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I Hate The Kool-Aid Man I Hate The Kool-Aid Man
By Vince401
I hate the Kool-Aid Man, simple as that. He putters around on TV selling his sugery powder to unsuspecting children, and hiding in dark allies waiting for his chance to strike.

While the Kool-Aid Man represents todays modern drug trade, no doubt the most aggrivating part of him is his incredibly cheap nature.Kool-Aid to the unknown, is simply a fine powder that you mix with water to create a drink. Water was already a drink, for those who hadn't heard, not only that but it doesn't come with sugar already in it, meaning to have to go through painful backbreaking labor just to make yourself a glass of mediocrity.

It's enough to make one think about the creation process of Kool-Aid, I imagine it was very simple.

Man1: Hey, let's create a fruit flavored powder that when added to water creates a poor quality drink.

Man2: Hey better yet, let's replace the fruit powder with a bland flavorless powder and keep all the fruit for ourselves.

Man1: Haha great idea.

Man2: We're a swell bunch of fruits.

Man1: Haha let's have a tickle fight now.

Man2: First we need a mascot.

Man1: How about an in-your-face pitcher of red liquid?

Man2: Sounds appetizing.

I wouldn't be surprised if that actual creation process was shorter than that.

The other horrible thing about the Kool-Aid man is his blatant ignorance towards the laws of physics. He bounces around everywhere, swing dances, snowboards, backflips, and all that extreme crap, but never once spills himself, you never see his powder seperate from the drink and form a gross slimy substance at the bottom of the pitcher because he was improperly stirred, but I assure you THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS!

If the Kool-Aid Man was real he would no doubt break through the wall of your house in a vain attempt to amuse you and spill himself all over your carpet. And who the hell wants that?