(Taking a break from the Suzaku thing...)
It has been a while since I last posted something in this thread. But then again it has been a while since a cartoon character was last able to infuriate me to the point where I desired to breathe black flame so as to forever incinerate her visage from all remains of human memory.
She is so despicably evil and underhanded that I believe that is the reason why her creators gave her no name. They knew that by assigning a title to this vile creature would forever tarnish all those who shared her same designation or who's name remotely held the ability to call forth memories associated with this purveyor of annoyances and evil deeds.
She looks innocent enough, dressed in a proper school girl's uniform and chatting in such a carefree manner. Covered in this sheep's clothing, she claims to not only be a friend but a council of sorts. She holds your hand and calmly guides you through the rules. She creates examples over and over again, so as to beguile you into thinking that she cares if you understand the guidelines of her dastardly farce of a "game".
The moment you let go of that hand, however immediately a timer appears out of nowhere! She never mentioned that! She stands to the right of your screen in that same school girl outfit, but now whenever you make a mistake she laughs and points. She giggles as you continue to blunder your way through a pile of shifting letters, in which one out of 6! (720) ways will create the needed 6 letter word in order to advance to the bonus round. She continues to mock and ridicule you and will even send an unnecessarily big red "X" to the center of your screen in order to further degrade your futile efforts to appease this unseen insatiable creature that sent her who consumes vocabulary words to stave off her consumption of your soul. (think silver surfer)
She will continue to taunt you from the sidelines, regardless of however you have advanced through the stages. You can never earn her respect or her silence. She forever, throws more and more letters at you all the while the ticking, yes the ticking never ceases. The sound of the clock, is the timer for your life. Each second that goes by brings you further and further to the end...yes the end.
The end where she shows her cruelty even more. No matter what your score, be ye a hermit or a salesman, "You can do better, Chris". She says. I did my BEST! I am sorry. I couldn't live up to your standards. Your words are bad enough, but what truly chills me to the bone is the cold judgment I see in her eyes. Yes the judgment that is present in every frame of her flash animation.
I loathe you unnamed schoolgirl, and I rue the day that I became addicted to your wicked, yet so sweet game...