Vi ~/.🦇rc @violet@vulpine.club

I drink from my mug with the international MUF standards association logo on it. Boot up my laptop with a witty MUF snippet on it and crack my hands, "Time to write code that will make my life bad three hours later when the user I hate finds a bug in it and then starts to mansplain at me about some problem in my code."

I log into mudlet and potato and start the fun of balancing doing bad ero-RP, and coding. A notification dings and I see that that code already broke, and I wonder why I don't have that person blocked.
"Hexyyyy!" They say. My staff alt being called Hexaferrum, this makes sense.

They found another problem in the awful slot machine that the game owner had me create as a first project. I grimace, seeing that it's the same fucking problem that I declared fixed a while back. Realizing what had gone wrong, I type in a few lines followed by an announcement that the slot machine is gone because I could not be bothered to care about this creakily broken code. That everything that it had once done had already been placed in more useful and better interfaces which make more sense.

Cleaned off the plastic bits on my glasses that rest on my nose.

The toothbrush I used was blackened. I should do that more often so it's not so bad. x.x

Wow, this book comes out swinging.

Yay, my kindle just broke

Actually I can already taste the bile at the back of my throat when I suggest that

Hmm, cyberpunk is kinda passe, What about cyberpop or cyberconformist?