Family Guy: Peter spends two weeks narrating his own life.

lucky760says...

I typed an asterisk and then quality into the comment box. *quality

I tried to think of something else clever to say but nothing was coming to mind, so I sat and stared momentarily waiting, hoping for a revelation. I cringed as I was faced with the realization I'd have to give up hope and I pressed my keyboard's tab key highlighting the "submit new comment" button and watched the comment that was once so filled with potential appear below siftbot's comment ready for a never-ending stream of down-votes to be cast upon it.

demon_ixsays...

As I was watching this video, I realized it definitely belonged in the 1sttube, animation and woohoo channels. I right-clicked it's title, selected "open in new tab" and in the "submit comment" box at the bottom I proceeded to type in this narration of what I was doing.


Oh, and *1sttube *animation *woohoo.

ReverendTedsays...

I wandered into the thread almost by accident. A swipe of my finger left a bright streak in the thick dust that had accumulated over what must have been weeks of inactivity. It had obviously been a happening thread at one time - 88 upvotes was well above average, even today. I couldn't blame Krupo, of course - the post was over three years old, ancient by Sift standards, and besides, ol' Krupie had a channel to run.
Some might be depressed by the finality of it all - a grim reminder that, no matter how brightly we shine in our heyday, we are all destined to fade into obscurity. (Dust to dust, after all.)
I looked at it differently. It was peaceful here. Freed from the hectic bustle of the front page and unflinching eye of the Top 15, one has a chance to sit back and take it all in. There was no pressure to post some pithy observation about the video or the conversation it fostered. There was no risk of having your witty retort beaten to the punch by a faster (or punctuation-averse) Sifter. Heck, there was little risk that a new post would ever be read at all.
And not only peaceful, but hopeful.
I had found it, hadn't I? And not just me.
Here and there, bathed in the amber glow of the evening sun that filtered through the listlessly-floating motes, were signs that some kindly stranger had done what he could to keep the place from falling into complete disrepair.
Or perhaps, not so kindly after all...
It was strange, but as I took the time to inspect the repairs that rasch had made those many months ago, I began to realize that what was usually a benevolent act was here tinged with animosity. Crescent-shaped dents around a driven nail suggested careless, or perhaps even angry, strikes. Gouges in the head of a bolt, the stripped slots of a screw, paint that didn't quite stay inside the lines, it all spoke to a generous act undertaken with a fair degree of resentment.
I could tell now that rasch hadn't particularly liked this place. But why, then, would he have spent the time to fix it up? Was it a sense of duty to the Sift? A debt owed to Krupo? Or perhaps he just did it for the Power Point? Perhaps I would get a chance to ask him one day, or perhaps I would never know.
Not that it really mattered either way. It was an old story in an even older thread, and who knew if I might be the last Sifter to disturb its well-earned rest. As I approached the door to leave, I cast one glance at the still-crisp video that flickered in the corner and gave it a chuckle, then pressed out into the rapidly darkening night. The lights of the Top 15 beckoned in the distance - hell, maybe I could do with some excitement after all.

ReverendTedsays...

If it didn't seem so inevitable, I would have been disappointed to see the place having fallen into such disrepair. It had been @critical_d who had boarded the place up, of course; this kind of thing seemed to be his passion. (Only one other person seemed to relish it more.)

I did what I could. Wouldn't say I was proud of the final result, shaky as it was, but at least the place was back in business. I tucked a few extra supplies into the corner, in case the place was boarded up again the next time I wandered through.

On my way out, I rapped a finger against the neon sign above the door. Apparently that was all it needed to spring back to life.

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