Anger and Frustration [Mature] [Open]
Jan 19, 2014 10:07:21 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 10:07:21 GMT
Ikari sat by the river. He looked down into its murky depths, seeing the garbage floating around. He particularly fixated on a bottle. Faygo. That horrendous orange swill. The bottle wasn't even empty. Half of it was left. He had no idea how it was floating, but he was thankful it was going out of his sight, down the river. Until it stopped. It must have been caught on another piece of rubbish, another one of the rivers filthy inhabitants. It surely wasn't a plant, or any type of animal. The river was about one step away from becoming totally radioactive, and if something could survive in there, he doubted it would want to drink any Faygo. Though, if the creatures were as disgusting as the one back home, maybe Faygo was their favorite drink too.
Ikari grimaced. He knew, as soon as he saw that putrid orange filth, that his thoughts would eventually meander back to the reason he had come here. He didn't know why he had come here in particular, just that he needed to leave. He started focusing on his problem, before snapping himself out of it, still watching that bottle of Faygo. The rivers current pulled at it, trying to bring it along with the rest of the trash floating down the river. As filthy as it was, the river itself seemed to be against the stagnation that would come from losing all movement, and seemed to put as much effort as it could into bringing the bottle along with it. Finally, it succeeded, and the bottle tore loose from its invisible constraints, and slowly floated down the river, continuing out of sight.
Ikari soon forgot about the bottle, his mind slowly turning to matters of more importance. Between some juggalo bum that drank faygo faster than he could piss it out, his shitty minimum wage job, and his apartments rent increasing in a few weeks, he was strung out. He had no idea how he was going to afford this apartment, he could barely pay for it and basic utilities now. He was tempted to quit his job, but he barely got his current job as it is. And if he had trouble getting a job at a shithole McDonalds in the asshole of the city... well, job prospects were not looking up for Ikari at this point. He clenched his fist and punched the ground, letting his anger out. He immediately regretted doing so afterwards, as he hit a rock, and split his knuckles open. He looked at the cut, as if he was willing it to close, before wiping the blood off.
He took his bag off, and pulled his laptop out, deciding to finally stop procrastinating and do what he came here to do. Though, of course, with procrastination, that failed, and he ended up playing games for a good hour. He finally noticed the sun was about to set, and decided it was finally time to do some work. He pulled out one more thing from his bag, a large black book with a weird skull face on it. He opened it up, and groaned, the pure frustration of this type of coding already giving him a migraine.
~ATH(THIS) {
// ADDITIONAL GRAVES...
} EXECUTE(NULL);
THIS.DIE();
// ADDITIONAL GRAVES...
} EXECUTE(NULL);
THIS.DIE();
Ikari was getting pissed off. He knew for a fact that the program had been sent to mock him. He hated being mocked. He pressed enter, and the program started compiling...
bifuricate THIS [THIS, THIS];
import universe U1;
import univers U2;
~ATH(U1) {
~ATH(U2) {
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
[THIS, THIS] . DIE ();
import universe U1;
import univers U2;
~ATH(U1) {
~ATH(U2) {
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){}EXECUTE(NULL));
[THIS, THIS] . DIE ();