NMH3 Part 2: Stupidly Confused, and Dangerously ill (Patreon)

This might be the most Blue Glow episode of the Blue Glow yet. In these 30 minutes you will be relentlessly assaulted and pummeled by nearly every famous hallmark of my lets plays. A rapid succession machine gun blast of my typical tics, bits, cliches and quirks, such as...

- Not knowing where the fuck to go

- Screaming, farting and shitting

- Absurdly skillful freestyle rapping

- Making absolutely no actual progress

- Getting increasingly annoyed at my own aimless confusion

- Violent hatred of motion controls

- Randomly switching between being really good at the game and sucking so bad i repeatedly
  fail at the most basic of functions.

- Repeatedly crashing into walls and trees

- Inarticulate cursing, nonsensical gibbering madness, and wacky voices.

- "Where's my tea?"

- Vaguely complaining about my own butt, mysterious body pains, and torturous inability to
  find a comfortable temperature. 

- Whiplash inducing extremes of rage, silliness, sarcasm, and weird sounds.

- Ranting about spicy chicken sandwiches and cursing God for my own self-destructive
  Wendy's addiction.

Okay i admit it. I was slightly baked recording this one, i suppose that's evident by how even more myself i am than usual. 70s drugs are like a plus 10 multiplier to both my desire to rap, and my inability to pay attention to what i'm supposed to be doing, as well as a negative 1,000 to my map-screen literacy and radar comprehension.

That's just slightly baked, in a later recording of this series i foolishly achieved very baked, which i haven't listened back to yet, but i'm pretty sure was less "funny confused rapping man" and more "feeling too much and seeing Satan at the same time". That one's probably gonna be more on the artsy and profound side, which tends to happen when things get helly. 

It's good to have a helly night every now and then. Helly nights are just your brain's way of telling you that's enough 70s drugs for a while. The same way "eye-ball headaches" and "electric knife-brain" are nature's way of saying that's enough 90s drugs, and turning gay is nature's way of saying that's enough 4chan.

Anyway, visitations from the vortex and my battle with satan are a bit later in the game, there's still a lot more silliness to come. No More Heroes is a special series to me and it brings out many of my multiple me's. Like Travis Touchdown, I, the protagonist of real life, am a deeply complex and layered hero, as well as a radical badass goofball gash-hound and fashion icon.