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Decime por favor q te leíste heinostuck, si no, tomá, acá el link:https://mspfa.com/?s=1018&p=11
¿Listo? Bien. Ahora que estamos en condiciones de hablar, te doy contexto. Fijate que hace un par de años hice un curso de como usar este programita de mierda llamado Scratch (El del gato poronga ese naranja q nadie usa en serio), y, onda después del curso no lo toqué por milenios. Eso hasta que en la cárcel nos dijeron que había que hacer un curso de robótica, al cuál solo fuimos, de mi curso, seis personas. Se hacía en grupos de a 4 (preferiría haberlo hecho a solas pero bueno, la vida es injusta) que para colmo la profesora elegía. Así que me tocó con el fifas (el cuál era el único que me caía bien del grupo), el idiota del cual la profe de lengua se enamoró sin ninguna razón aparente, y Stefano. No me voy a esforzar en cambiarle el nombre de lo mal que me cae, es improbable que alguien lea esto, y si alguien lo hace probablemente sea Four o Mames y no le importe un carajo. El caso, es que del grupo solo yo hice las cosas, yo lo programé (pq era un programa relativamente parecido a Scratch, así que sabía que hacer), yo armé el circuito, lo que sea. Y el Stefano venía y decía que supuestamente él trabajó y tal y que se yo, era mentira después de todo.
A QUÉ VIENE ESTO, que me acordé del programita pelotudo del gato naranja ese de mierda, y ahí comencé mi primer "gran" proyecto el cuál hasta el día de hoy no termino:
Jueguito simple en el que Pump cambiado, onda el de spooky month pero en el AU de Mames, se mata. Es en referencia a un video de hace milenios que en algún momento me mandó y onda nos cagamos de risa, lo q sea.
Four (Best) me pidió ponerle la franela de Argentina, ¿realmente creyeron que no lo haría? Todo por vos, 4, pq me measte la almohada.
TT: John!
TT: Joooooooooooooooooeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwhn!!!!
EB: oh, hey.
TT: Hello John! Happy birthday! How has your day been?
EB: ugh, it's been awful! thank you for asking.
TT: Oh yes, Mr. Birdbrain mentioned to me a few seconds ago how you've been trying to avoid your father all day because you don't want to be transmutated.
EB: yep.
EB: wow, he told you already?
TT: Tehehe, yes! You know how he's always relaying useful information to one another.
TT: I guess you could say he's sort of like a messenger pigeon. :3
EB: haha, i guess so.
EB: anyway, i need some advice, if you don't mind.
TT: Go ahead!
EB: ok, i really need to go and get something that's either in the mailbox or the kitchen right now, but i don't want to encounter my dad.
EB: i can't go in the kitchen right now since my dad is in there, and i can't go outside either since...well if my dad spots me out there then he's going to assume i'm trying to run away or something!
EB: what do i do?
TT: Hmmmmmm...
TT: Weeeeell, you could always just give it up and stop being a scaredy cat and just go get transmutated already! It's really not that bad.
TT: Do I seem like a horrible monster to you, John?
EB: well, yes.
EB: um.
EB: no offense! it's just that...
EB: you're just really different to how you used to be.
EB: you used to act really cold and distant but also really mysterious and knowledgeable.
EB: and that was the you that i was friends with all these years. the one that i had formed a really strong bond with. the one that was my best friend!
EB: but now you're just some hyperactive psychotically happy cat thing!
EB: the friends that i had for years had just suddenly vanished in december and now i just have some monsters for friends.
EB: sure you're all the same people with the same memories, but you're just not the same anymore.
EB: uh...no offense! oh wow, haha, that looks really sappy now i read it back to myself.
TT: Aww, that is so sad, John.
EB: hey!
TT: Oh, not in that way! I mean it is very...sad.
EB: oh.
TT: You sound really upset, John. Do you want to talk about it?
EB: no! that's ok...um.
EB: i think i am going to go and get the thing from my dad now.
TT: Ok then.
TT: Wait, as some actual advice...
TT: Maybe you could learn to weaponize your sylladex?
EB: oh, i think i've heard of that before.
EB: isn't it when you fill up your sylladex with a bunch of useless crap and then captchlogue some more useless crap so all the other crap get launched out of your sylladex?
TT: Yes, something like that! Maybe you should stock up on stuff before you confront your father and fight him with your sylladex? As well as your newly-allocated strife specibus?
EB: wait, did that feathery asshole tell you that too? how does he even know i allocated it.
TT: You know he has this way of knowing things! :3
EB: um...i guess so?
TT: Just like I know that the thing you want is the beta game I've been wanting to play with us four!
EB: yeah! how did you know? did he tell you that too?
TT: I have a reliable source of information. :3
EB: um, ok then.
EB: see you in a few minutes then.
EB: or not.
TT: Bye John!
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:30 --
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