#Super meat boy fatal error full

>He shifts his weight from foot to foot, looking genuinely uncomfortable >Feels good to see Dash get put in his place once in a while >Indigo hollers, and you find yourself smiling too >He reflexively brushes his cropped rainbow locks out of his eyes I haven't had a haircut in a while, okay?' >Dash's pale is immediately replaced by a rosy blush, and he glances away >'What's up, fucker? Loving the bulldyke look.' >Dash notices Indigo, and his face immediately goes deathly pale >He sprints up to the two of you, waiving The two of us used to run back in middle school. >Indigo laughs again, harder, though you're not entirely sure what's so funny >Indigo narrows her eyes, following your finger We got this new team member, he'll be running.' >She sits down next to you, dressed in her track suit and holding her bag in her lap >You twist around, to find Indigo Zapp standing over you >Slender, but muscular, with almost feminine amounts of curvature in his thighs and hips >You sit to the side of the track, watching Dash run laps >He dives out of the car, sprinting up towards the field, leaving you to haul the bags of his cleats and track suit >'You're such a bitch! Come on! Get my stuff, alright? I wanna be the first one there!' 'You've certainly got the hot air for it.' I've gotten really good! Like, I bet you I could join these guys, if I really wanted to.' >'This solo is so fucking sick, dude! Did you know I can play it?'

#Super meat boy fatal error full

>And you're pretty sure you've listened to every Dragonforce song in existence, all on full blast >By the time you get to the track, the sun is already half set >Could anything be more painful than this? >Would driving off a bridge really be any more painful than this? >Dash opens his mouth and belts out the lyrics, wildly off-key >You've resigned yourself to hell at this point you don't even have the energy to argue with him >That 'pussy shit' was your favorite band. >'Come on, dude! Way better than that pussy shit you were trying to play earlier!' >Dash mimes shredding on an invisible guitar, banging his head so his cropped rainbow hair flips around the bottom of his ears >'This one is so epic! Just listen to that guitar!' >You've been on the road for two hours now, and have listened to literally nothing but Dragonforce >As soon as you reach the vehicle, he's already hijacking your aux cable >'I brought some tunes for the road! Hope you don't mind if I use your sound system!' >Dash grabs you by the shoulder and hauls you to your own car, strutting around like he owns the place >'Because it'll be awesome! Now come on, dude! Let's get going!' Still! I wanna be the first to touch the track!' >'Just joking, bro! Now come on, let's get going! I wanna get a chance to scope out the field before it starts!' >Sometimes you swear he sounds just like a chick >He whacks you in the shoulder, cackling in his obnoxiously-pitched voice >'Awesome! Doing what you do best, right?' >He looks over at you as you approach, giving you that awful smug grin >Dash is waiting for you in the school parking lot, rainbow-patterned hair catching the afternoon sun and throwing it back in every band of spectra possible >Would it really be much more painful to just jump under a train at this point? >And you're going to share a hotel room with him

>Plus, all-in-all, the guy is just a tool >On top of that, he hated that you were captain and not him, and he's been gunning for your spot since day one >And if he won, you'd never hear the end of it >Anyone did better than him, he'd make an excuse >Rainbow wanted it made clear from the moment he joined the team that he was the *best*, and if you didn't agree, he'd make sure he informed you of how wrong you were >But you love it and, up until this year, the team provided you with most of your best friends >Sure, it's not as flashy as football in fact, most wouldn't consider Cross-Country a real sport >You've loved to run since you can remember, and you've always been damn good at it Perhaps Rainbow himself might be up for the challenge?' And if I hear about any hostility on your end, I'll make to find a replacement captain immediately.

>'Separate rooms? How much money do you think the school has, Anonymous? We've set you up at a perfectly nice hotel. 'Can you at least get us separate hotel rooms?' you'd never give up your status as captain either >As much as you don't want to roadtrip with Dash. >'Well, I'm afraid you have no other choice, unless you wish to nominate another as captain.'

I don't want to spend a weekend with him.' >She probably wouldn't take too kindly to that >You cut yourself off before you can swear in front of Harshwhinny >'.because the tournament in Baltimare requires the presence of the team captain? I didn't think I'd have to spell this out for you, Mr. 'But why me? Why can't he go on his own?'

It's only natural to send the two of you to the tournament.' Harshwhinny stares down her nose at you, fingers drumming at her clipboard