Dynam saw a forum section called "Stories" and he saw everybody making their own story. And by following the simple logic, that by doing what seems pleasing to everyone will also seem pleasing to him, he decided to write his own story. "Pencil and paper style!"
Dynam focused with all his will on the piece of paper. He asked himself, "What's the one thing that comes to mind when I look at this?" His answer was, "Paper = Wood fibres and fibres are good for your health so......."
And then he ate the paper. It was surprisingly tasty.
After a little while, Dynam was disappointed. He thought that doing that would give him some inspiration. No, instead, it gave him cholera, for you see, that paper had a colony of Vibrio cholerae living on it.
Consequently, he went to the hospital, was prescribed medicine, and then came back home. He certainly felt worse off than before and in no better shape to write a good story.
He looked around, seeing if there was anything to give him an idea. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang. And if you know Dynam, then you know that he has a headache every time his large alarm clock rings like a jet engine that is 2 yards close to him. So naturally, he took the alarm clock, calmly closed the alarm and then threw it out the window. Why did he have that set anyway!?
What Dynam failed to remember was that he had a friend who called him to meet up at a new sports club (this sports club was one of the best too and some say that joining it is a once in a lifetime opportunity) and play some rounds of football(or soccer for all of you Americans) and table tennis. He was afraid that he'd miss this opportunity and as such, he decided to set up the alarm so that he wouldn't procrastinate on it.
Now, Dynam's mental state wasn't exactly stable. I mean, I certainly would not want to get stuck with him in a room at this time. This day was a shift from curiosity to pain to sadness to all out rage. Of course, you'll half to use your imagination for all of this because making an animated video would take a long time(that assumes we actually have the skills to make one).
Back to the story, Dynam couldn't think straight. He gave up. There was no point in continuing this. It was self-evident that he wasn't meant to write a story. Then he decided to play some video games. Those always made him felt better.
He took out his old Playstation and his long-forgotten copy of Pepmi man. Ah, the memories. They all came flowing back. When he opened the small box, there was no disc! This saddened him even more. He remembered that the game was banned in the country for advertising. "It was unfair," he thought. He just wanted to play it and, perhaps, show it to others.
And then he went to sleep thinking that it's better to forget everything that happened today and have a better day tomorrow than staying in a state of melancholy any longer.
So, boys and girls, what was the moral of the story? That you shouldn't eat paper? No. That you should be calm and confident and not succumb to anger? No. That you should be smart when trying to prevent procrastination? No.
I'm not really sure what the real moral was. Well, all the better to let everyone else decide.
Dynam focused with all his will on the piece of paper. He asked himself, "What's the one thing that comes to mind when I look at this?" His answer was, "Paper = Wood fibres and fibres are good for your health so......."
And then he ate the paper. It was surprisingly tasty.
After a little while, Dynam was disappointed. He thought that doing that would give him some inspiration. No, instead, it gave him cholera, for you see, that paper had a colony of Vibrio cholerae living on it.
Consequently, he went to the hospital, was prescribed medicine, and then came back home. He certainly felt worse off than before and in no better shape to write a good story.
He looked around, seeing if there was anything to give him an idea. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang. And if you know Dynam, then you know that he has a headache every time his large alarm clock rings like a jet engine that is 2 yards close to him. So naturally, he took the alarm clock, calmly closed the alarm and then threw it out the window. Why did he have that set anyway!?
What Dynam failed to remember was that he had a friend who called him to meet up at a new sports club (this sports club was one of the best too and some say that joining it is a once in a lifetime opportunity) and play some rounds of football(or soccer for all of you Americans) and table tennis. He was afraid that he'd miss this opportunity and as such, he decided to set up the alarm so that he wouldn't procrastinate on it.
Now, Dynam's mental state wasn't exactly stable. I mean, I certainly would not want to get stuck with him in a room at this time. This day was a shift from curiosity to pain to sadness to all out rage. Of course, you'll half to use your imagination for all of this because making an animated video would take a long time(that assumes we actually have the skills to make one).
Back to the story, Dynam couldn't think straight. He gave up. There was no point in continuing this. It was self-evident that he wasn't meant to write a story. Then he decided to play some video games. Those always made him felt better.
He took out his old Playstation and his long-forgotten copy of Pepmi man. Ah, the memories. They all came flowing back. When he opened the small box, there was no disc! This saddened him even more. He remembered that the game was banned in the country for advertising. "It was unfair," he thought. He just wanted to play it and, perhaps, show it to others.
And then he went to sleep thinking that it's better to forget everything that happened today and have a better day tomorrow than staying in a state of melancholy any longer.
So, boys and girls, what was the moral of the story? That you shouldn't eat paper? No. That you should be calm and confident and not succumb to anger? No. That you should be smart when trying to prevent procrastination? No.
I'm not really sure what the real moral was. Well, all the better to let everyone else decide.
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