Give me a post-Fusion mini-story where Samus has to deal with another infant of Ridley’s species and is torn between the ideas of blowing its brains out to save everyone some trouble, or trying really hard to raise it with some understanding of right and wrong.
I’m a busy man. Got two caution signs to remind me to slow down sometimes. Got a vibrating megaphone. Clocks. Radiation. Four goats. Got half a tank of simple columnar epithelial tissue. 60% through my day. Half a tank of gas. And it’s only 10:50.
Concept: you find an abandoned smartphone at a restroom, but you’re not sure what kind. The first thing you notice when you pick it up is that the plastic protective case is damp. Holding it makes your hand feel greasy. The phone is turned off. There’s a power button on the side, behind the case. It resists as you attempt to pull it off. Something drips onto your shoes as the fleshy tendrils connecting the case to the phone start to contract. You leave the phone for someone else to find.
nintendo: ok david we’re gonna have you compose the music for our funny gorilla game. it’s about a monkey who’s mad because someone stole his bananas. you think you’re up for it?
david wise: sure. funny monkey game. got it.
david wise: [proceeds to compose some of the most beautiful music ever composed for video games, changing the way video game music is looked at by consumers and artists alike, even influencing koji goddamn kondo to copy david’s style]
In my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date. He rented a redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.
