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Dear journal,

While busily pondering the sanity of vgChartz members this morning, I tripped and hit my head on the toilet. While slightly dazed, I had a vision of the processor to end all processors that would make games beyond equal and would work for every console manufacturer. I quickly wrote it down. Unfortunately I was assaulted by a brown-haired man in an orange life jacket and he stole it from me. He was mumbling something but all I caught was "Man, this is heavy." I wonder what that means.

In other news, my fiendish plans to take over Zimbabwe were foiled by a group of meddling kids... and the Zimbabwe army. I vowed revenge of course. In the meantime, I will take on a weaker, more easily conquered country like Burkina Faso or France. Work is progressing steadily on the doomsday device. I know all super-villain manuals recommend it, but I'm still unclear as to why I need it.

Well it's been a busy day and I'm off to bed. Nighty night journal.

PS: Journal, I write all these letters to you and you never write back. You're a jerk.