hadriel | oo2

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Okay, so I totally get that some of you are turning into horrific monsters hellbent on murdering everyone. And like, I feel super bad for you and I hope that gets fixed.

But guys, I finally managed to figure out Hope's OS and I coded Pong!

[File Attachment: rhy5_1s_gr8.exe]

You can download and play it on your phones. I just finished an option that lets you change the color of your paddles and I'm working on a multiplayer so you can link up to your friends and play against them. Maybe someday we can have tournaments!

And uh... yeah, sorry about the whole cannibalism thing. That really sucks.

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What, no Tetris?

Do you want Tetris? I'm willing to take requests.

Unless you can think of a way a fucking video game is gonna keep us all from getting eaten to death by monsters, no.

[Don't say it, Rhys, for once in your life do not be a contrary little shit.]

...um, actually- video games are shown to increase reflexes and help develop complex problem solving skills. So, yeah.

[He's mostly busy freaking out about monsters, but video games are still clearly important enough to warrant a quick interjection from Chris.]

He is uh... He is right. Not sure Pong's going to help a whole lot like, immediately, but still.

Also it's probably a really good distraction.

[Not that even he could focus on a video game right now, but you know.]

[Chris, no.]

Don't help.

[Hey, he's just saying.]

L-look, I know the timing is super bad, but like... Being mad at him isn't helping anything.

[So lets be smart and bring it off, okay.]

Him being a stupid dumbass is what isn't helping!

[... Did you really just.]

Yeah, well, wendigos seem like a pretty simple fucking problem to me - you avoid them, or you get eaten. How's bouncing a fucking ball back and forth supposed to help with that?

[He really did. And he's not going to stop.]

Well... if you imagine your goal zone as you, right? And the ball is the wendigo, and the paddle is the defenses you're using to keep the wendigo away from your person...

[jfc this guy is almost as bad as lloyd 8c]

... Were you, like, dropped on your head repeatedly as a child? Fuck, even as an adult.

[Rhys sighs and there's the sound of fabric shifting as he rubs at his face.]

Hey, I'm not a fighter, I don't have a ton of friends here, I like computers, and I'm too scared to leave my house. You do the math.

I fucking failed math.

[Not entirely true; she almost failed it. But hey, details, right?]

And this isn't school anyway, this is real fucking life, and we're all about to die horrible fucking deaths, and you're designing games.

Well then, no wonder you don't appreciate coding.

[A little snide there.]

You seem stressed. Maybe you should find a corner where the monsters won't rip you to shreds and play some Pong.

Yeah? Maybe you should go fuck yourself, since that seems like the only action you're ever likely to get.

Wait, so because I was good at math and I like coding stuff and I'm pretty good at hacking and figuring out new operating systems, you think I can't get-

Right, right- Tetris, Space Invaders, anything else?

No, I mean. Um. Nothing comes to mind.

Thank you.

Whatever, man, it's just nice to hear a friendly voice.

I know what you mean. People here can be really... aggressive.

You can just call them dicks, it's okay. I won't tell the teacher.

More like ... Dickbags.

[There's a bit of a snicker that comes with that.]

...is, uh- is that all you got?

[Rhys has Handsome Jack living in his head, okay, he's used to way worse.]

What's wrong with that? It's like, multiple dicks.

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