Then, the most important thing in Ralph's life happened. Something deep within his ruined mind, in the deepest areas of his primals instincts, clicked. Only an hour later, Ralph was driving to the airport on a one way flight to Japan, the blood of the paper boy and a cabbie on his hands. Now was the begining of the last and most important chapter in Mister Baer's life, a chapter of blood, revenge, and eventually his own death. But for now, he was at large. The police only knew he was a crazed man with a katana, nothing more, nothing less. OoC: For this OG, try to maintain some level of seriousness and do not use any fictional characters.