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Original Song "Still Alive" by Jonathan Coulton
Instrumental by Harriet Jarrett
Parody Lyrics and Arrangement by Thomas Truong
Made in Flash 8
http://www.thomastruong.com

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This was a triumph
I have so many comments: 99
It's awesome to get so much frickin' feedback
Now there's 100
I know, because I went and pressed F5
I should be doing homework or chores
Instead I blogged about shit
But there's nothing better than Destructoid you see
I stay here online until I need to go pee
And other folks post, and I reply with a boast
And I track comments with F5

I'm not done refreshing
Look, Jim Sterling made another post
If I'm gonna be first, I need to keep on blogging
And commenting to others
And forum topics need to stay alive
When my dtoid rank is high
I will be happy for me
Now these assholes keep flamin' my rant you see
And I'm running out of patience, where's the macro I need
So I'm here for another hour, think of my progress in power
All because I'm hitting F5.

Go ahead and leave me
I think I'd prefer to stay awhile
Maybe you'll get your gaming news somewhere else
Maybe Kotaku
That was a joke, ha ha, Crencente
Anyway, you hate Joystiq
And Gamespot is corrupt
Look at me still talking when there's blogging to do
When I look around, Snaileb's already posted there too
I've reposts to spread, I didn't use the search head
And I am still hitting F5

And believe me, I'm hitting F5
Preparing for Friday Night Fights with F5
Retroforce Go's still not out! Hit F5
Oh my god, Niero posted! Hit F5
The site is down with bugs, Hit F5
Hit F5
Hit F5

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<THOMAS is in his room on Destructoid, TONY, KING, and CRICHTON run up to his room to invite him out to play.>

TONY: Hey, Thomas, what are you doing?

THOMAS: Doing fine, until you guys showed up...

TONY: We're gonna play Baseball outside.

KING: And then we're gonna put dog poop on Old Man Thompson's porch and make him jump to conclusions, wanna come along?

THOMAS: Sorry, my boobs feel heavy today...

CRICHTON: Aww c'mon, that's always your excuse.

THOMAS: I'm sorry, but while you losers are wasting your time and not contributing to society, I'm blogging on DESTRUCTOID!

TONY: Alright, no excuses, you're coming with us!

CRICHTON: (Dramatically) Unless you sing us a song. A ballad about this Destructoid you speak of, they maybe we can see things your way.

<THOMAS's interest is piqued>

KING: Dude, why'd you even bother saying that?

THOMAS: Well...

<And the Song Starts>