Path: ...!fu-berlin.de!uni-berlin.de!individual.net!not-for-mail From: Zersterer Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Re: How long must I wait for you? Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2024 07:17:10 -0500 Lines: 205 Message-ID: References: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Trace: individual.net KAiZFbNLkTsuWGegZCX+Sw6u2lxgDHwk+SUrm1Y2FA+KRIfPAQ Cancel-Lock: sha1:08jJ4HuakeXlonY83wIFLvem5Nc= sha256:io0K7i9pMLioMoLefWgIBP3Y+RyADJ/nwQLjIBVamok= User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64; rv:91.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/91.0 SeaMonkey/2.53.18.2 In-Reply-To: Bytes: 9612 Zersterer wrote: > Chapter 1 > > Flip out king and queen.  Much of your discourse is fatal shock and > retribution for conversation you didn't understand.  You go to hell and > back in a matter of plenty blood vessels.  One half we are chatting, the > next you are in a bull rush to meet me and subdue. > > Flip out king and queen.  If it weren't for my ability to defuse a > situation I'd be minus a few more teeth than the crooked one the dentist > pulled.  It leaves me feeling flat.  Some of you I can take, others are > fat sumo wrestlers coming at me. > > After the fact, I hate you even though I pretend to be fine.  You > simpleton!  You never knew me. > > What I'm getting at is this has left me vulnerable and cagy.  I don't > particularly like your presence but often am forced to grin and bear it. >  I don't see this in other people.  When I am on the phone with you I > have no fear.  I can chop you down like a cherry tree.  It's your > physical presence and its proximity that get me seemingly no matter how > dull in the teeth you are.  You are Mega Man. > > And now you meme your addiction. > > Burned.  Got burned. Got sizzled. Didn't get tied. > > Enough about you.  Let's focus on me for awhile.  I'm a 25 year old > German language scholar.  I started learning German as a wee lad at age > 9.  Now I'm, how do you call it?  Fluent. > > Chapter 2 > > I was on the other side of the bars.  The window.  Chowing down on my > commissary bought California cheeseburger and drinking a fine $2 bottle > of Pepsi.  You were there to interview me.  To take notes and see if I > was worth going out on a limb for.  But I lost my cool when you asked me > what I thought was my best feature.  I've been asked this a thousand > times and I always tell them, my intelligence.  Here you were and I was > at the end of my rope.  I told you my best feature was "Immersion." When > you stared like a dull-eyed doe, I explained, "I can lose myself in a > video game."  And you were like, "Yeah, whatever."  I was walking on > eggshells the rest of the interview.  I can't talk rationally to a > person who treats me like that.  Maybe I should have thrown my chair > against the wall.  But that Pepsi was so goddamn good. > > Chapter 3 > > I made two discoveries before writing this to you.  1) I can kill enough > monsters to get aggressively powerful if I wander the city like I > wandered the castle.  I have this idea that after unlocking all the > doors and barging in that the population goes down.  I leave the > Rodentia and Arachnids and the humanoids to their homes in order to > provide a feeling of safety to the recently battered peeps.  2) I can > create collisions in chess by holding off on skirmishes, saving them > like the board was a refrigerator full of Mickey Mouse contraptions. > This is a skill necessary to learn to advance above what I have. > > Chapter 4 > > I've been looking for the solution to my chess ills and I think this is > it.  My game was linear up to this point, chasing guys around the board, > never knowing how to set up the bomb.  I just figured it out, and as I > write this missive to you, to open your eyes that I have been wasting > your time with my previous messages.  Maybe this will work out and do > what I want it to. > > Chapter 5 > > I've been looking for this solution to my video game ills and I think > this is it.  My guys would basically get in exile as they wandered > further and further from home base always searching for orcs to > obliterate and wizards to wreck.  Now, I have an almost unlimited supply > of evil to vanquish. > > Chapter 6 > > When I told you "Immersive" it was a leap of faith.  I could have said > my intelligence is my best feature, but how can I expect you to > experience the intelligence inside my mind?  I feel it is an invasion of > my person when you nag me with "You must be really smart." from your > quarters.  It was a leap of faith that did not pay off, because you > obviously didn't understand why that was a positive feature.  It's > because here I am inside your head in this missive because I immersed > myself in your ichor, that trail of slime you left the last day I saw > you when you decided to throw me under the bus. > > Chapter 7 > > Full OCP cyber technology state of the art destructive capabilities > commanded by a unique combination of software and organic systems > > Chapter 8 > > A negative of chess is that many opponents are rude assholes.  I learned > to castle in the first year I learned chess.  I castle often and I > usually castle.  I go up against this mad master and he has to > complement me every time I castle.  Too many times.  Castling is like > magic in the game.  Far be it from me to be less than a wizard in a game > with magic.  My favorite role is the battlemage, a mastery of magic > paired with a deadly wood and metal quarterstaff.  I know how to castle > and I don't need you to tell me it's a good move.  Save that for the > mundane plays that are better than usual, please. > > Chapter 9 > >    |     | >     |   | > > horsheshoe, magnet > > solve difficult problems to get great items, > > the wizard's uncle > > Chapter 10 > > This is because of your Confusestry. > > My what? > > You play obscure variations in Chess, so they got their computer chess > players to take you on.  They can't waste their minds on unforeseen > blabber. > > I am a tactical genius! > > solve difficult problems to get great items, > > the wizard's uncle > > Chapter 11 > > Do you have a Bible?  I have one on the computer," and tapping the top > of the laptop, "but it's nice to have one in paper. > > "C'you help me out?" > > "I suppose," and hand him a cigarette in an otherwise empty box. > > "Close that door!  Stay out of here!" > > Flip. > >    * * * > > People resist being upbraided.  I'm sure he'll do or say something > unclean if I confront him.  Still, it is imperative that I confront him > because it was so wrong.  He's been going on and on about Steve and I'm > incredibly tired of hearing the same blather way too many times.  This > incident was couched in his right to a certain peace of mind while here. >  But he's bringing in the riff raff himself.  I don't interfere with > his visitation, where does he get the notion that he can shout at the > people who visit me? > > "How am I supposed to get my Bible if Steve can't come in?" > > "If you could just refrain from shouting at my guests..." > > He doesn't respond either time. > > After a few he gets up, indignant, and walks out the door.  Here it > comes... > > He goes off and fingerbangs my gutterslut and does what he pleases while > I sit and chew on my fingernails..  Obviously she likes being shouted at. > > I _don't_ want to talk to him. > > "bullshitbullshitbullshit" > > "Oh really?" > > "repeats bullshit," and I know it's a lie that he needs to get through > for his manhood.  No one gets that excited about repeating something > unless they are lying through their teeth. > > I lie, "I'll go find out." > > I get the verification about the coupling from an information broker. > > I'm so through with her.  I'll have to put up with him for awhile, ========== REMAINDER OF ARTICLE TRUNCATED ==========