Battle_Korbi

OH BOY IT HAVE BEEN A WHILE SINCE I POSTED!

 

We are going to ask you to buckle your fuckles ladies and gentleman, and prepare yourself fooor...

 

DISAPPOINTMENT!

 

^{Yay I am funny.}

 

So lets get the show started.

 

Oh yaah... a disclamer!

 

WARNING - EDGY TEEN SHIT AHEAD - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

 

Now leggo.

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The class guys have really planned out their picnic/party/whatever.

 

The class's group chat isn't spammed with low quality (way too fucking) old Balkan memes anymore, but pictures of copious amounts of liquid assets that are apparently going to be used to push a certain agenda, and still UNOPENED at that.

 

Also, they calculated EVERYTHING. Writing down names, numbers, calculating even, graphs, and data from the internet. Heck, if they could change weather, they would. Not to mention a BLOODY MAP.

 

They planned this shit out like they are going to pillage Lindisfarne, guarded by 20 Crystal Dragon Jesuses at that. And a plasma cyberREMOND as a boss battle at the end. AND if they wanted to do a speedrun record while at it. And with everyone ending with 100 hp no more no less. That amount of planning.

 

I wish I could study as much as these guys planned for this.

 

I bet they think likewise.

 

...

 

And they are still trying to persuade me to go.

 

And I say, oh no, darlin, oh no no no.

 

Simply put, I won't even bother considering should I go.

 

And everytime they ask me why I won't go they ignore my legit reasons why I shouldn't and every argument ends in a stalemate.

 

I do not even want to explain anymore. Every time they try to push me to go, I just don't want to go even more.

 

I do not care if its "the real last time we hang out as a class". I never really liked the class sans several people, and I think everyone agrees as well but no one wants to say it. Heck, maybe I am going to stay in contact with at least two people. If God wills it, maybe more.

 

That is it. They know I am fully equipped to operate heavy machinery and they need a transporter once they get drunk as horses.

 

Hah! Whatever, I ain't going. I think I would get fucked over something if I went there. There is this faint smell of something bad going on with this.

 

Nyaaaah (oO_n_Oo ) I am not focused properly! This mash of text you have just read up here is literal translation of my native language to English basically. Filled to the brim with catchphrases, local jargone and everything.

 

I am always verbose, and can handle both languages with easiness. What is wrong with me today?

 

Selective dyslexy?

 

OR GUILTTTTT?!

 

Dyslexy 100%

K1RBY COMPLEINZ

 

Today's subject:

 

ASEXUALITY!!!

 

*** WARNING - MAY CAUSE COMPLAINTS - MAY CAUSE PEOPLE TO WRITE "tday generation is pussified" ON THEIR SOCIAL NETWORKS - MAY CAUSE "No really not, you are the baby here fucking pussy" REACTIONS - MIGHT CAUSE CRINGE ***

 

Why do I write shit like this?

 

So today, I was having a talk with this girl (and this is my third time talking with her about this), which apparently managed to turn into it from a simple "You look tired" line. How the fuck?

 

Anyways, from a simple chat, I think someone dropped "Hey you two should kiss".

 

TRACKING MISSILES LOADED.

 

CHAINGUN READY.

 

"DEFENSE PLAN" ENGAGED.

 

My casual mood dropped from that second onwards, as I got jumpy inside myself. I think I remained cool on the outside, not sure.

 

Anyways, I think the reason why I got so defensive because I got scared. I dunno how, I just kinda considered the whole thing to be a massive prank, and that someone wants to see me humiliated, since I have no life and everything, talking with a girl is something of a new world wonder, or the Holy Spirit descended and made me speak. Either way people "on the outside" (out of my social circle and class probably) are stunned by the fact that someone THEY WERE SURE was some virgin who gets nosebleeds while talking to any female person WAS talking to a female person with a clean nose.

 

I just... never have problem talking with people, regardless of sex, just maybe age (are they old enough to be talked to as a elder?), so this concept kinda bothers me. I get it, some people don't like me, but do they really have to go that far and turn me into some hentai-addict with a penchant for playing old games? I mean like, what the fuck, dude? If I am doing something wrong, consider telling me, man!

 

Mostly because I don't really say I do something cool but turn out to be a text-book loser who looks like he popped out of a GTA already "satiric" 'verse, masturbating and being envious "of de reel men!". I am not in puberty anymore. No more of those funny hormones that made me a pathological liar for a long time. I am now a man of my own word, and a man of a written word. And most importantly...

 

I am asexual.

 

That is what bothers me.

 

It is like saying I am a greedy gold-plated billionare. I am not one, don't want to be, nor am I envious of other people's riches.

 

That is the thing with asexuality.

 

In general, when someone says they are asexual, they are saying that they don't feel any sexual attraction coming from ANY sex/gender. In that matter, I've got a bonus. I simply don't like sex either. As a hormone-possesed 12-year old, sure, I wanted to see what was all the fuss about, how does it feel, and to find out why other boys liked looking at nude women. I am not going to lie, I tried porn as well.

 

I didn't get the point of it.

 

About how did I misinterpreted this stuff, read here. (could be interesting if you have a teenage boy in your household)

Anyways, pretty much after that we started talking AGAIN about it.

 

I mean, I get it, I cannot expect anyone to know first hand about asexuality, but still, we talked about it. She boutta know I wasn't joking or if I was self-depreciating again or if I said that to look cool. I mean, I do not want to talk about it with her anymore because she constantly thinks I am calling her ugly whenever I say I don't find her sexually attractive (that is how we got to talk in the first place, a stupid prank gone educational and most importantly, nothing laughable happened :D ), nor anyone for that purpose.

 

But today she went deeper, like:

 

"So, when do you plan on starting a family?"

 

When I get a full-time well paid job after college. Next!

 

"How do you plan on doing it, since you don't like it?"

 

Much like how sewer workers keep going into the sewers. They might not like it, but you've gotta do what you have to do.

 

And numerous other questions.

 

I constantly kept thinking she was actually into me and not in for a prank, and expected her to do something about it. Well, if she did, I didn't see it. If she didn't, good. And just talking to her about it makes me sad about it as well. I constantly feel like I am turning her down, especially since she hasn't done anything bad to me yet.

 

But there is dickish side in me which says that she is taking a pity on me by trying to talk with me, and keeps complimenting me thinking I find my sexual orientation bad or something and that I want to kill myself. Maybe she wants to convert me?!

 

I think everyone around me shares the same viewpoint. That either I am saying I am asexual to be cool or that makes me think less of myself?! Why didn't anyone consider that I am asexual and not pretending?

 

Well yeah, I do think less of myself, but only because of my laziness and procastrination. I pretty much love everything else about me.

 

I mean, when I draw Google-translated chinese words on my hands, that is "trying to be cool". Saying that I am asexual is not "trying to be cool". When I keep saying I would fail at life, this is where you give pity unto me. Not when I say I am asexual. Fuck, I am even proud to be asexual, at least I don't have to bother with impressing anyone for the time being and I can devote that extra time to playing Doom or something.

 

Fucking sheesh. I am not supposed to even care about it, but yet here I am, annoyed.

*have this played in your browser while reading this next for 500% more emotion*

 

HUZZAH!!! I HAVE MANAGED TO FIND THE PROBLEM WITH MY TABLET!

 

The charger was only partly connected to the charger! It was wondrous that the damn thing managed to partly recharge during this whole thing.
 

I know I may have damaged the tablet or the charger and I should check it out BUT I DO NOT CARE!

 

YES!

 

I CAN STILL PLAY GAMES AND GRIND FOR THE MATURA EXAMS!

 

I may lose a day tommorow, but any day after that won't ever be lost! THE SCHEDULE CONTINUES!

 

in case you have the music playing then the spoiler below would make sense
 

 

*just imagine some dramatic orchestral music*

 

ENTRY #1 - END OF 1st DAY OF THE GRIND

 

The summary of the today can be described with two words: Total. Failure.

 

The electronic tablet which had been used til' day for studies have decided to rebel and perform a malfunction. As this log is being written, the electronical information unit is being taken care of, and while the diagnosis might not yet be complete, I have assumed that it's power storage had either reached it's peak, or there is a problem with the power transfer from the charger to the battery unit or from the battery unit to the core. Either way, it is plugged in to charge, altough at remarkably slow speed, while it expends tenfold as quick.

 

This unavoidable occurance has forced me to transfer my center of information onto my PC, and while the performance is quite poor and the enviroment isn't as productive, I am assured that the PC would function until the end of the Grind times properly, and 99% sure it would function a long time after the Grind times.

 

However, this new COI imposes several fundamental problems:

 

1) Due to my elders' remarkably poor judgement and perception, any sort of action being performed onto the PC by myself is considered a waste of time by them. Therefore, my "play-time" is drastically severed by potentially 80%.

 

2) The PC isn't as flexible in manners of information transfer, reception, and processing as the tablet was, so all further progress is estimated to slow down half of the usual speed of work. Not to even mention the connectivity issues.

 

I am still considering to use a diffrent approach during the Grind, and use a old-fashioned paper strategy to formulate my thoughts and use in my studies, and to find a way to minimize work on the PC. However, my paper assignment is entirely dependant on the electronic format of writing and editing, due to not A TYPING MACHINE to use.

 

Even if this day was lost, what makes it worse that tommorow will be a lost day aswell. I am going to have to visit along with my parents some relatives in some far-away town, leaving me little-to-no time to operate. Even if I dedicated all my free time tommorow to studies, progress could be measured with a small ruler so to speak.

 

- PERSONAL SHIT IN THE SPOILER BELOW - BEWARE - CRINGE AHEAD -

 

(-_____- )

 

Today, the Grind has officially begun. As of the time this post is being written, it is 11:37.

 

The original plan had a two mile march to the hills and backwards for extra motivation and inspiration redirection. However, due to severe weather changes and effects, the march had been delayed till further notice.

 

After the march, I was supposed to start working on my paper. Attempting immediate action remained a attempt, as a low battery notice postponed the work.

 

In other news...

 

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I have a feeling like there are two types of people in this world:

 

A) "This map includes numerous 3d floors, slopes, and scripted sequences, not to mention obligatory custom textures, sounds, and monsters. Still thinking whenever to use the Super Chaingun or the Plasma Chaingun, so the wad is still in development, and I didn't want to put the Laser Minigun as the actual weapon oh no no NO! Hah, its only a placeholder!"

 

B) "Zdoom?! *barf* What a disgrace! Heresy! DEAD SIMPLE FOREVER!!!"

 

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STUPID EMO BANTER IN THE SPOILER BELOW - BEWARE (if you like my bad self-analysis texts enjoy)

 

EVEN MORE STUPID FLASHBACK SHIT IN THE SPOILER BELOW - BEWARE (if you are a teacher this could be interesting)

 

CURRBEE CRO-NUTSICLES PART 69 lol

 

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Simply put, a really bad day. Not a shitty day, per se, because I know after a shitty day comes a good day. I am a bit uncertain about tommorow.

 

Basically:

 

This morning I had to drive my parents to the town, which means:

 

a) Every time there is my father riding shotgun, I am 200% more prone to making stupid easily avoidable mistakes

b) They pound the car and drive themselves home, leaving me with taking the scorching burning dies-every-two-stops bus, and just being a passanger on this one is one heckuva journey.

 

If I got to drive the car home, that would be simply the best. Chillin, windows docked down, music, AND NO FREAKING VECHULIAR MALFUNCTIONING EVERY STOP. Plus, I wouldn't have to cross 1 mile worth of the Scorched Earth on the wicked hour of 2pm (and get this... no wind, a "still day" basically).

 

However, that was just the bottom of the cake, with the morning being the top. The core is what is interesting.

 

Basically, a lot of guys are trying to convince to go to this stupid party next Friday where we would greet ourselves off as seniors and whatever. Basically, these guys are going to get drunk as fuck. Yeah, you may say that I should also get drunk as well, but no no, that ain't how it works man.

 

First of all, I would have to DRIVE myself back and forth. Because the party would probably end quite late at the night, and if I woke up my dad he would be fucking pissed, like a cyberdemon with a 'stache and glasses.

 

Simply, don't drink. Be sober, have fun.

 

Gee I wish.

 

Fact is, these guys, when they get drunk, they put these invisible VR glasses and start doing some shit exclusively funny to them. Plus, they might try and wreck some shit as well. It simply isn't worth it. Yeah, first five minutes might be great, but I don't want to spend time and money to watch someone else making fools out of themselves. I have Youtube for that.

 

Altough... Night driving might be cool... Yeahhh...

 

E-FUCKING-NOUGH!

 

Oh yeah, today I had to run and pay some bills because I am "supposed to teach myself that" (- my parents, 2017), and not only I was confused, there were tons of people LOOKING at me being confused. At these moments I wish I was a girl. They would either go "Pffft, women" or "Poor little thing". A 6 foot tall overweight guy won't ever look cute when confused. Only look like a idiot, something to laugh at.

 

Which is apparently a thing I care about now. Till now I didn't gave a fuck about how do I look, but THEN I HAD TO BE AWARE. Fuck my brain.

 

Yeah, sure, I got around, paid the bills and all. I got out, and tracked down a member from the "brigade", a close friend, lets call him S., and asked him about a b-day one of the guys are going to throw.

 

S. is pretty much far, and while he might get dropped at the guy's place, he cannot find a way to come back without sleeping over the night.

 

Meanwhile the celebrator (huh, what a good demon name) lives quite close, and literally I could take a hike and be right by (what are 2-3 miles on a nice day?). Thing is, the Birthday Boy's family knows S. better than me, and I cannot just go to this guy's place without having S. by side. It would be weird, kinda stupid.

 

Yeah, I could take the feat and DRIVE both of us there and have a blast, but the thing is...

 

TOMMOROW, THE GRIND BEGINS!!!

 

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN!!!

I WOULD LITERALLY BE KNEE-DEEP IN STUDIES! I CANNOT FIND TIME TO ENJOY THE PARTY, AND IF ANYTHING, WOULD ONLY HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO DROP THE GUY AT THE PARTY!

 

UUUUUUURGH!!!
 

I feel like I have reached some point of the game where I have to load a previous save and get everything right.

 

Seems like I am going to let this one pass...

 

...Yay...

 

...I should get a life... after the studies...

 

 

Previously... on KIRBY CRO-NICHLES...

 

*insert all the weird stuff I wrote in that last update, y kno, bout school and shit*

 

KIRBY CRO-NICHLES

 

*DUHDUNDUUUHDUNDUN*

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

 

Basically I planned to start "grinding" in the next two days, like NONSTOP BRUTAL COMPLEX DOOM INVASION STUDYING TIME where I would quit all my ^miserable hobbies and just... study... finish my MOTHAFUCKIN PAPER... in 30 days.

 

Which is the reason I am kind off screaming. IdontwannadoitIdontwannadoit.

 

Some people complain that I either too childish, stupid, or insane. I see why.

 

Real people wouldn't be afraid of the Grind. Nah, they would do it. What is 30 days after all? Heck, some people finished their paper ages ago, and I am supposed to be in that percentage of students that could breeze through this like nothing. Heck how did I survive till now? Gotta be lucky.

 

In a attempt to divert my mind from such causes, lemme share the most poetic thing I had ever heard in this month.

 

So like, a guy in the brigade, decided to sell his textbooks and use the money to buy gas for his car. Not a big deal right?

 

BUT(T) FUCK I SAW SOMETHING CREATIVE IN THAT.

 

Like, the dude LITERALLY bartered his books for gas. If that doesn't sound like a punchline for a short post-apocalyptic story then I don't know what. Imagine living in a world like that, and you were supposed to travel south of a hot place to enter the Peace Plains(just roll with me alright), but your junkcar ran out of gas midway. So you camped on a road till a trading caravan rode by, and they decided they could give you fuel of you could give something in return. And the most valuable thing you had was a carton box filled with books of all sorts. Thing is, you planned to read the books once you had made it to the Peace Plains...

 

BOOM! INSTA STORY! Just add water.

 

I should shut up.

WARNING STUPID JOKE ATTEMPT BELOW:

 

When there is a school shooting in progress but you are white so that means that you are a school shooter but so are the rest of the kids in school because everyone is white and you aren't living in America which can only mean everyone is a school shooter so that means there is a deathmatch in progress and you think you have taken the lead with your highest number of frags.

 

 

 

Yay im funny /s

Some edgy shit I wrote after watching Hardboiled. It may not make sense, do not fret, that was the purpose. Or maybe it wasn't? Note: Lotta numbers. No math.

 

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One. Two. Three.

 

One. Two. Three. Four.

 

One. Two. Three.

 

Six. Five. Four. Three.

 

One-Two-Three

 

Two. One. Reload.

 

One-Two-Three.

 

SIXXX!

 

One-Two-Three!

 

EIGHTEEN! SEVENTEEN! SIXTEEN!

 

ONETWOTHREE!

 

Chill...

 

ONETWOTH---

 

Chill...

 

One. Two.

 

Zha!

 

One. Two. Three.

 

Chiiiiiilll...

 

...

 

Whoo...

 

...

 

...

 

It's over.

 

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After my post-movie trip ended, I wrote this epilouge out of boredom a day later.

 

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The police were quick on the scene. Several noise complaints, two mentioning gunshots, one pedestrian even reported seeing flashes coming from the backstreet between Bush Row and Red Road, along with several gunshots to accompany.

 

The carnage unfolded at a certain basement underneath a restaurant led by a noble Mr Chin. The police apprehended him too, under the accusement of covering what was merely a outpost of a large drug ring. Mr Chin did return home later,having cleared out things with the our Chief Inspector. He is still a suspicious fellow to me, no matter how tasty were his famous dumplings. I wish to perform some more investigation on my own hand, but the Chief Inspector has placed him under protection, and me, a grunt, have no right to try and do shit on my own.

 

But it wasn't Mr Chin who was the star of the show. It was him again.

 

Local mooks know him as Guilao, the "ghost-man", due to his uncanny methods of work. The Guilao isn't silent as a lot of people think, just unpredictable, and really hard to chase away once he sticks to a spot. This time he decided to have some fun with the local mooks who were just holding the basement, and were having some wine, to keep the night warm.

 

But no amount of wine could warm the chills the Guilao brings.

 

Multiple bodies, approximately 11 dead fools. All executed by wild shots, either the deadly heart or head shots, or something trivial like a kidney shot. One of the mooks just got a heart attack even though the bullet hasn't even catched him, just grazed his hip.

 

The only mook who survived by hiding inside a refrigerator was also the one to tell the tale.

 

"One of the scouts hanging outside the restaurant saw the Guilao riding wildly and nearly running him over. The scout directly ran into the hideout, even though all scouts know to run into random directions to lose the pursuer first, but I guess the scout just gave up on his life already by the time he saw the Guilao. But at least he had decided to warn us first."

 

"The Guilao followed his shadow, seemingly perfectly knowing the scout would be scared enough to run directly to the hole we camped in. Zheng tried to barricade the door, and other two tried to help him by stacking a shelf unto the door."

 

"But the Guilao was prepared"

 

"Apparently, he brought over some dynamite and used it to instantly destroy any barricades we impose unto his arrival. Only once we heard the sizzle of the fuse and saw his face out of the small opening, we knew we had little time to prepare ourselves."

 

"I became a coward to the Triad. I threw myself inside a refrigerator, and never decided to step out of it or give a clue I was in. I was silent as a mouse while the Guilao seeded death. From what I heard, he took his sweet time, and used up two magazines, like you see here on the floor. How can a assasin miss some mooks like us inside a small room multiple time still puzzles me, but maybe he was just playing. Yeah... Imagine... Guilao just wanted to play... Please... Arrest me! The Triad must not know that I live!"

 

The poor mook was apprehended for curfew violation and under-age drinking. The Triad themselves would never bother with the kid. I bet the gang leader here just recruited him for a seasonal job. Being a night guard, sitting in a room, drinking wine and eating Mr Chin's dumplings, not a bad job for a small teenager who needs money. The Triad would never send a assasin after him, the kid was just so unimportant, and so naive.

 

If the Triad would bother sending a assasin after anyone, it would be after Guilao. Guilao had been a nasty prick at their side for a long time, never trying to strike deep, only going after outposts and small storages. The legend says Guilao was really a "dead man", someone who had been proclaimed dead. Some assume he is a nasty spectre of a legendary assasin Ju-long Jiang, who used to operate independently, doing big jobs and taking bigger names, and had a eagle's eye when it came to firearms, until one day, his corpse was found underneath a bridge going over the Bronze River. And the corpse had dissappeared at the morgue.

 

Guilao's survivors describe him having a face filled with scars and scabs, belonging to a dead man, along with tiring red eyes, and two broken teeth. Ju-long Jiang had apparently lost his legendary accuracy, and replaced it with brilliant insanity. Always prepared in defense, always unpredictable in offense.

 

I am probably the only low cop who noticed a small pattern in his work. I can't really tell what, but there is this feeling I get whenever I hear about the crime scene he leaves behind.

 

Bullets he use? Always the .45 ACP.

 

The way he picks his targets? From left to right.

 

The car he drives? Datsun 240Z.

 

That is all I have, but sadly I need more. What if the mooks happen to be issued with Colts, or if the Guilao picks targets at random, and he could have stolen that Datsun 240Z. As long as I find myself by the boss's office once he issues a task to respond and investigate a new crime scene, I could pick up more clues and find out where does he live.

 

All I have is this theory that the Guilao leads a double life, as in day, he could pretend to be a hobo, always begging for fruits and bread, also picking out his next target which he would liquidate at night. Then by looting the outposts he gets bullets and gas for his car he uses to charge down and scare mooks out of his way, like a lone knight on a horse in some old wuxia tale. The bastard probably thinks he is doing the community a favor by pissing off the Triad. Then the Triad would have to blow some steam off on some innocent people he thinks he is doing a favor for.

 

He hasn't done my sister a favor when he shot her that night. How could he dare to mistake my beautiful sister as a mook? My sister just found a good husband, and he had to screw it up. I am righteously angry of his actions, what does he think he is? I don't care if he used to be a elite assasin, no one touches my sister and lives to tell the tale -

 

- And no law or crime will stop me from finding him and exchanging -

 

- eye for a eye.

 

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Story time over :PPPPPPPP

I feel like I am in some overly cute slice-of-life anime right now.

 

Almost everyone but my brigade has to correct a lot of grades, work off their asses to finish the year, and all me and my brigade do is; screw around, travel to the nearby cities with a car AND making it back till the end of the school day, talking about summer, going out, whatever.

 

Fuck, everyone in school but us is groggy as fuck. We did our shit long time ago, and the finals were done. All that remains are the SUPER ULTRA FINALS that are in another month or so. Oh, and there is like a massive quest I am on, that many are aware of: finishing my FUCKING paper.

 

Also, I keep screwing around throwing heroic bloodshed movie references, skipping around and shouting like a Doomguy on sugar-berserker pack.

 

Fuck, today we went to the park, the guys had a big convo about workout, and I was swinging on the swings all the time. Meanwhile all the freshmen, most of the second-third years, and half of seniors were sweating their asses of in school.

 

Not to mention how much slack we are given by the teachers. I still have a perfectly clean attendance profile despite having at least one period off every day.

 

And I do not sense any karmic retribution running my way. I usually do when I slack off in school. But besides those SUPER ULTRA FINALS (hereby known as they are originally said: matura), I don't feel anxious about anything. And in regards to the matura, I actually study. Thing is, I never studied for anything but for my driver's license.

 

Every other time I had a exam I studied DURING the exam (I iz smaert, I iz gud, hire meeh), by either failing it on purpose (first year tactic, dropped it in second year) or by reading the textbook directly from my bag (we aren't even allowed to keep pencilcases on the table and nothing underneath) or composing a l337 ch337 sh337, basically copying the textbook on a ridiculously small piece of paper (2 inches wide, so to speak, and probably 3-4 inches long) which had entire sections worth of info on them.

 

So yeah, I am actually bothering to study. And I still don't study as much. I NEED TO PUSH! I NEED TO GRIND! I NEED TO WRECK THIS SHIT UP!!! ^{I can still haz camomille tea and cookies and videogames thx :3}

 

Yay I spoke my heart out.

 

Basically, yeah. I am slacking off and I am in a gang of Karma Houdinis. Completely untouched by school, we ride. AD VICTORIAM!!!

 

*Aggresively keeps swinging on the swings*

Last night I had a dream about me being with my future wife and two future kids moving into my parents' farm (which I live on at the moment), and my kids were edgy as fuck, a 10-year old daughter named Paula, and a 7-year old boy named Timothey (short Teemo or Timoth). The girl would complain about the lack of 5G internet connection, and lil' Timoth behaved like he was a guest in his own house, sat at the main couch and looked around, "behaved" because Paula fucking told him we are going to visit some people and the lil fucker believed her.

 

The woman had a name, something starting with M... Mary? Martha? Mia? I called her sweety all the time so it didn't matter.

 

We drove a "tank" of a car, half truck, half van, ran on biofuel because petrol was expensive as fuck, and as a freelance writer and marijuana farmer/tea brewer (apparently I had a small land plot on the farm beforehand) I didn't made much money to afford wind-cars or like my older siblings drove electric cars. Was enough to pay the bills, buy food, and by the side extra. Moving to the farm apparently unlocked the rest of my potential "w33d f@rming career", as I had more land and I was at the countryside full-time now.

 

Apparently the first thing I did when stepping inside the house was dropping off bread and some groceries at the table we bought on our way here.

 

*Cue family stuff like talking with wife and kids*

 

The silliest part of the whole dream was the blue/yellow skyline, no clouds basically, and like, three identical cats hanging around everywhere I look outside (the gate? A cat. The backyard? Two cats. The motherfucking light post? Three goddamn cats on top of it!), bit bigger birds, little Timoth saying "FUCK!" all the time, while everyone looked for sweets in the house time by time.

 

Also the landscape was severly diffrent. The usual fields outside the house were wider, and a entire wood section was replaced by EVEN MOAR FIELD. Also, there was a metal pole coming out of a mountain somewhere. And a tower as well, like a 15m tall metal pole with a dish on it on a nearby hill.

 

The "tank" was fucking amazing to me. The design was... uuuuuhhhh... so aesthetically pleasing to look at. Yes, it was a "bucket of rust" but a very nice looking one! Reminded me of that jeep in Doom 3, but smaller wheels and bigger windows, doubled up with one wide back seat that takes up from end to end, kinda like the older cars. Plus there were railings, little "bumps", and it looks like something you could attach a 10mm Chaingun too.

 

Maybe later I would draw how did the family look.

 

And maybe, just maybe, I would write a story about this.

 

I got all the details in my journal already, just thought I could share this unrelevant piece of maybe-interesting info here.

Me: Shit! If I don't study I won't make it to college to study English and I will be forced to work at the boatyard!!!

 

Also me: *casually listens to Pumped Up Kicks*

 

Me: If I don't finish my paper assignment in a month I AM SCREWED!!!

 

Also me: *casually thinks of a plot for a novel I could be writing this summer*

 

Me: If I don't study, THERE WILL NO BE ANY SUMMER TO ENJOY TOO!!!

 

Also me: *thinks about how hot it would be this summer due to the holes in the ozone layer*

 

Me: ARE YOU LISTENING ME?! IF YOU DON'T STUDY AND ACE THE FINALS AND DO THE PAPER ASSIGNMENT YOU ARE GOING TO SPEND YOUR ENTIRE LIFE DIGGING HOLES!!!

 

Also me: *casually plays videogames*

 

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

 

Also me: *pauses for a second* Hmm... I thought someone was calling me. *continues procastrinating*

Prompt for all fiction writers surfing the Doomworld:

 

Write a story about a soldier waking up on a field after being revived by a standard issue Field Unit Revival kit. The catch is, he forgot EVERYTHING, and I meaaan EVERYTHING, like how to walk, talk, breath, use the toilet, shoot, tactics, and his comrades have to walk him through everything while under suppresive fire or in a sniper's scope.

 

The point of this prompt would be how children would have to be drafted into war from birth should the worldwide political situation escalate.

Ugh not again...

 

My left eye got blurry and dry again.

 

But why the fuck does only the left eye get punishment? Is my right eye magical or something?

 

It is probably since I slept like 5-6 hours a night the whole week.

 

Yeah.

 

I remember last time I got it, I either slept in bed or contemplated life for two days straight.

 

Then it turned out my left eye was BETTER than the right eye, like fuck, I could almost see stuff in 3D on how good it was.

 

But I am not tired enough to sleep, since its morning and there is a world to conquer.

 

My right eye is literally going "YEAAAAH LETS RAID SOMETHING!"

 

While my left eye is "NO! I AM GOING ON A STRIKE! MY UNION RIGHTS WERE DRASTICALLY DISREGARDED DURING THIS WEEK AND THEREFORE I AM ONLY GOING TO SIT IN YOUR SKULL JUST BARELY SEEING SOMETHING! Other than that, nuh uh, get some sleep wiseass the world ain't gunna run away."

 

Ugh... I need to sleep longer... longer than 5.5 hours a night that is... 8 should be enough... but I don't want to sleep... I want to write... Uggggggghhhhhhh...

I want to throw away my smartphone... into a cacodemon or something...

 

Always some stupid fault with it. Either Google decides to capture my phone and to claim that I had stolen my own phone, or the battery keeps disconnecting from it. The damn battery even managed to bend altough I never dropped the phone nor exposed it to more than 60 degrees Celsius. Not to mention the storage issues, really bad wifi hijinks ("if you want to connect again TOO BAAD it turns out I don't wanna!"), and despite lockening it up more securely than a virgin in a tower, the damn thing fucks some shit up on its own, like how did it once decide to slow down on its own, without any issues related to performance. It is like dealing with a suicidal emo teenager with crippling anxiety.

 

I am seriously considering downgrading to a dumbphone or a brick even, I am tired of this Chinese bootleg I have. And with everyone complaining about how modern phones are insecure and all, I really doubt I am going to get my hands on a Samsung or something. It ain't like I even use the phone that much. Sure, I like to write ^{a lot} , but since my own suicide simulator of a phone trained me to not use it EVER (except when I call or text someone) I don't really have a problem ditching it.

 

Well... There is one.

 

I need access to Whatsapp. This study group chat I have with other four pajdaši, I still need to be part of it, especially since everyone uploads notes and dates of exams, and finals are coming up in a month or so, and as such I am in a bit of a clutch...

 

Hooooooo (.-_____-.  )