HELLO RY BURST FANS!!!!!!!
I need a name for you guys. Like how @D.j The Hydreigon calls her followers Hydregions. Or how all the cool YouTubers have a name for their fan base, and loyal fans. Do I have any of that? I dunno. Maybe. I need to figure something out. Let me try that again.
HELLO RYBERIANS!!!!!
Nah, seems off. How about this?
HELLO BURSTKATEERS!!!!!!
Wow. That was different. Um I dunno. I’m open to suggestions. Or maybe I’ll just into like this.
Hello Charmers!!
That’s much better. Hey guys, Ry_Burst here, with something new. This is less structural than a story and will probably be more frequently written as there really isn’t a script or anything to follow. Just me talking. Out of my brain head hole.........
But this is where I’ll tell stories, and just talk abut stuff. Like a normal person does to his friends. But I don’t have friends, so I guess my internet pals will work.
So, here’s my first story. Of many, hopefully.
First off, I’m an idiot. I don’t know if you know this yet, but I can be a lot. When I was maybe 9, I had this dream of wanting to bungee jump. But I live in the American Midwest. We don’t have big drops and tons of not busy bridges. We have plains and hills. And you can’t bungee jump off a hill. Trust me on this. I tried.
But I wanted to bungee jump more than anything in the world. Like at that time, you could have offered me, a million kajillion dollars or the chance to bungee jump. And I would have probably taken the bungee jump. Even though with that kind of money, i could probably retire at the age of 9 and devote the rest of my life to bungee jumping with that kind of money. But I was obsessed with it.
So when I was 11, I had this weird bunk bed thingy. The top bed was a bed for like sleeping. And the bottom bunk had been tricked out to be a desk, shelf, TV stand, and like a jillion other things. So pretty much I was always on the top bunk if I wanted to sleep. So after about a month of having his bed, I decided that i wanted to learn to bungee jump, and this bunk bed would be the key to doing it.
So I stole a rope. Yeah, I know. Total bad boy right here.
I’m stealing rope. But at the time, I didn’t know exactly how bungee jumping worked. I thought it was with any old rope, and something high off the ground. The mechical aspects of it didn’t really faze me. So in my mind, I was set. I climbed to my top bunk wearing nothing but my skivvies. Now, in retrospect, I don’t know my train of thought on being in my nderwear while owing what I did, but I did. So then I tied the leg holes of my underwear together, while I wore the underwear, and then tied the other end of the rope to the support for the bunk. And then I jumped off.
I’ll never forget what happened next. So apparently, when bungee jumping the type of rope you’re using is important, but the length of said rope. You want it to not let you hit the ground. However, I didn’t think it through. And crashed. Face first onto the ground.
So after breaking my face, I got up and tried to run away. Now it didn’t process fully that the rope was still tied to my underwear, so I just kept crawling forward, making little process. But I refused to keep going, and I changed with all of my might for maybe 10 minutes. Now the reason I stopped, was not because i was going up, but because underwear had ripped.............. And none of it caught on until later, when my mother asked me why I was naked and running around.
So yeah. That’s my firs story. I hope you guys liked it. Any questions you wanna aske me to answer for the next episiode, leave in the comments. Ry_Burst, signing off.
I need a name for you guys. Like how @D.j The Hydreigon calls her followers Hydregions. Or how all the cool YouTubers have a name for their fan base, and loyal fans. Do I have any of that? I dunno. Maybe. I need to figure something out. Let me try that again.
HELLO RYBERIANS!!!!!
Nah, seems off. How about this?
HELLO BURSTKATEERS!!!!!!
Wow. That was different. Um I dunno. I’m open to suggestions. Or maybe I’ll just into like this.
Hello Charmers!!
That’s much better. Hey guys, Ry_Burst here, with something new. This is less structural than a story and will probably be more frequently written as there really isn’t a script or anything to follow. Just me talking. Out of my brain head hole.........
But this is where I’ll tell stories, and just talk abut stuff. Like a normal person does to his friends. But I don’t have friends, so I guess my internet pals will work.
So, here’s my first story. Of many, hopefully.
First off, I’m an idiot. I don’t know if you know this yet, but I can be a lot. When I was maybe 9, I had this dream of wanting to bungee jump. But I live in the American Midwest. We don’t have big drops and tons of not busy bridges. We have plains and hills. And you can’t bungee jump off a hill. Trust me on this. I tried.
But I wanted to bungee jump more than anything in the world. Like at that time, you could have offered me, a million kajillion dollars or the chance to bungee jump. And I would have probably taken the bungee jump. Even though with that kind of money, i could probably retire at the age of 9 and devote the rest of my life to bungee jumping with that kind of money. But I was obsessed with it.
So when I was 11, I had this weird bunk bed thingy. The top bed was a bed for like sleeping. And the bottom bunk had been tricked out to be a desk, shelf, TV stand, and like a jillion other things. So pretty much I was always on the top bunk if I wanted to sleep. So after about a month of having his bed, I decided that i wanted to learn to bungee jump, and this bunk bed would be the key to doing it.
So I stole a rope. Yeah, I know. Total bad boy right here.
I’m stealing rope. But at the time, I didn’t know exactly how bungee jumping worked. I thought it was with any old rope, and something high off the ground. The mechical aspects of it didn’t really faze me. So in my mind, I was set. I climbed to my top bunk wearing nothing but my skivvies. Now, in retrospect, I don’t know my train of thought on being in my nderwear while owing what I did, but I did. So then I tied the leg holes of my underwear together, while I wore the underwear, and then tied the other end of the rope to the support for the bunk. And then I jumped off. I’ll never forget what happened next. So apparently, when bungee jumping the type of rope you’re using is important, but the length of said rope. You want it to not let you hit the ground. However, I didn’t think it through. And crashed. Face first onto the ground.
So after breaking my face, I got up and tried to run away. Now it didn’t process fully that the rope was still tied to my underwear, so I just kept crawling forward, making little process. But I refused to keep going, and I changed with all of my might for maybe 10 minutes. Now the reason I stopped, was not because i was going up, but because underwear had ripped.............. And none of it caught on until later, when my mother asked me why I was naked and running around.
So yeah. That’s my firs story. I hope you guys liked it. Any questions you wanna aske me to answer for the next episiode, leave in the comments. Ry_Burst, signing off.
