Post by Maria Ashwin on Sept 1, 2022 13:40:20 GMT -5
Inovation
is the corner stone of being lazy
It opens doors to make life easier
(1) The smell of bacon and burnt toast filled the air as marik stood next to the stove , lazily cracking eggs into a skillet with his bacon. The toast was currently burning , which marik really didnt care about eating hollows for so many years left him wanting.
(2) In his mind burnt toast was caviar compared to eating lowly hollows, that black stuff was just smokey flavor nothing to be scraped off. The normally neon green haired arrancar was currently in a gigai he found in a trash can , or maybe it was just a corpse? who fucking knows these days
(3) The body in question was an old homeless man , his frame was relativly skinny his clothes whatever color they used to be where brown now ; smelled of dog and piss. The sheer weight of all the grime made his dirty clothes quiet the blanket at night once you got past the smell.
(4) Now as to why he was in somone's house well marik never did like getting the attention of to many people , shinigami's and other hollows included. So he had been breaking into the homes of people who where on vacation and living in thier homes while they where away. No harm no foul.
(5) Now with laziness like marik's comes boredom , but that wasn't the case this month. He had found something called a play station five and to say he was addicted was an understatement. He had been playing these games non-stop the most addictive of them all was this game called call of duty.
(6) And to his own surprise he was good at the game , albiet he didnt actually know what he was doing but thanks to his superhuman reaction time he was normally able to button mash before anyone got a kill in on him. So not true skill he just normally hit the buttons faster than most people without experince in tech could respond.
(7) Grabbing oven mits and a hot pad he then grabs the cast iron with his bacon and eggs and head to the front room , with a happy sigh he leans back on the couch and sets the cast iron on the coffee table. "lets have a bit of fun" he yawned out as he reached for the play station five controller.
(8) Taking his free hand he would use his spatula as a makeshift fork shoveling the food into his gigais mouth which was filled with missing teeth , which made it a little hard to chew the food within. Once the playstation was booted up he would sighn into his PSN his gamer tag being 'DirdieBirdy' clever in his own mind.
(9) Once he was logged into the lobby he would kick his feet up on the coffe table and look up at the wide plama screen TV with a smug grin. "today's gonna be a good day" he would sigh out happily as he could already feel himself relaxing. Nothing like not fighting fir your damn life every day in the damn desert.
(10) Clicking through the setting for his operator as quickly as he could , he would then set up the single mod he had for this game which was an announcer pack. Nothing that would help him win just somthing to make him feel good about getting kills. Once the loading screen faded and the game began he would switch from his primary to his knife and begin the hunt.
(2) In his mind burnt toast was caviar compared to eating lowly hollows, that black stuff was just smokey flavor nothing to be scraped off. The normally neon green haired arrancar was currently in a gigai he found in a trash can , or maybe it was just a corpse? who fucking knows these days
(3) The body in question was an old homeless man , his frame was relativly skinny his clothes whatever color they used to be where brown now ; smelled of dog and piss. The sheer weight of all the grime made his dirty clothes quiet the blanket at night once you got past the smell.
(4) Now as to why he was in somone's house well marik never did like getting the attention of to many people , shinigami's and other hollows included. So he had been breaking into the homes of people who where on vacation and living in thier homes while they where away. No harm no foul.
(5) Now with laziness like marik's comes boredom , but that wasn't the case this month. He had found something called a play station five and to say he was addicted was an understatement. He had been playing these games non-stop the most addictive of them all was this game called call of duty.
(6) And to his own surprise he was good at the game , albiet he didnt actually know what he was doing but thanks to his superhuman reaction time he was normally able to button mash before anyone got a kill in on him. So not true skill he just normally hit the buttons faster than most people without experince in tech could respond.
(7) Grabbing oven mits and a hot pad he then grabs the cast iron with his bacon and eggs and head to the front room , with a happy sigh he leans back on the couch and sets the cast iron on the coffee table. "lets have a bit of fun" he yawned out as he reached for the play station five controller.
(8) Taking his free hand he would use his spatula as a makeshift fork shoveling the food into his gigais mouth which was filled with missing teeth , which made it a little hard to chew the food within. Once the playstation was booted up he would sighn into his PSN his gamer tag being 'DirdieBirdy' clever in his own mind.
(9) Once he was logged into the lobby he would kick his feet up on the coffe table and look up at the wide plama screen TV with a smug grin. "today's gonna be a good day" he would sigh out happily as he could already feel himself relaxing. Nothing like not fighting fir your damn life every day in the damn desert.
(10) Clicking through the setting for his operator as quickly as he could , he would then set up the single mod he had for this game which was an announcer pack. Nothing that would help him win just somthing to make him feel good about getting kills. Once the loading screen faded and the game began he would switch from his primary to his knife and begin the hunt.