#programming?

[the-polter-geist]

firstly I am a programmer... secondly I like to draw and do cringe things… thirdly… I MADE A GAME ABOUT DRESSING UP WITH SIGMA :0

however, there are only two options there so far and it is impossible to save the result.. but the main thing is that it was done with love <33 (in advance, I'm sorry for the poor quality of the video..) in general, it looks like a good excuse for my 3-week absence :)

plz don't hit me with slippers for bugs if there are any, i'm just learning :p

[mindcool25]

I love how well the ads work on this site

Beautiful CSS men

[lets-get-this-whump]

B knew they were the weakest on the team. Well, maybe not in raw power, but in terms of getting themselves out of trouble, they definetely came in at the bottom of the list.

B was mulling this over hazily has they barely clung to conciousness against a wall of their cell. What had it been- two, three weeks? A month? They'd lost track. All they knew is that if rescue hadn't come yet, it wasn't coming at all.

B didn't even remember how they caught caught. Weren't they walking home ? But why were they going home? Why weren't they at the compound?

Oh. That's right. There had a been a fight. They probably didn't think B was coming back at all after being reprimanded in front of everyone. They shouldn't have "deviated from the plan." What were they supposed to do? Let those civilians die? No. B had been right, and they believed that, and it didn't matter what anyone else thought, or if they'd risked the plan or not.

Everything after that was blurry. That's all they knew.

"Can we commence the programming?" A voice asked. B didn't care to look towards the direction. It didn't matter, did it?

"Go ahead. We haven't been able to get anything out of them anyways. Pulled all our best tricks, if you know what I mean." B knew that voice. That was the voice that asked the questions over and over and over again. That was the voice that brought pain with it, that kicked their ribs and snapped their fingers. They didn't like that voice.

"I'm very well aware of your brutal methods. Now go make yourself useful somewhere else." Suddenly the new voice was much closer. "Wake up."

B opened their eyes as much as they could, slurring their reply, "I'm awake."

"Good. Now I'm going to teach you so something, and you're going to pay attention. Got it?"

"I-"

Suddenly fire lanced through B's muscles. They whimpered softly as they brought their gaze down to the baton in the hand of the person standing over them.

"No. No talking. Let's get started."

The team had found B lying in their cell with glassy and unfocused eyes gazing at the ceiling. Nobody could get them to respond until A tried to move them, earning a small groan at the pain of being shifted around.

The thing is, once they got B back, it was like they'd never left. Yes, there was an adjustment period, but of just a few days, not the several months the team's medic thought it would take for someone who had been missing for 12 weeks.

The team leader, A, could distinctly remember their conversation with B their second night back. They told B they were happy to have them back and would be there if they needed anything. That they couldn't wait until B could join them on missions again, and how different everything had been.

Since then, B had been making a rapid recovery. Their super healing had kicked in and they stopped jumping at loud noises by the end of the first week. They were even working out to stay in shape for future trainings.

It was the third week before A realized something was off. They had been walking through the halls and saw that the lights in the kitchen had been left on. "Who left the lights on? The electricity isn't free!" A shouted, flicking them off.

B was sitting in the adjacent living room, and made eye contact with A. "S- Sorry. That was me. I shouldn't have left them on." They paused for a moment, as though contemplating something, as though their mind needed a second to process. "But uh- yeah! Me. Deal with it!" And B made a nervous laugh and looked back at their phone.

And that was when A realized, B hadn't been up to their usual antics. None of the little things that annoyed them were happening. The dishes were clean, the lights were always shut off in empty rooms, and that was the first sarcastic comment B had made since their return. It was as though the B that A had always imagined they wanted had returned, but not the real B.

"B? Are you feeling alright?"

"Tiptop shape A. Need some help with anything"

B never asked if they needed anything like that. A 'what's on your mind?' or 'a need anything?' but B never asked to help.

A went in search of their tech lead.

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The team's tech lead found the files detailing B's "programming."

It had been painfully made clear to B that they at all times needed to act ideally for a situation, and never be themselves. This was the core of the program- predict how people want you to be.

Apparently they were planning to use B as one of their agents undercover, and behaving appropriately both within their organization and without was paramount.

So B was just acting how they thought the team wanted them to act.

That's why they had been acting like an angel, the lights must have been an accidental slip up, but did that mean they were healing?

"A, we have video of the... sessions." The team's tech said, glancing at A.

"Get medic in here."

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The videos helped medic know what they were dealing with when it came to B.

But A would never forget what they saw.

B, being ruthlessly beaten for acting incorrectly.

B, being tazed for speaking out of line.

B, learning to shift behaviors on a moments notice, at the penalty of breaking a bone.

B, spending time staring blankly at the roof of their cell, letting themselves retreat from the pain and the pressure.

A would never call B the weakest again.

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That night, A went to talk to B.

"B, we found the videos from when you were gone."

A watched as B's eyes flashed, the expression matching the one's they'd make in the videos when they had to guess what they were supposed to say.

"You watched them?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know they were filmed."

"B," A reached out to grab their arm gently, but B pulled back.

"Oh- uh sorry. Just jittery."

"If you don't want me to touch you, just tell me."

"I-" B hesitated. What did A want them to do? Why couldn't they figure it out? They had been so good recently. They'd been making a swift recovery, helping the team, the only slipup had been the lights and that was bad but everything else should have been fine and what was happening what did A want them to say they didn't know they didn't know-

"B, uh. Doc told me to tell you that we have no expectations for you. We don't expect you to act a certain way. Or not act a certain way. You don't need to predict what you think we want you to do. But you can if you want, that's waht Doc said. They said it's your choice, but just know that we're here, but you don't have to come to us and we won't be disappointed or happy if you don't, and-"

B couldn't stop the tears from escaping their eyes. No. They can't be crying. No, did A want them to cry? Did A not want them to cry? What were they supposed to do and this is all too much-

"B, we love you. Okay?"

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It had been six months since B had been rescued. They weren't quite back to themselves. If A was being honest, they weren't sure if B ever would be. But to be fair, A maybe didn't know what B was actually like. Maybe B was finally showing their true colors. Maybe they were experimenting. But they were going to therapy and had moved out of the compound to avoid any outside pressure from the team. They helped with missions and came over for dinners.

No, nothing was quite back to normal. But they didn't have to be.

[curseofthefae]

Guess I'm combining in art and programming and taking some web design / development courses. 🙃 wish me luck. Also .. anyone have any pointers?

[altanjhungid]

RP Toolbox Update

http://www.rptoolbox.com/

Welcome to another update of my site that is basically a bunch of simple text parsing tools that feel consequential to me but in reality are just a set of very simple programs with a tacky UI that any decent programmer could write in 5 minutes but took me much longer than that.

What’s changed: 

* Added a simple log paste formatted.

* Spruced up navigation between pages.

* Got rid of my updates page, because I don’t really use that and there were some errors in it too.

Why am I releasing this today? Because it’s Valentine’s Day and I love @liana-warden a lot, and I wanted to put this all out with a small tribute to her, because she’s really awesome.

That’s it. Stay tuned for more mediocrity passed off as something substantive.

[videoworm]

i'm learning R so i can do that Jeffrey Combs character personality analysis :)

ive been wanting to learn R anyways

[knitsforthetrail]

My dad plays this train game on facebook, and the main goal is to keep clicking the ‘resend’ button every time one of the trains rolls into the station in order to recieve money/mail/people/materials etc.

Problem is, he can’t just spend all day pressing a button, he has to go to work, eat meals, sleep, other normal stuff. And while he’s doing these things, he’s constantly losing fake profit he could be making on these fake trains.

His solution: design a program that automates mouse-clicking every second on the specific spot so he doesn’t even have to do anything in the game and still maximizes efficiency.

needless to say we tease him endlessly about his dedication to the game, but I can only dream of being so creative when it comes to problem-solving