I'm a writer who loves Skillet and Assassin's Creed way too much.
Yusuf: You fight like a man late for his own wedding.
Ezio: Yes, by about twenty-five years.
Me: Come here, Ezio. (>T_T)>
Assassin’s Creed makes everything better.
Dylan: Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Much love.
Me: Safety and peace, Altaïr.
I really just want to sleep or cry or just sit with Dylan or all of the above because I have to get up at six in the morning for PT and it’s not even nine yet but I’m already sleepy and that’s pathetic and I have two quizzes tomorrow for one of my Air Force classes and I have to study and all that jazz and it sucks because there’s so much I missed a whole week of classes last week and I have so much in all my classes and this is a run-on sentence and my writing professor would hate it.
That was a whiny rant.
Also, this is me declaring a hiatus from Tumblr and the Internet (minus Twitter, because I just can’t give that up) until I get caught up on all my classwork. I’m sorry, and I love you all, and I will miss you, but this is a time in my life where I really just need to focus on homework and Assassin’s Creed because the new game comes out in exactly three weeks and I have to play.
Please wait for me. <3
Me: ABSTERGO EXISTS AND THAT MEANS WE ARE ASSASSINS
Kelly: Yes!! xDDDDDDD I love it!!!!!
Me: MAYBE PUTTING THE DECALS ON OUR CARS WILL GET US ATTACKED AND KILLED BY TEMPLARS... O.O
Kelly: PFFFFFFFF xDDD templars aren't that bamf anyway and besides we're the ones with variety and equality!
Kelly: holy shit we're the 2012 obama campaign
Kelly: Assassin's = 2012 Obama Campaign, Templars = 2012 teapartiers............
Kelly: MIND BLOWN
Kelly: YOU CAN ALL GO HOME, THE INTERNET IS OVER
Kelly: I'll be the Leonardo to your Ezio ;D
And we will park in this order with cars of these names.
Kelly: white vehicle named Leonardo’s Flying Machine
David: silver vehicle named Ezio
Me: dark grey vehicle named Malik
Gary: black vehicle named Desmond
And we will park in that order until the end of time.
And we will be invincible.
Because we are Assassins.
So many feels.
You guys don’t understand.
I legitimately almost started crying.
SO MANY FEELS.
SO MANY FEELS.
So last night I was struggling with this part of AC2 in which I have to climb aboard a ship and make an assassination without being detected by the dozen guards posted strategically against my convenience. I called it quits around eleven thirty and went to bed…
Where I had a dream about that same assassination. Except it was first person, me, and the Renaissance guards had been replaced with modern-day, burly, bouncer-type security guards.
It was a strange dream, indeed.