User:Sadaharu

There are two things in my life that completely make me want to burst in overjoyment. Prince of Tennis and this Wiki. Don't diss the first or take away the second.Mada Mada Dane

HeyHey, MarioWikiers! I respectfully request that some assistance be given to the fledgling RetroSega Wiki. 

Thanks for plotting behind my back, guys. I sure do know who to place my faith in.Mada Mada Dane

Seriously, guys, sorry for all the trouble I caused. Ever.Mada Mada Dane

Editor-In-Chief HK-47, Secular Sysop for the Prestigious Supre Mario Wiki, Father Of All Things Cheesy, Bureaucrat on The RetroSega Wiki, and Prince of Tennis Fan Extraordinare

Check out Prince Of Tennis on youtube. Seriously. I'm a huge Prince of Tennis freak.Mada Mada Dane'

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Editor-in-Chief HK-47, Secular Sysop of the Prestigious Supre Mario Wiki and Father of All Things Cheesy

Don't Panic!

Try your all.

Join PipeProject:Toad

Don't DIE.

Don't MESS UP.

Cite your sources.

Mada Mada Dane

Which is Japanese for "You have a Ways to Go!"

Sigs:Past and Present.

 * 1) H   K  4 7 17:09, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
 * 2) H  K  Hey Videogame dude! Talk to me! 18:54, 10 August 2006 (EDT)
 * 3) H  K  4  7,    17:58, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
 * 4) Mada Mada Dane

My Short Tale
Ask PJ.

Its only part of it.

A small part of it.

I was here.

I became a Sysop.

I gave my all.

I tried to be the "Cool Sysop."

It back-fired.

I feel screwed.

Mada Mada Dane

The One Who Would Ineffably Be Called Prince
This is a tale by yours truly. Its written Douglass Adams style, with my own unique flavor. Many of you are in it, but not Wayoshi. Have comments, reviews, condolences, inquisitions, ascertations, consternations, perspirations, questions, kudos, or complaints, do it on my talk page.Mada Mada Dane

Part One

 * Bar None: An Introduction
 * The small flat had never really been all that important. In the grand scheme of things, it was actually quite titchy. In fact, it was empty, and the only notable detail regarding this flat was that immediately next door was a slightly larger flat, which is where our tale begins. This flat mattered the most to a small man named Tumble.


 * Tumble was a small man, with a Die-shape to him. (I hope you understand this, as most sentients have trouble picturing a die-shaped man.) Tumble lived a simple life, his best friend being a man who appeared to look like a three named Tres DeJong. He wasn't a too terribly smart man, having always had at least 3 D's on any given report card. Tres was the leader of the duo, with Tumble almost always four steps behind.


 * On this particular day, the two friends were enjoying a rousing game of Parcheesi. I do not pretend to understand exactly what Parcheesi is, but I wish to stress that it is, in fact, truly, "The Traditional Indian Game of India."


 * Suddenly, as the game was about to come to a stunning climax, the power in Tumble's flat went out. Afraid that his food, which consisted mostly of soup, bread, cheese, and green tea, would spoil, Tumble headed off to find the switchbox. He never had a chance. End Bar None.

Part Two

 * Bar One: Dolphin's Wild
 * However improbable this may seem, a large bull came charging out of the small chinaware shop across the street and, by divine coincidence, charged right through the front door of Tumble's flat.


 * The misguided mammal did not hit Tumble, nor did it hit Tres. It did, however, smash into a table, flinging whateverisusedtoplayParcheesi everywhere. In a mad display of anger, Tumble stomped out what used to be where his door was, and, with a mindset that all was lost and that some great journey needed to begin, Tumble was off, Tres several steps behind him.


 * It was around this time that several hundred feet away, a gorrila was eating a flea he had picked off the back of his mate. Several hundred feet further, a young man named YY was breathing in a large amount of O&sup2;.


 * This was because he had just woken up, and had stepped outside to breath deeply, as was his custom. He was greeted with the site of a bull, a distance that seemed to him to be about a mile away. The accuracy of this figure may, however, be debated. He ignored it, however, as it didn't seem to affect him, and retreated back into his flat to eat some cheese. End Bar One.

Part Three
The First of the Mohicans: The Gosher
 * Tumble decided that if some great journey were about to begin, they would need at least one more person. The duo opted to enlist the aid of Hk. Hk, they decided, was pretty much cool with everyone and anything. he was actually quite elated when they appeared at his doorstep, and he delightedly invited them in.


 * "A quest, huh? I'm in. I was bred for this stuff. Any clue as to what we're questing for?"


 * Not really. Tres and I have never really done anything of this sort before."


 * Newbies, eh? That's alright. I'm here to get killed off anyway."


 * "Huh...?" Tres was confused.


 * Nothing..."


 * End First of the Mohicans.