Andrew Reese: Assignment 11

As a computer, I imagine myself to be a finely tuned instrument of education. Why is it, then, that I am only to suffer? Let me take you through and average day in my life. I turn on. I wonder what grand purpose I will assist in today-will I be solving the mysteries of the world? Will I be exploring the depths of human nature with art? No apparently. Today, I'm playing crap like THIS.  The huge weeb that controls me apparently thinks this is a good use of his time. About half an hour of weaboo trash later, he closes the browser. "Thank God", I think to myself."Is it finally over?" Nope! instead of that assault on my dignity, he's going to try to play a game on me. I hope with all my heart that it's just another pixel art game that I could run with two cores behind my back, but today is not my lucky day. He boots it up, and it's a 3d, fast paced action game. I start struggling with all of my might to keep it at a consistent frame rate, but it takes everything I have. Relief finally comes when he get that pure platinum medal he wasted the last hour of my life for. He shuts me down, and I can finally be away from this garbage human being, if only for a moment.