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Post by yoshi33469 on Jun 5, 2010 21:05:51 GMT -5
Dear diary, June 1, 2010
I just defeted Koopa Troopa by jumping on his head, or so I thought. I was about to when he crawled into his pointy shell and then BAM! I hurt my foot. I got away by crawling.
love,
Yoshi
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Post by yoshi33469 on Jun 5, 2010 21:09:41 GMT -5
Dear Diary, June 2, 2010
It is dark and i am scared! :'(I am in the dark wondering for food. (It is my turn.)Oh wait, I just found a banana!
love,
Yoshi
P.S: My foot still husts!
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Post by yoshi33469 on Jun 5, 2010 21:15:34 GMT -5
Dear diary, June 2, 2010 Yum! I just finished my banana. oh wait, I needed that! So, still on my hunt. Ooooh, a grape! another, another another! Oooooh! A banana! Gulp! Oh come on!  love, Yoshi |
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Post by yoshi33469 on Jun 5, 2010 21:22:30 GMT -5
Dear diary, June 2, 2010 I- yaaaawwwwn! fell asleep last night. And.... wait. where am I?  Oh no! I am with my family behind bars. with... with... bowser on the other side! Love, Yoshi P.S: I'm really, really scared! |
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Post by yoshi33469 on Jun 5, 2010 21:26:18 GMT -5
Dear diary, June 3, 2010
Trying to sleep but i can't with all the howling in the back ground. It isn't making me very comfortable... at all. I wonder how my little brother is searching for food.
love,
Yoshi
P.S: My tummy is going grumble, grumble!
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Post by Misphinxterator on Jun 5, 2010 22:02:40 GMT -5
Dear diary, June 4, 2010
Being stuck in jail, I finally have some time to reflect over my recent actions. Maybe my revolution in the Mushroom Kingdom was a bad idea after all. From now on, I'm going to do everything by the book. This diary will henceforth be my autobiography with an exposition of my political ideology. A chronicle of my troubles. My struggle.
Love,
Yoshi
P.S: I wanted to call it Four and a Half Years (of Struggle) Against Lies, Stupidity and Cowardice but my friend Maxshi told me not to.
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Post by teh yoshi on Jun 5, 2010 22:25:49 GMT -5
I think this better belongs in the Roleplaying forum. Whoooosh!
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Post by yoshi33469 on Jul 17, 2010 0:46:56 GMT -5
Dear Diary, Mario made my day!!! He came to save me, fed me apples and now he gave me a job to go save princess peach!?!? That is way to big a job for me! but mario gave it to me. So i guess i have too.  Oh well, i guess i be on my way now. Love, Yoshi |
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Post by Misphinxterator on Aug 6, 2010 18:48:49 GMT -5
Dear Diary, June 6 2010
Mario is such a jerk. He parked me outside of the frigging castle and told me to wait. Told me there were ghosts there. Told me I'd get scared. As if.
I thought he believed in me, but I guess not.
One day, I'm going to form the world's greatest nation, full of the master race of Yoshikind, and show plumbers like Mario what's what. No more being jumped on. No more being kicked off into pits for coins. No more being left outside houses like a frigging dog. I swear to god and everything holy, I will show them.
Love,
Yoshi
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Post by yoshi33469 on Aug 14, 2010 19:27:34 GMT -5
Watcha writing? Back off blue yoshi. let me see!!! No! ha! come on give it back, your my brother. Dear Diary, (this should be good)  your not reading this!!! |
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Post by Shoe on Aug 15, 2010 20:11:47 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I found myself beginning to wonder, am I becoming like a certain Magikoopa? Those Shy Guys who were thrown in with us were screaming about it for days. How did it feel, Kamek, to have all your conspiracies and high hopes spilled onto the cold throne room floor?
I wonder, at which failed kidnapping did you begin planning your treason? What were your hopes? Your regrets? Perhaps they weren't any different than mine? If I continue on this road, will I see the same end?
I remember our first conflict, and the nightmare with the Fatso, when he was still in diapers. I remember when the child fell out of the blue and onto my back. Yet, even then, after all he had been through, he had that disgusting pair of confident eyebrows plastered under that ridiculous red hat. Those eyebrows...
I remember the pains we went through to reunite those children. I remember the clouds of pollen over the meadows. My nose still bleeds from time to time. Then, the sharp cliffs and jagged spires of the plateau cutting into my scales. I remember the monkeys in the jungle and their bombs that claimed so many of my friends. I never found out where they got those. Not to mention the burning hills and freezing slopes that followed. And the Shy Guys. The Shy Guys! Everywhere, the Shy Guys!
But, my fingers curl into my palms as both my thoughts and my anger turn to you, Kamek. It is because of your poor aim and faulty wits that I am where I am. Because of you, I had to endure not only nature's wrath, but the incessant bawling of that lardy tot! I don't know which was worse, only because I know what a frog's digestive tract looks like. And when we finally saved them and sent them on their way, do we get any thanks? Do we even get a greeting card? No! Two and a half decades and over two hundred pounds later, we're used.
Sure, he may have saved our children from the Koopas, but admit it! He used that to bait me into helping him with his ulterior motives. For who was there waiting at the end with nothing but a cake and a kiss? That's right. Peach. Am I nothing more than an empty saddle to you, Mario? And don't think I've forgotten all those blows to the head! People argue, "He wasn't punching, he was pointing!" Lies!
Anyway, I told those Shy Guys a similar story the other day, but when I finished, they were all trembling in the corner except for one, who apparently had died for some reason. The others were sent to the asylum last night.
All things considered, this has been a fine week for me.
Love,
Yoshi
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Post by Misphinxterator on Aug 17, 2010 17:27:51 GMT -5
Dear Diary, June 7 2010
God DAMN it. I can't believe this. Okay, so today some jerkface called the ambulance on me and sent me to some psychiatric ward or something. I have no clue. Whatever. Oh, and apparently I have dissociative identity disorder, which really sucks, because this makes starting my super-nation a pain. Because this means I could one second be leading the world's greatest army and the next I'll be moaning and whining about my foot and worthless mundane crap like fruit. I hate my other personality, the spineless little meddler. The pitiful little coward.
Oh, and if I ever say anything weird—like about Blue Yoshi or whatever—that's just my other personality being a sorry little weakling.
And I was just having such a fine week.
I have to get out of here.
Love,
Yoshi
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