They took my life but it isn’t the end They put me in the ground but I’m back from the dead

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They took my life but it isn’t the end They put me in the ground but I’m back from the dead
Didn’t you feel it in Shibuya? Rage. Hate. Misery. Envy. Fear. Self-deprecation. A cacophony of countless selfish wants. As that noise swells, it turns into crime, warfare… All the world’s ills can be traced to individuality!
-Megumi Kitaniji
Part (1 | 2)
gamenu:
{/Shibuya is full of more weirdos than she’s ever seen in her life. And she’s on her way to visit a couple of said weirdos. Not get stopped by one she doesn’t know. When the stranger stops in front of her, she instinctively stops herself so she doesn’t walk into him. Golden eyes pulled from the screen and now filled with confusion.}
“…Tha fuck?”
{/Why did everything come out of his mouth sound like an educational taunt? Regardless, she instinctively puts her Vita in her jacket pocket and keeps her hand over it.}
“–Firs’ off, tha’s no’ how ya ask. Second off, no? I’s mine an’ youse can go buy yer own, dude. They’re cheaper used. Third, why would I le’ ya add i’ ta some ‘heap’? ‘s no’ cool.”
Now she’s got her hand over the device like she wouldn’t be better off letting it be used to it’s maximum value on top the heap. It may be garbage, but that specific garbage is the one he wants in his set.
❛ — Buying GARBAGE? Why don’t I just divide by zero then? Not gonna happen! ❜
❛ — How’s this, let’s do a variable substitution. Your garbage for...❜ Hastily he digs into his coat pockets. Flicking lint on the floor, he seems rather pleased with himself with his discoveries. ❛ ... this crunched can, stick of gum, two crunched bills, and a shard of metal. It’s for a > cause then whatever you’re using it for fractal. Then you can buy another one or whatever zeros do in their remainder time.❜
777sin:
777 was tossing an egg up and down into the air, it landing in his palm without missing a beat. Didnt seem like anyone was going to help him, so he might as well start. Oh, where would the best place to throw the first egg be? Right smack dab on the door or window?
There was a wince when he heard out the familiar, yet grating voice call out to him. Spinning around, he noticed the other Reaper walking towards the building, hands holding some bags of…eggs?
“Like hell ya are! I was here firs’ an’ I ain’t stoppin’ just cuz ya told me to!”
There was a CRACK as the egg from 777’s hand collided with Sho’s face, causing a certain punk rocker to smirk in satisfaction.
What the factor —?
A nanosecond of silence, fingers wiping at his face, as a splattered yolk drips off his nose. He blinks, stunned for the slightest moment. Confusion quickly breaks into a scowl, fists clenched, teeth bared. Consider Shadow Ramen safe for now. They can pay up another day, right now he rather divide this digit in half and throw away the remainder. Anything 7 3 got to throw at him he’ll return it exponentially.
❛ — I guess you have a death with wish cause it’s your time to die. ❜ The egg rotten past its due date, surely with a stench to show, flies through the air in a perfect mathematical trajectory.
❛ Eat it you yoctogram — ! ❜
@heartheft
In a burst of color, a winged figure emerges, a flutter, a scowl. Rebellion rolls off of him in waves, an uncertain unbalanced sanity. The figure leans back, an impatient tap of his feet like he’s counting the time, each second - tick tock, tick tock. Finally he speaks -
❛ — I am thou, NOT! What are you doing you doing you digit? Subtracting from my time? ❜
drabble+life !
What is life? What is the meaning of life? Well, damn! — did he ever say he was a philosopher? There’s not a single ‘Sho Minamimoto’ in that set. It’s an axiom that he’s DEAD, zero pulse, and there isn’t a single substitution for that value.
— but he remembers.
Those memories don’t make his heart beat, barely even makes him drop his eyelids at 30 degrees. He’s an outsider looking in at his own head, and life? — Life use to mean a lot to him.
Life was 10:00 pm where he clicked the lights close so only the backroom was lit. His pops has two bowls out, rising steam from the fresh ramen touching the dingy lights, clouding the bulb. So maybe they blew all their money in making the storefront appealing, so what, it worked. Life was the way his dad probably didn’t know what the hell he was saying ½ the time, but grinned anyways, good job son — and Sho Minamimoto deals with calculations, he doesn’t blush at parental praise, so if he feels warm in his chest, maybe it’s a damn miscalculation. ( Not that he has any of those. No way. )
Life was the grey in the clouds before the rain, and the blues in the skies at the break of downpour. It was the fractal rays filtering through the tree leaves, and the ripples in rivers.
— but what is life now?
It doesn’t matter.
He wants few things, likes even less. It doesn’t even hurt that Ken Doi doesn’t remember him after his entrance fee. It doesn’t matter that every color is a blur of monotony.
The only thing he sees value in now are calculations. They hold significance not because of sentiment, but because of facts. Life is an ugly thing, disgusting, it doesn’t matter if you’re in the x-plane or y, and the only that that makes sense are the numbers in his brain, so that’s the only thing worth calling beautiful.
That’s life now.
Calculations and beauty.
OOC. kind of random but does anyone play flame vs blaze? I believe the artist of twewy worked on that game. :3c It’s pretty fun to me but there doesn’t seem to be enough players for a MOBA game.
any tree can drop an apple. I’LL DROP THE FREAKING MOON!
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He kicks a stone. GARBAGE. Knocks over some trash. ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. How’s he supposed to make art when the diameters all wrong, and the angles are obtuse? It’s unbalancing his equation - 100% ANNOYING.
Well there’s always the coefficient, maybe she’s got some nontrivial solution.
❛ — Hey half-wave I need something exactly 5.25 centimeters by 6, down to exact digit, no rounding anything y’hear? Got something like that for sale? ❜
@hippestbarista
There’s this urge just to kick back and set his feet on the counter, even if he was trekking through garbage, h = 30.48 cm, but there’s more important things to do. Namely building this scaled ratio mini sculpture, paralleling his own garbage sculptures ( Radical, isn’t it? Check out that axis of symmetry too. ) He’s got a stick of gum, a straw wrapper, and some old batteries balanced along with some things he swiped off the counter.
He doesn’t even know why he’s here - absolute boredom? Distorted brain waves from some mismatched sinusoid? Whatever, he was never one for estimations.
❛ — One cup of coffee, sugar, 2:1 ratio! ❜
The difference between the poet and the mathematician is that the poet tries to get his head into the heavens while the mathematician tries to get the heavens into his head.
G.K. Chesterton (via mathblab)
@gamenu
The crunch of garbage beneath his heel is utterly satisfying, like a proof spelled out to Q.E.D. One more kick at the base and each piece is beautifully placed, just one more at the top of the stack and it’s a negative parabolic function - and check out that circumference too, it’s the absolute value of perfection.
It just needs —
❛ — Yo, you there DIGIT walking down that parallel sidewalk. Give me that machine your have. ❜ He steps in front of her observing the device, just the perfect slope.
❛ — I gotta add it to the heap. ❜
A laugh escaped his lips as he closed the carton to his bounty. There was a slight stagger in his gait as 777 walked; he was feeling slightly tipsy from earlier but could manage just fine.
“Aye!” He calls out with a loud yell, his voice reverberating and sure to capture anyone’s attention. “Wanna help me egg that Shadow Ramen place?”
Expired eggs.
A whole dozen cartons piled into his bag. Oh yeah, Shadow Ramen is gonna get what’s coming to them. A whole plane of pain, remainder = ZERO. The plan’s all fine, PERFECTION actually, until what’s that he hears? Some guy thinks he’s gonna steal the target right out under his feet? Get that radical sign off your head and drop that idea.
❛ — Hey fractal, back off! The equation’s already written — I’m egging the entire area! ❜
❛ — They’ve been giving my pops problems for months! I’ll be taking my revenge! ❜
@eviqhet ( SUPRISE. YOU’RE DYING )
The speaker feedback screeches, a static hum, tap, tap as the speaker flares to life. A rough, almost gleeful voice resounds ❛ — Hey digit, your time = 0. Let’s get to it! ❜
Impatient hands tap against the hard plastic of the megaphone. Might as well poke the guy too, just for the factor of it. Leave it to probability for some job to fall into his hands just before the day was over.
❛ — Don’t keep me waiting exponentially! I’ve got art to make, people to crunch! up, UP! ❜
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