shitposting about myself, long
Kona's adventures making computers make things happen that really shouldnt be happening
starring:
- "fuck it I'll connect it to serial"
- the arm architecture (and leg)
- gayposting
- being angry at nothing in particular
- powerpc architecture
- bootleg tower of power
- a dissassembled Dell laptop with a core 2 duo
- bitching about Vulkan
- a suprising amount of sd cards
- dangerous dd use
- yelling at things
- the Nintendo Gameboy Advance
- Butterfly from Hell (evaccaneer doom)
- "i rate it 1/10 because I can't hang a keychain from it"
- Telnet, too much of it
- Complete lack of security on LAN
- Vita Nuova's Inferno on the Nintendo DS
- RAM cheezit
- 🥺
- Plan 9, 10, AND 11
- "what do you mean I need root"
- disturbing ammounts of javascript
- the Panasonic Toughbook CF-31
- Pong
- The Nintendo Game and Watch (Ball)
- abuse of Oracle Virtualbox and QEMU
- Blindly reading manuals
- Dissing Windows every chance I get
- the Tupperware 1L water bottle
- trans things (tm)
- mysterious lack of blahaj
- Maruchan Instant Lunch
white unemployed autistic transfemme seeking help with funds for bills+transition stuff
i can make simple pixel art stuff and im making a zine on wardriving as well as some flip phone stuff
kofi in my profile
this artifact is a benign seal who helps with obtaining high scores
cherish him, for he is powerful and goofy
microfiction, polite interrogation scene
She entered the room. He couldn't see her very well but as she got closer he saw the dress. A very beautiful dress. Very weird for the sterile room they were in.
she got close to the table, her hands entering the light. He saw the finger joints...doll-like, like a prosthetic hand styled like a toy puppet. It was uncanny but yet beautifully delicate and smooth looking.
"I have one question, and one question only."
He wondered what she wanted. Company credit card details, passwords, logins?
"Who is the CEO?"
He froze. That had become a closly guarded secret of the corporation after the string of strange deaths of various oil execs across the world.
"Who is the CEO?" She asked again, in the same calming tone of voice. Though it sounded calming, it didnt make him less tense.
"Are you ok?" She asked, head cocking to one side. "I can get you some tea if you are thirsty."
His mind spun with ideas. Was this a test of his loyalty? He wondered if this was the company testing him. He worried for his life.
"You do know they don't care about you or your loyalty."
How did she know?
"Tell me the name, and I will make sure you remain unharmed."
He thought carefully. If they truely meant to give him protection then he could finally be free.
He spoke the name.
He swore she smiled in the darkness beyond the dim lamp.
"Thank you. You may stay or leave, it is up to you. If you need anything, simply ask."
She bowed, and left the room.
Floral Magical Girl, strange doll thing. weird artist. games, talking to bugs, hugging soft plush toys, striving for knowledge, ocasionally witchcraft/occult type stuff. Sometimes making digital toys for various computer devices. Not A Human! often being cutesy or childish, but mature when it matters. Traumaqueer.
Sal (she/her): Witch Of The Eternal Garden 🌱 Cooking, reading, flowers. uses "S:" when posting.
Vessel facts:
White, 20s, plural (but often working as one)
if we do something bad please let us know, we're probably unaware, and want to learn.
follow requests are vibes and/or "do we know you" type basis
Avatar: Cure Coral from Tropical Rouge Pretty Cure
Banner: Heboris (tetris/tgm clone game) screenshot proclaiming "You are Grand Master!"