Heads Up! · 2:51pm Feb 4th, 2016
Coming soon to a story box near you (and by soon I mean as soon as the moderators approve it)!
Pajama Sam: Friendship's Not Tragic, in Fact it's Like Magic!
That's right, I'm going there.
Just a scientist who's working through the six levels of writing in her spare time. Currently attacking number four, Structure.
Coming soon to a story box near you (and by soon I mean as soon as the moderators approve it)!
Pajama Sam: Friendship's Not Tragic, in Fact it's Like Magic!
That's right, I'm going there.
Oh. My. God. Pajama Sam is part of many of our childhoods. Bring up Freddie Fish. Bring up Putt Putt. So many.
Humongous Entertainment. Pretty much the only video games my mom let me play as a little kid.
I'm actually looking forward to this.
Yeah baby! My childhood has risen again!
Cheer for the Rainbow-Dash colored hallucinator, and kleptomaniac, as he loots his surroundings, and always has a solution to problems using his ill-gotten goods! Can he beat that poser: Pinkie Pie with her emergency stashes? Will he one-up her lame party games? His mini games are distracting. He spent too much time on them, as the fate of the world's weather hung in the balance. Millions died from the lengthy natural disasters! If only that stoner-cloud woman had competent people in her department instead of putting her faith in some random child. If my memory serves, I remember a secretary. Gum-chewing, kicked back, looking bored as she filed her nails, while the world was going to the dumps. Wouldn't let Sam file the paperwork to save the world!
Sam's second game's goal was to surreptitiously sweep problems under the rug to not get the blamable parties fired. Like cleaning closets with socks in them, you can tell that Sam is probably one of those adults who run around in their pajamas, doing drugs, because he was never diligent enough when he was young. He lives with his mother, abuses his diet, badly organizes his room, and causes huge problems at his dead-end office job, in a firm that is going nowhere, since they can't even spare a rubber band, or a pencil without major accounting. Pajama man shows his unattainable ideal, and Pajama Sam represents his regrets of youth. Darkness is that inner fear he created. He barely gets by on cheese and crackers, while he feeds his addictions.
Nightmare Moon: Sam! Good to see you again buddy!
You're friends with that?!
Sam: Sorry Darkness! She's a socially inept bookworm, don't let her rudeness get to you.
Sam: You know, sweets will put you on trial, if you eat vegetables.
But! Not even I can eat just sweets!
Ms.Pie!