Carl shot me again yesterday. Still unsure of why. Third time this
week. Doesn’t seem to understand that I belong to the same gang as he
does. I suppose this is an improvement; last week was beaten to death
with v. inappropriate purple object. Today, attempted to improve
situation by wearing more green. Was promptly ran over. Occurs to me
that there is not nearly enough stereotyped gangsta slang in this
entry, yo.
Any more secret game journals? 
Very cool, Karweenie.
VI. Secret Diaries of Sid Meier’s Pirates
Took another War Frigate today. Once again, we be outnumbered 134 to 23, but the Captain seems to think we be a happier crew when constantly outnumbered. Luckily, we don’t actually have to do anythin’ in fightin’ the other crew- we just stand around and watch the Captain duel. Occasionally, someone gets a bit rowdy and falls into the water, but that just means more gold fer me, right?
Fabulous, isn’t it? Wish I could claim it for my own - but alas! My friend Leigh Ann came up with it while watching her boyfriend playing GTA.
Hmmm thinking up a new one…
I guess GTA refers to Grand Theft Auto…
I’m so out of it I thought “Garner Ted Armstrong”.
sigh
*Preached purity again today. Didn’t take. Heathens don’t understand me. Have decided to switch tactics to bombastic radio addresses. And rockets. *
Cloud Strife’s Diary (FF7):
Tifa asked me today about what first attracted me to her. Like an idiot I told her the truth. Looks like I’m not going to be getting any soon. Stupid. Stupid Stupid. Cloud Strife’s Rule One in dealing with women: Lie.
Last time we were in Italy rescuing hostages, before that it was Havanna, and now we’re supposed to prevent the bombing of some bizarre South American Aztec temple. They dropped us in here with only $800 and all I could afford was a Desert Eagle. If we stick together, things should be alright.
Well, to me, those letters have always stood for ‘Greater toronto area’.
Have to admit I didn’t know what I’d find in here… 
For any NASCAR game:
Left, left, straight. Left, left, straight. Left, left, straight. Left, left, straight…
Diary of a Pikmin:
Yet another day of hard and dangerous labor. I spent most of the day bashing down a stone wall with my head, and what was my reward? I was nearly devoured by one of those giant ladybug things! Thank goodness I was able to avoid Olimar, who was flinging my brothers into the maw of danger!
But good news: this afternoon I lucked into a honey-puddle and grew a flower on my head.
I grow strong, as do my brothers.
One night, Olimar will tarry a bit too long on his way to that precious spaceship of his . . . and then, we feed!
From-a Mario’s-a Journal!
I have-a liberate another castle. Instead of the princess-a, I find another little mushroom guy. God help-a me, they start-a to look good!