I was a teenager going to a Japanese highschool. Aside from being populated by Japanese people, and being vaguely foreign, it wasn’t much different from American highschools.
One of our assignments was in game design. It had been assigned by what I believe was a French teacher, so I didn’t expect that the game I made had to be any good. I was expected to make a game in HTML5, but since I didn’t know how to do that and left it to the last minute, I instead plotted to use the teacher’s naivete to use some pre-made template game, customize it with graphics, and then hand it in.Continue reading
A Shaolin monk looking guy shows up at the door in ratty clothes with what seemed to be a family of Chinese weirdos. These guys kept trying to communicate nonverbally what they wanted, which was apparently the grass in the front yard. So I said fine, you can have the grass, and started leading them down when one of them needed to use the washroom. He ran down the hall to use it and I got worried he’d be stealing stuff, but it was just the washroom so whatever.
Anyway, we go downstairs and out front and they start pulling up the grass. I start worrying that our landlady NK will get pissed off. I sort of let them pick it all anyway.
Next I’m in a bus on a field trip to a summer park. Among the students are a friend of mine from T-school (an international private school I went to), JB and his sister CB. Haven’t thought of them for years.
My voice recorder contains an account of “being rendered like cartoon characters, Archie meets Scott Pilgrim”, of which I have no recollection.
I was in city. I’m thinking Paris or some other city in France. I was part of some sort of prank reality perpetuated by a cleverly designed parody/fake website made by an artist or group of artists. I kept having to go back to the same apartment to do the same prank over and over again, except that new people lived there and their children were openly contempt of my attempts. Not sure why I had to keep doing it.
We lived in an apartment built over or next to a Chinese convenience store. The place was a poorly designed mess, basically a hall with a few rooms randomly jutting from it at regular intervals, some leading to places that weren’t related to us at all, like stores and things. I found things a tad confusing too, like it seemed to not have a layout consistent from time to time. Then one night I woke up to find that my room was also part of a subway station and a bunch of people were passing through. Then later it was a disgusting sty and silverfish were everywhere. I’d kill one with a death glare or poison or something and its lifeless body would fall onto my rumpled bedsheets, and while I was trying to find the corpse and dispose of it before I got totally grossed out by it touching where I sleep and spreading it’s ick taint, I would spot another one scurrying somewhere else.Continue reading