Distraction (open)
Dec 16, 2014 19:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Alex Vasilyevich on Dec 16, 2014 19:29:07 GMT -5
“When one is distracted by the future, one does not live in the present.” was Alex's new motto in life.
Or in other words “by becoming a lazy-good-for-nothing I've learned what it truly means to be alive.”
Once upon a time the only thing that Alex desired was to make his father proud. He wanted to be the son that his father bragged about at parties. For this reason he woke up every morning at five to study chess. He was talented, and dedicated. He even won the Junior Word Championship under 13 division.
But after spending two years away from his father, making him proud no longer felt so important. And after spending two years surrounded by lazy American teens Alex had learned the joys of doing what ever the hell you want when ever the hell you want. As a result of this new philosophy Alex no longer studied chess, he let his grades slip, and he gained fifteen pounds. But he drew the line at clothes. He refused to wear anything that hadn't been tailored for him.
All this is to explain why Alex was laying on the couch in the student lounge playing Call of Duty with a half eaten sandwich on his chest and two cans of soda on the floor by the sofa.
The X-box was lagging today. Or at least Alex thought it was lagging. It could be him accidentally using is power of time manipulation. (actually it probably was not lag. The Internet at Hammel was always good, and though Alex could now suppress his power almost all the time he still couldn't control it in times of stress or frustration.)
As the game informed him that yet again Alex's teem lost, Alex tossed his controller onto the couch, and bit roughly into his sandwich. “F-ing lag.” said Alex, his Russian accent coming through thicker than usual, “How the fuck am I supposed to play with lag like this?” Alex instructed the X-box to find a new game for him. As it loaded Alex finished his first can of soda. Spying the trashcan on the other side of the room, Alex tried to toss the empty can into it. He missed by a mile. “Game begins in ten seconds” announced the X-box. Alex quickly opened the second can and took a quick drink, before picking up his controller.
Or in other words “by becoming a lazy-good-for-nothing I've learned what it truly means to be alive.”
Once upon a time the only thing that Alex desired was to make his father proud. He wanted to be the son that his father bragged about at parties. For this reason he woke up every morning at five to study chess. He was talented, and dedicated. He even won the Junior Word Championship under 13 division.
But after spending two years away from his father, making him proud no longer felt so important. And after spending two years surrounded by lazy American teens Alex had learned the joys of doing what ever the hell you want when ever the hell you want. As a result of this new philosophy Alex no longer studied chess, he let his grades slip, and he gained fifteen pounds. But he drew the line at clothes. He refused to wear anything that hadn't been tailored for him.
All this is to explain why Alex was laying on the couch in the student lounge playing Call of Duty with a half eaten sandwich on his chest and two cans of soda on the floor by the sofa.
The X-box was lagging today. Or at least Alex thought it was lagging. It could be him accidentally using is power of time manipulation. (actually it probably was not lag. The Internet at Hammel was always good, and though Alex could now suppress his power almost all the time he still couldn't control it in times of stress or frustration.)
As the game informed him that yet again Alex's teem lost, Alex tossed his controller onto the couch, and bit roughly into his sandwich. “F-ing lag.” said Alex, his Russian accent coming through thicker than usual, “How the fuck am I supposed to play with lag like this?” Alex instructed the X-box to find a new game for him. As it loaded Alex finished his first can of soda. Spying the trashcan on the other side of the room, Alex tried to toss the empty can into it. He missed by a mile. “Game begins in ten seconds” announced the X-box. Alex quickly opened the second can and took a quick drink, before picking up his controller.
