well nearly 5am @_@
So hellz lets do what you did ^^
Early morning vending is what he liked to do, sure all nighters were fun, Parents out and his sister staying back at a friends house. He had the home to himself, do what he liked when he liked. Earlier in the day he thought sleep was of the essence, of course heill be needing it for what he had planned for later that day and night. So after waking at a late 10pm from an early sleep he stocked up.
There was no need to creep down the stairs, missing the third to bottom step as it had the nasty tendancy to act as an intruder alarm. No instead he flounced down the stairs like he owned the place and as such he strolled into the kitchen ripping the fridge's door of and quckly turning away as the light inside its jaws hurt his eyes. He found everything he had dreamed, having realised it was a friday night and his parents had just done the weekly shop. he grinned widely as he created a makeshift basket with his T-shirt and threw everything he could find in the fridge into it. Yoghurts, chocalate bars, even taking the time to pull open a few packets of his favorite cookies and crisps from the larder before struggling back up the stairs to his room.
He threw everything down with a soft thud onto his bed and found to his surprise the computer already switched on, it was an old one, Windows 98 with only a 1 gig processor but it did its job.. too make him money.
And so it began, adjusting his leather swivel chair to his favorite height he pulled out the sliding drawer that held his keyboard and mouse and begun to search amongst his mass of desktoped files for his browser. He found it, easily tonight giving a shrug as he bashed the mouse into operation.
Gaia started normally, strange he thought as he started to ponder over the thought of msn. he needed the memory he thought, Msn will only slow the already slow computer down, all resources are operation mini heaven.
And so giving the social graces of his friends a wide berth he made his way to the market. "Great.." he thought as soon as he had entered there was a donation item mass, as far as the page let him all he could see was anklets, horns, claoks, even a scarf, and so like a whale he opened his jaws and began to filter between sea water and beer....
It wasnt long before items picked up under normal exchange values were raising due to "timezone flutuation" As he called it, the anklets he carelessy brought earlier had magically rose in value 3k and so he begun to shift them out, one after the other they sold, like new sweets given out free at a zoo fulll of kids. and so it wasnt long before his invent was feeling a little like Oliver Twist. He sighed happily looking to find that he had a nice gold value shimmering at the top of his screen.
He continued on, for hours on end untill to his horror at 3:30am he had a PM. How he hated them even more at these times, the vend was heaven for him, he was born to make gold on this night. However that PM gave him a glare of unnatural evilness, it wanted to be read, but who he thought could it be?
The majority of his frends would have called it a night, probably wondering why they had not heard anything from him. He grunted and gave a fairwell to the vend clicking the yellow envelope wondering still who would be wanting him at such a desperate hour of the morning.
A few seconds passed before he found out, catching a name that wasnt blue, or recognisable, he thought better to ignore it, delete it as it would be a pointless n00b wanting a donation.
He made his way back to the market. ripping open a packet of crisps and with a crunch tearing through them like pirana's into flesh
((And im dead gonk bah s**t as hll but boredom >< Enjoy. xD ))
So hellz lets do what you did ^^
Early morning vending is what he liked to do, sure all nighters were fun, Parents out and his sister staying back at a friends house. He had the home to himself, do what he liked when he liked. Earlier in the day he thought sleep was of the essence, of course heill be needing it for what he had planned for later that day and night. So after waking at a late 10pm from an early sleep he stocked up.
There was no need to creep down the stairs, missing the third to bottom step as it had the nasty tendancy to act as an intruder alarm. No instead he flounced down the stairs like he owned the place and as such he strolled into the kitchen ripping the fridge's door of and quckly turning away as the light inside its jaws hurt his eyes. He found everything he had dreamed, having realised it was a friday night and his parents had just done the weekly shop. he grinned widely as he created a makeshift basket with his T-shirt and threw everything he could find in the fridge into it. Yoghurts, chocalate bars, even taking the time to pull open a few packets of his favorite cookies and crisps from the larder before struggling back up the stairs to his room.
He threw everything down with a soft thud onto his bed and found to his surprise the computer already switched on, it was an old one, Windows 98 with only a 1 gig processor but it did its job.. too make him money.
And so it began, adjusting his leather swivel chair to his favorite height he pulled out the sliding drawer that held his keyboard and mouse and begun to search amongst his mass of desktoped files for his browser. He found it, easily tonight giving a shrug as he bashed the mouse into operation.
Gaia started normally, strange he thought as he started to ponder over the thought of msn. he needed the memory he thought, Msn will only slow the already slow computer down, all resources are operation mini heaven.
And so giving the social graces of his friends a wide berth he made his way to the market. "Great.." he thought as soon as he had entered there was a donation item mass, as far as the page let him all he could see was anklets, horns, claoks, even a scarf, and so like a whale he opened his jaws and began to filter between sea water and beer....
It wasnt long before items picked up under normal exchange values were raising due to "timezone flutuation" As he called it, the anklets he carelessy brought earlier had magically rose in value 3k and so he begun to shift them out, one after the other they sold, like new sweets given out free at a zoo fulll of kids. and so it wasnt long before his invent was feeling a little like Oliver Twist. He sighed happily looking to find that he had a nice gold value shimmering at the top of his screen.
He continued on, for hours on end untill to his horror at 3:30am he had a PM. How he hated them even more at these times, the vend was heaven for him, he was born to make gold on this night. However that PM gave him a glare of unnatural evilness, it wanted to be read, but who he thought could it be?
The majority of his frends would have called it a night, probably wondering why they had not heard anything from him. He grunted and gave a fairwell to the vend clicking the yellow envelope wondering still who would be wanting him at such a desperate hour of the morning.
A few seconds passed before he found out, catching a name that wasnt blue, or recognisable, he thought better to ignore it, delete it as it would be a pointless n00b wanting a donation.
He made his way back to the market. ripping open a packet of crisps and with a crunch tearing through them like pirana's into flesh
((And im dead gonk bah s**t as hll but boredom >< Enjoy. xD ))
