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//OOC: Barker's homeworld is a modified version of Earth. He does coding. And he's basically a test muse. He's pretty much a regular person that has a hobby for coding. Aside from the whole void dog thing. Bastard goblin. Let me know if you want me to change the reply or anything! ;;//

Barker finds himself trying to code a desktop buddy. He's not sure why he's doing this, he has fiction to write, art to make with the cheap-but-still-decent tablet and various games to play.

And yet, he thought it would be a good idea to include all of the food items from the games in a random choice type-deal.

Despite the comment in his coding that he did not regret this, he was sorely regretting this. That comment is 100% a lie. Oh well. He sticks another comment stating that the above comment was a lie. Good enough.

There was something about arrays that he could use, but he never understood the point of using arrays, really. He couldn't make heads or tails of the damn things, and they seemed to bring a lot of suffering to one of his coding acquaintances. At least they were efficient, much more efficient than the crap he was trying to do right now.

Hell, there was even a chance to get all three food items to be the same damn thing. He wouldn't have much of an idea on how to get that to... not happen, but still, it's an unintended consequence. At least it was a rare chance. Sure, it wasn't a 0% chance at all, but it was something.

The corner of his mouth straightened out in a slight grimace at the current mess of code. The whole thing would only get messier as he added more and more options. Items that were from specific fanfics, or items that had yet to be added in the DLCs.

He was fairly fond of doing this, though. That was the main thing, enjoyment. Besides, progress was progress, no matter how small, even if he was a bit sore over the whole 'three food items that are the same because of random generation of choices' thing.

Barker shut off the program, shut off the desktop buddy and closed the laptop lid, before whipping around when he hears creaking of floorboards behind him. He stares at them for a few moments, before asking them a single question. Though, it sounds more like an annoyed, hoarse bark.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

He is not keen on having guests around at this time of night.
Last edited by Stabbsworth; 01-04-2019 at 12:45 PM.
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