Bravestar.
Lance Bravestar.
I feel proud wearing my name engraved on this badge, and not just because the badge represents my duty of protecting the galaxy, but also because 'Lance Bravestar' is a pretty awesome name. Especially when it's my birth name, which means that I have been destined to be awesome since I was born.
No, really. My father was Harrison Bravestar and my mother was Carrie Bravestar. I love them dearly, mostly because they didn't give me a dorky name like 'Melvin'. Heh, I'd hate to be 'Melvin Bravestar'.
So my mentor, Melvin, advised me to write my thoughts and feelings in a diary. I replied by telling him that diaries are for wussies and men with questionable sexuality.
Now a journal, THAT'S manly.
I installed this primitive 'blogging' program on my Wrist-Com (which I will address in the future as 'WC' since I hate typing hyphens), which still dates the year as '2009'. Man, how old is this thing? and where's the date adjuster? Also, this thing was apparently owned by a guy named 'Tredlow Connors', and I don't know how to change the name, so I'll just leave it like that. Anyway, I put an MS paint picture of a disgruntled space-llama as my avatar, tee hee.
So, on to my first day.
They made me captain of this really cool ship. It's called the 'Crimson Condor', and it was once driven by my mentor, Melvin, until he got arrested for DUI last year. Some of my friends told me that this is a bad omen, but, nevertheless, my fortune cookie informed me this morning, that nothing will go wrong in the immediate future.
Well, okay, the cookie was empty, so I just wrote my own fortune and told everyone that it was real. Hey, every man controls his own destiny, right?
Anyway, they got me paired by a robot named Reynold. He's kind of uptight and humorless. Just a few hours ago I scrambled the wires on his head and made him dance around the ship. He didn't even chuckle. Then he started scolding me about how the word 'robot' is an offensive term, and he prefer to be called 'mecha' instead.
Why can't I be paired off with a hot amazon chick or Chuck Norris? My friend, Crash Magnum, who is only two ranks ahead of me, got paired with a clone of Bruce Lee! I want a clone of an Asian with a funny haircut, too! I always get paired with the boring ones, like Melvin.
Anyway, it's launching time, and all electronic devices must be turned off.
Until next time, BRAVESTAR IS GO!!!!!
Lance Bravestar.
I feel proud wearing my name engraved on this badge, and not just because the badge represents my duty of protecting the galaxy, but also because 'Lance Bravestar' is a pretty awesome name. Especially when it's my birth name, which means that I have been destined to be awesome since I was born.
No, really. My father was Harrison Bravestar and my mother was Carrie Bravestar. I love them dearly, mostly because they didn't give me a dorky name like 'Melvin'. Heh, I'd hate to be 'Melvin Bravestar'.
So my mentor, Melvin, advised me to write my thoughts and feelings in a diary. I replied by telling him that diaries are for wussies and men with questionable sexuality.
Now a journal, THAT'S manly.
I installed this primitive 'blogging' program on my Wrist-Com (which I will address in the future as 'WC' since I hate typing hyphens), which still dates the year as '2009'. Man, how old is this thing? and where's the date adjuster? Also, this thing was apparently owned by a guy named 'Tredlow Connors', and I don't know how to change the name, so I'll just leave it like that. Anyway, I put an MS paint picture of a disgruntled space-llama as my avatar, tee hee.
So, on to my first day.
They made me captain of this really cool ship. It's called the 'Crimson Condor', and it was once driven by my mentor, Melvin, until he got arrested for DUI last year. Some of my friends told me that this is a bad omen, but, nevertheless, my fortune cookie informed me this morning, that nothing will go wrong in the immediate future.
Well, okay, the cookie was empty, so I just wrote my own fortune and told everyone that it was real. Hey, every man controls his own destiny, right?
Anyway, they got me paired by a robot named Reynold. He's kind of uptight and humorless. Just a few hours ago I scrambled the wires on his head and made him dance around the ship. He didn't even chuckle. Then he started scolding me about how the word 'robot' is an offensive term, and he prefer to be called 'mecha' instead.
Why can't I be paired off with a hot amazon chick or Chuck Norris? My friend, Crash Magnum, who is only two ranks ahead of me, got paired with a clone of Bruce Lee! I want a clone of an Asian with a funny haircut, too! I always get paired with the boring ones, like Melvin.
Anyway, it's launching time, and all electronic devices must be turned off.
Until next time, BRAVESTAR IS GO!!!!!
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