The days blur together now, with nothing here but the waves, the sand, and Monkey Ball. My old life, my old worries—they’ve faded, replaced by the single-minded pursuit of perfection in this game. I’m convinced I’m the best; if anyone else were here, they’d see it, too. I’ve mastered every level, every turn, until the boundaries of the game and reality start to merge. I talk to the screen like it’s listening, daring it to challenge me with something I can’t beat. The island means nothing to me anymore—only the game does. Someday, someone will find me here, a legend, the undisputed master of Monkey Ball.

██10 Clumsy / flirty
███ 20Creative
████ 30Weird / Random
█████ 40Cute
██████ 50Sweet / friendly
███████ 60Smart / Fun
█████████ 70Fashionable
██████████ 80Funny
███████████ 90Beautiful
█████████████ 100*PERFECT

I can't believe it, Monkeyball! How could a simple game about rolling monkeys in balls consume my every thought? The bright colors, the maddening levels—it's all I see, all I hear, echoing in my mind while I'm stranded here. It's driving me insane, these endless hours with nothing but the memory of that infernal game taunting me, laughing at my isolation and despair.

I can't believe it, Monkeyball! How could a simple game about rolling monkeys in balls consume my every thought? The bright colors, the maddening levels—it's all I see, all I hear, echoing in my mind while I'm stranded here. It's driving me insane, these endless hours with nothing but the memory of that infernal game taunting me, laughing at my isolation and despair.

Hanging out, down the street
The same old thing, we did last week
Not a thing to do, but talk to you
Not a thing to do, out in the street
Oh yeah

Mom and dad live upstairs
The music's loud
So we don't care
Nixon's gone
But rock lives now
Hell yeah

We're still rockin' in wisconsin
We're all alright
We're all alright
Yeah, haha, oh
I'd steal the car
And drive on down

:-)