So let me tell you about the time my friends and I invented Pokemon Go
So in early 2014 I came up with the idea for a mobile game that used your phone’s GPS to catch monsters in real world locations. This idea came to me just a few months before the Google/Pokemon April Fools Day video, which only inspired me more to make Geo Creatures a real thing.
(Note: The above two images were private concept art, some using art assets that were not my own as temporary placeholders)
When you weren’t walking out and about in real life, you could also play through the game’s story mode, where you could catch a more limited amount of creatures. To catch all of them, you’d have to go outside but the game’s campaign was completable without using the GPS.
(Again, private concept art. The background I believe was by Pelboy on deviantart. I had his permission to use the image for a promotional video which was never made.)
The story took place in an alternate present-day, when meteors came crashing down to earth. These meteors began to change shape into what we now know as Geo Creatures. The story begins on the night of this meteor shower, and six meteors land near your home, which is when you got to choose your starter.
That’s right, there were six starters! One for each element: fire, earth, water, ice, nether, and aether.
The way Geo Creatures were captured was through this Iron Man / Steven Universe mechanic. You had this futuristic gauntlet. When a geo creature became weak, they would revert back to their meteorite state (again, I was big on Steven Universe at the time) and you could bubble them and contain them inside your gauntlet.
In the story, the Geo Creatures were an alien race from another planet, who were being terrorized by these creatures known as the Titans (pictured above). These creatures were very similar to the Ultra Beasts in Pokemon Sun and Moon, but I swear, Titans were in development loooong before Sun and Moon was even revealed. I think Geo Creatures was disbanded before Sun and Moon was even revealed.
The main team consisted of me and my programmer friend. I foolishly spent some of my college loan money on hiring an artist (foolish because it was loan money, the artist was actually incredible and easy to work with. If you’d like to see more of his work, his name is Tomycase.)
In the end, development was slow, and once Pokemon Go came out, we halted production completely. We knew we would be criticized for being a Pokemon knock-off already, but when Pokemon announced they too were making a GPS-enabled monster catching game with a bigger team and budget, there was no point. The truth is, I don’t know if we could have ever finished it. My friend is an incredibly talented program, but Geo Creatures was too too big a piece for any one program to do, let alone some college students.
Anyways, I still own all of the art, concepts, and creature designs, so maybe Geo Creatures will manifest in some other form in the future. If you have any questions or would like to know more, follow my blog and message me! I’d love to talk even more about it. If enough people like it, I’ll show some more character designs and other concept art. Thanks!
tracer: Game? 😂😂 LIFE 🌿 isn’t ❌😒 a GAME 🏏👾🎮 but if it was, i’d WIN 💯🏅🏆🎖 Bc I’m 🔛 that daily 🗓📈 Grind 💪🏽😤 out Here Chasin Dreams 💫🏃 So 🙇 🗯 stop ❌⛔️ Playing Games 😝🎮 Bc the world 🌎 could always use more ⬆️ HEROES ✨💥⚡️ #Overwatch⛽️🅰🆖 RIP Mondatta 😔🙏👼🤖⚰
🐥 kim taehyung come out
🐥 kim taehyung come out quickly
🐥 i want to call you here so bad so come out quickly
🐥 there’s no such thing as rest time for you
🐥 guys please call taehyung
🐥 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ wow he’s not coming
🐥 ㅋㅋㅋ i’m just calling him ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐥 tae tae tae tae tae tae tae aet tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae tae
🐥 twe twe
🐥 if kim taehyung doesn’t come by 20 i’m going
🐥 yeah it’s me
🐥 taehyung-ah you’re responsible for all of this situation
🐥 i called you
🐥 you should come when i call you
oh you come at 20 exactly
🐯 what do you want
i’m busy right now
🐥 i’m just calling
🐥 why are you busy
🐯 why did you call me
are you playing games again
give me 10 reasons
🐯 what games
🐯 i’m stretching my leg muscles
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ i was just at your room
🐯 oh sorry
🐯 i started
🐯 after you went
🐯 hooha hooha
🐯 said he’s gonna
🐯 send you his aegyo video~~
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ can’t say anything but laugh ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
my friend’s a liar
yo i know you’re reading ㅋㅋㅋ don’t pretend you went ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐯 i got caught?
you thought i wouldn’t know, how can i not know you ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐯 keep your promise
🐯 aegyo video
🐯 film it
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ oh the aegyo video that you said you wanted to film together
keep your promise ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐯 i never said that
🐯 i have tons of aegyo videos from our manggaetteok jimin-ssi in my phone, shall i post them all?
not that taehyung, you said you want to film aegyo video for armys so bad 🙂
wanna film one?
do you hate it taehyung? 🐯 not aegyo
🐯 i want to show armys my cool side
taehyung are you gonna be like that?
🐯 game or
okay if you hate it that much i’ll film it alone
🐯 game or
🐯 stuffs like games
i didn’t know you hate it that much
🐯 he’s gonna film it!!! oho succeeded
what ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ㅋ
🐯 let’s play
i’m gonna do it~ i will, taehyung you do it too
🐯 if you post it
🐯 i’m gonna post
‘kay rest ㅋㅋ going to post it ㅋㅋ
🐯 aegyo videos of our precious members in my phone
confirm plz i sent it to you
🐯 can i post this?
🐯 aw so cute our jiminie
you ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ make me speechless ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
yo brat you can’t do it ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐯 you should say it here
yo ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i really have nothing to say ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
you can’t do it ㅋㅋㅋ taehyung ㅋㅋㅋ not that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
🐯 jimin-ssi you should keep in mind that i have you in the lines of my palm
🐯 i should post one of jimin’s cool like ryan mcginley photos
🐯 guys i posted
what’s with “the lines of my palm” ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ not even “my palm” ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Last week, I was DMing a one-off campaign for a few friends. Two have played before and the third has never played a live role-playing game before, so he was a bit uncomfortable. He decided to be a bard (named Shilo Buff).
I started them off in a stereotypical tavern for everyone to get their bearings and put the ball in the bard’s court, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Bard OOC: I walk up to the bar and lean on it next to a lady standing there and I say…
Bard: Hey, baby, you ever heard a song before?
The Lady (Me): Ummm…yes?
Bard: You wanna hear another?
Bard OOC: And I play this on my bagpipes…
He pulls out his phone and a bagpipes cover of Careless Whisper starts to play.
Me, the DM, through my laughter (everyone else is cracking up as well): Roll a performance check.
…he rolls a 20.
The entire bar is enraptured by his performance and they fill a cup in front of him with gold. The lady hangs on him the rest of the evening.
And that’s still only the second best pick-up line I’ve experienced in a Dungeons & Dragons tavern.
*fangirling on hollywood actors, kpop stars, any famous guys who look good*
wtf u slutz they wouldn't even know u exist
*fangirling on anime character who never existed, plays otome games until i collapse, imagines myself with my anime husbandos on a high school setting, licks my husbandos abs with my phone screen, dreams of reverse harem like in otome games*
One of my sims is legitimately being stalked by her ex.
in the background is Bob Pancakes. He and Eliza are divorced and they
can’t stand each other. They separated before their child was born, Bob
moved out, and Eliza was going to raise their daughter alone without
letting her so much as ever meet Bob.
So I’m playing as normal,
and suddenly Bob just.. walks in through the back door. He does not live
here. I purposefully moved him to a smaller house across the street and
marked him as unplayed. Sims can’t just enter other people’s houses,
and there’s supposed to be an option to tell visitors either “Goodbye”
or “Ask to Leave”.
Bob has none of those options.
He did have a “Go Away” interaction, which made him wander off and stand on one of the balconies. I didn’t want him to interfere with this family, so I took precautions.
This gave me some time to think about my options.
I’d never intended to play him again, so I could just leave him trapped until he died. After a day had passed, occasionally checking on him, he was extremely stinky and only able to stand there playing games on his phone. I felt bad and instead told Eliza to quick travel to his house, with him in tow.
Entering his household to check on him, he immediately fell asleep on the pavement. Fine. He could take care of himself from there.
Switching straight back to Eliza, she carried on doing her single parent thing, meanwhile I locked the front and back door COMPLETELY to seal them inside the house for the time being. Eliza doesn’t have a career so there was no reason to even leave for the next day or so. I also added a lot trait for ‘Private Dwelling’ to reduce visitors. She and her toddler went to sleep, and when I tried to put the game on fast-forward, I realised it wasn’t doing the high superspeed it usually does when all Sims are asleep. There was nobody else in the house. Then I checked the back garden.
Bob was back. He had not showered. Unable to actually enter the house, he sat on the patio and wandered around all night long. The Pancakes house has a barbeque, so he continually made himself food on it. Since he has a food source he’s not capable of dying out there, even if he never leaves. He might stink and fall asleep on the ground, but with access to burgers, he can do this indefinitely.
The family ignored him. Because he is a Slob, and had nothing else to do, Bob rummaged through their garbage bin and created constant piles of rubbish, which he then stomped on and played in.
Switching back to Bob AGAIN, I made him return home. And this time, when I reloaded the family and watched him in front of his house in the same neighbourhood… he walked off screen and disappeared. He hasn’t been back and their daughter was able to unlock the doors for her birthday party.
But the next time I load the Pancakes house I have no way of knowing whether Bob will be pressed up against the windows looking in.
Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.
A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry
Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned.
Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)
Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’.
My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to
happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.
Word count: 4670 words
Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.
“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed
through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the
kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members
of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What
are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.
My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but
she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until
she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a
The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship
between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them.
Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a
few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.
I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.
My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.
“What do you mean everyone?” Dylan asks over his shoulder, grabbing the tubs with one hand each and carrying them into the living room. I groan at his actions, sliding off the countertop and following him through the arch as he places the bowls on either side of the Monopoly board that sprawled out over the coffee table.
I follow him back into the kitchen and watch as he raides through my fridge. “Well, Holl’s babysitting, Crystal and Ty are on a date, Cody is meeting some girl he’s been texting, and Shelley’s at that spa weekend with Arden.” I inform him, waiting for his response.
Dylan pulls two crates of beers from the fridge, closing it with his foot and walking back over to the couch, placing the crates of beer by his feet. “What about Sprayberry?” My eyes widen at his suggestion. “Do you not remember the last time we invited him?” I yelp, pointing toward the dark patch on the white wall that had been filled in after Sprayberry smashed his head through it.
He purses his lips to hide his smile and watches me plop onto the couch beside him. “Looks like it’s just you and I then.” Dylan shrugs, breaking into the case of beer, pulling two out and handing me one. I gaze up at him, taking the beer and smiling widely. “You’re gonna stay?” I ask hopefully, my smile only growing when he shrugs his shoulders and places his beer beside the boardgame.
“You can’t play monopoly alone.” I smile at him again, crawling off the couch and around the coffee table so we both sat opposed to each other. “You’re going down.” I tease, grabbing the dice from the centre and shaking them in my hands. “Game on, baby.”
“This is bullshit!” I giggle loudly, throwing a fifty in the middle. “Your fault you landed on Go to Jail.” Dyl laughs, rolling the die and taking his own turn. I grumbled childishly, watching as he moves his metal player around the board and landing on one of my hotel’s, typical. He grins at me, clearly amused that he didn’t have to pay as I was in jail. I glare at him, waiting for him to take his turn again.
We’ve been playing this for two hours, and currently I had the better properties, whilst Dyl had all the money. Empty bottles and random candies were spilled around us, the room slightly spinning which only entices a giggle from my swollen lips. I look through my sets, all of the yellows and greens, but only one blue. Mayfair was nothing without Park Lane, and I was determined to get that godforsaken card from him.
“Dyl come on, I know you love me. Just gimme Park Lane!” I smile seductively, or at least attempted to. He laughs at my statement, fingers scratching against the short stubble that coated his jaw adoringly. The flattering sight causes an ache between my legs and I shift uncomfortably.
With my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, my thighs rub together roughly, my face contorting in discomfort and I try to ease the throbbing between my legs. My eyes remain glued to his lips and the dark hairs that invade his pale skin. In the midst of my staring, his wet tongue peeks between his lips, and just at the simple action I find myself sputtering a cough so disguise my strangled whimper.
Dylan giggles to himself, unaware of the gaze I held on him and he finally looks up from the board, Mayfair in his hand and a grin on his face. “I’ll trade you Park Lane for a blowjob.” Laughter howls from my lips, and my chest shakes from the frantic laughter of his sudden outburst.
However, whilst I laughed at his comment, the wanting need and desire between my legs only grew at his words, and rubbing my thighs together would not be the way to ease the situation I was almost drowning in. “I’m getting us some more beers.” I giggle, standing from the beanbag I had been slumped upon and wobbling into the kitchen.
My body stumbles into the door of the refrigerator and I laugh quietly at my clumsiness. With my hands pressed against the cool metal, I slowly press myself off the fridge, however my back presses against a hard chest, trapping me in place.
My breathing hitches in my throat at the feeling of warm breath fanning over my shoulder. My eyes flutter closed as a hand wraps around my hair that falls over my chest and pulls it behind my back. Soft lips press against the newly exposed skin and my knees almost give way, until a muscular arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer into their solid chest.
“So, what do you say about that deal?” Dylan’s groggy voice speaks, his lips hovering against my neck. I giggle at his comment, rolling my eyes playfully even though he wouldn’t see. “I think you made a great offer, but it’s something I’ll need to think about.” I tease breathlessly, my eyes fluttering closed once again.
Dylan’s warm tongue flattens against my skin and slowly runs along my neck, my body immediately reacting to the feeling and my ass presses into his crotch, a groan escaping his lips and I smirk to myself. “Come on baby, take the trade.” His grip on my waist only tightens and I find myself like putty in his hands. I spin in my tight position, my arms flung around his neck whilst his keep a firm grip on my waist.
I tangle my fingers into his dark hair and press my lips against his hungrily. Tongues dance messily whilst our lips move in perfect unison and I moan at the sudden feeling of Dylan’s hands massaging my ass. Without wanting, he hoists me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind my soaking heat against his lower abdomen.
Dylan carries us out of the kitchen and into the living room, carefully maneuvering around the scattered beer bottles and plopping onto the couch. My legs straddled either side of his body as my fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Dylan noticed my struggle and hesitantly breaks the kiss, tearing his shirt from his body and throwing it across the room.
My eyes stare adoringly at his toned torso, my panties soaking at the sight of the dark hair that gradually disappeared into his jeans and I find myself growing more and more excited by the second.
I press my lips against his, and slowly climb off his lap. My kisses follow my movements, lips pressing against lower areas of skin the further down my body slides, until I’m situated on the ground, between his open legs. I continue to kiss his torso until my lips come into contact with the rough material of his tight jeans, my chin grazing against his growing erection until I move my face away.
A low grunt escapes Dylan’s parted lips and I fiddle with the buckle of his belt, pulling it apart and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes flicker to his as I watch him through my lashes. His chest heaved heavily and the sound of his erratic pants echoed through the room as he witnessed my every move with every ounce of attention he could muster.
I smirk to myself, wiggling my ass a little which immediately catches his attention. Taking this to my advantage, I tear my shirt from my body; the cool air pelting against my bare chest and goosebumps begin their invasion. Dylan doesn’t notice my lack of attire until I fully unzip his pants, shoving my hand into his boxers and grasping firmly onto his erection.
He chokes back a moan at my sudden forwardness, whilst my eyes widen at the view before me. With a wicked giggle, I lick my lips in anticipation and prop myself up onto my knees. I lean forward slowly, Dyl’s eyes training on my breasts until I pull his big cock toward them, slotting it between the valley of my breasts.
“Oh, my..” His voice breaks when I press my tits together, creating a tighter grip on his cock. Slowly, I move myself up and down, precum spilling onto my skin and working as a form of lubricant as I continue to tease him. Dylan’s hand finds it’s way to the back of my head; his fingers tangling into my hair and pressing my face closer toward his crotch.
I take the hint, releasing my grasp and sinking back to the ground. I wrap a hand around his length, my other holding onto his thigh for support as I teasingly swirl my tongue over his oozing tip. “Baby come on, no teasing.” He whimpers, and the sound alone is enough to make me cum on the spot. I graciously oblige his wishes and wrap my wet lips around his cock, slowly sinking down until he hit the back of my throat.
My throat tightens around him as my nose buried itself in the dark patch of hair, which provokes a strangled moan from him. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He seethes and I hum in response, hollowing my cheeks around him and sliding back up his length. I suck gently on his tip, swirling my warm tongue over his slit and revelling in the filthy moans he gave me.
“Fuck this.” Dylan growls, viciously pulling me away from him by my hair. His lips smash into mine, and he grunts at the taste of himself on my lips. He stands from the couch, hands holding my wrists above my head as he backs me into a wall, my naked chest pressed against his whilst his cock sat squashed against our stomachs.
I moan at the feeling, knees falling weak when Dylan’s lips roamed over the sensitive skin of my neck. My arms remain above my head, one of his hands holding them in place whilst the other tugs down his jeans and boxers. My hips buck into his in excitement and anticipation, the alcohol that once ran through my blood turned to lust and desire, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough.
“Dyl,” I whine impatiently, gaining his attention once more. His dark eyes meet mine, his gaze trailing up to my trapped hands until they stop, a smirk forming upon his swollen lips, and my stomach churns nervously.
“Baby… what are you smirking at?” I question seriously, my heart stammering beneath my ribcage and I was sure my bones would shatter at any moment, given how hard it was throbbing. Before he pushes his jeans all the way down his legs, he holds onto the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the waist of his jeans and tugging it toward my wrists.
My heart drops when I realise what he was doing. My eyes follow the belt until I noticed the small chain hanging from the ceiling from where an old boxing bag had once hung and I mentally scold and thank myself for never getting around to take it down. “Dylan,” I whimper, clenching my fists as he tightly wraps the belt around my wrists, the clanking of metal indicating he had successfully attached it to the chain.
His hand slowly fall down my sides, gently squeezing my ass before he sets a soft kiss upon my forehead. He takes a step back, kicking his boxers off and toeing off his shoes and socks. My eyes widen at the sight of his naked body before me, and I shiver as he smirks at my vulnerable state. “Aren’t you a good little girl, huh? Standing there waiting patiently for me?” He taunts and my panties overflow with arousal at those simplistic words.
“Please, Dylan.” I gulp, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease the growing ache between my legs. He notices my struggle and slowly crouches down to his knees, spreading my legs apart and tearing the leggings off my legs. He grins up at me, setting himself between my legs and resting a thigh on each shoulder. His hot breath fans against my clothed core and I shiver at the feeling.
“I can see how wet you are baby.” He chuckles darkly, which only sparks another flame within me, causing me to thrust my hips closer to him. He carefully pulls my panties to the side before blowing cool air against my soaked slit. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I whimper, my head falling back when he runs his warm tongue between my folds, collecting my arousal until his lips latch onto my clit.
My wrists tug at the restraint, my body convulsing at the pleasure Dylan coursed through my body. “Fuck, Dylan oh God, just like that!” I cry out, my hips pressing further into his face as he grips onto my thighs for support. His lips and tongue continue their relentless assault, leaving me no mercy as I lose control completely. Dylan hums against my clit, my body twitching at the feeling and my lower abdomen shakes until I finally release with a filthy whine and a string of profanities that sound from my lips.
“God baby, you taste so good.” Dylan sighs with satisfaction, slowly easing my legs back to the ground and my body falls limp. He wraps his arms around my waist, his face inches from mine and I notice my arousal glistening around his lips as it drips down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand before pressing his wet lips against mine and I whimper at the taste of myself on him.
“Fuck me, Dylan.” I whisper into his mouth, my tongue soon following as he returns the gesture. Our lips mesh perfectly whilst his hands find the backs of my thighs again, and he hoists me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist and he lines himself at my entrance, slowly pushing through my folds. We both hiss in pleasure whilst he continues to thrust into me, halting suddenly to allow me to adjust to his generous size.
I take a deep breath, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead against his before I nod slightly. “Move.” I whisper. He willingly obliges and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into me at a slow pace. He continues his movements for a few more moments until I begin to grow frustrated. “Faster.” I buck my hips against his and he soon copies, thrusting into me at a faster and harder pace.
The chains above my head rattle and clank with every thrust and I moan at the feeling of him filling me up. His tip hits places I never even knew I had, the more his cock buried inside me. “God, you’re so tight.” He grunts in my ear, hands roaming to my ass and smacking his hand against the now, sore skin. I gasp at the feeling, whining filthily with every strike he made, his thrusts becoming faster and harder until I snapped, my vision blurring and I found my arousal, my walls clenching around him.
“Fuck Y/N, oh my fuck!” Dylan cries, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until hot spurts of cum splatter onto my lower stomach. He slowly lets my legs down to the ground again and I fall completely limp. “Holy shit.” He pants, and my vision slowly becomes apparent again. “Dyl,” I breathe, my eyes barely open as I swallow thickly.
Dylan carefully unties my hands, throwing his belt to the ground and catching my body as I almost stammer to the ground. He carries me close to his chest, turning the light out as I snuggle my face into his neck tiredly. “We need to talk Dyl,” I begin as he lays us both on the ground. “We can talk in the morning baby, I have a few things I need to confess.” He tells me, pulling a blanket from the couch and over our bodies.
“Goodnight my love.” Dylan’s soft voice speaks. He presses his lips against mine softly before pulling me into his chest. But that’s the problem… I was leaving tomorrow morning, for good.
Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world
When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart
pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I
switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out
for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by
and randomly answered it.
Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”
Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played
so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls
to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.
Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”
Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your
location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating,
specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys
to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was
Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.
Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game
you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can
verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I
don’t remember that either]
Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”
Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”
So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area
stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and
confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes
later, I get back to Scamalot.
Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”
Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”
Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”
Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.
Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”
Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including
interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the
seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.
Finally, I’m ready to read the code!
First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part
number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the
code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits
with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets
Oh, ok heres the game key…
Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”
Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”
Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”
BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.
AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think.
Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit.
If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some.
Your pen hangs off of your
lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in
front of you. He has his face buried
between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in
close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book
shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your
brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.