SOL #3

       All I'm doing is moving my hands, but so much is happening on the screen. Movement, looking up, down, left right, moving forward, backwards. Virtual reality  being created by just moving fingers. Mouse clicks, moves, left clicks, moves again, clicks three times. Trying to adapt to what is going on on the screen. My eyes dart back and forth. W,A,S,D, space, M, comma, period, 1,2,3,4, Y,  all these keys being pressed depending on the situation.  I start thinking about the code going through my computer.

      I assume it would be Java, defiantly not HTML, well maybe for talking through the chat. C# possibly. Probably not C or C++. Python no. Defiantly. It also depends on which year this game was made. 1980s I presume, maybe 90s. Java wasn't really used that much back then, but it was starting to get famous. I don't know. Ill just focus back on the game.

Slice of Life #2

     Laying down in bed. My eyes feel like they are too tired to open, but its too late in the day to close them. My arm is coming up to cover my mouth every few seconds. I sniffle in between coughs. The white Kleenexes on the floor are covered in my gross nose fluids. I don't want to move, but it is so boring here.

   

     "Whats everyone at school doing right now," I wonder. I look at the clock 12:23. "Having lunch, Yup, I bet someone has already yelled at them to pick up a piece of trash or to sit down or something." I smile to myself. 

      I hate being sick. I feel just.....bad. There is no way to explain it, and it makes me mad.  But its fun to daydream about my friends getting in trouble so I don't feel left out.

Slice of Life #1

    Up, down, left and right there is forest. I am kind of fritened because I have never seen or been in any of these kinds of situations. I don't want to move just in case there is a tiger, or a cobra, or even a Tyrannosaurus Rex behind the tree that I am next to. I am 8 years old, alone in the woods, scared out of my pants. With nothing at all. No food, no water, no survival skills, no nothing. No Internet, no iPad, no WIFI! But I had to stay strong, keep my wits about me, and survive. For my family, and to have a future.

    My thoughts started to clear out of my head and I focused back to reality. I heard something. Not quite sure what it was, It sounded like water. Dripping, but constant. A stream! After a couple more seconds of investigation, I realized I was urinating. 

    "Come back Max!" My Dad yelled.

    "Fine,"I muttered, zipping up my pants and walking back to camp.