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The Roguelike C@T
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They called it war chalk, a specialized means of notifying other hackers whether certain places were hostile to open connectivity.copyright protection58PENANAn2hFJfksc0

An underground sub culture, the under ground world of cracks in the walls. She had heard about things in her young years, however do to her aching legs as she wore her Bostons out in the world, she never braved herself to venture herself far into the technological wilds. She had been a portly child, not much smaller than a balloon. She would bounce up, up, and up as she went up, down, up, and down again over, over, and over the hills and rolling downwards. Full stop, the British English phrase applied to the city lights. Alissa the gamer, Alissa the hacker. Alissa the loser of the world, and armed only with pepper spray was attacked by boys with switch blades. But today would not be that day, and she ran, ran, ran, and slowed down to a walk.copyright protection58PENANA6lrJZvE8zb

She was pinned down by the boy.copyright protection58PENANAyc4VIq2b1q

-- So you thought you could get away from me, he said. He pointed at her menacingly.copyright protection58PENANAfotw4cMoFY

-- Bye now, road kill. Alissa said.copyright protection58PENANAoLkQvkm9tV

-- What did you--copyright protection58PENANAl18qXQQZ1R

But before he could finish he was ran over by the train, herself barely missing the hit. He was pulverized, his parents mourning. Her parents were furious, and paddled her for losing her right hand.copyright protection58PENANApgfSNj4AIJ

But she didn't need it.copyright protection58PENANAz6vTX0ejaH

She was a lefty. And this lefty who hid her smoking habits from her parents, despite being thirteen was the only way to cope with the bullshit called life. She had gotten into rogue likes on a whim, after watching movies about alien invasions. But she became bored with speculative fiction, she wanted to live her own personal fiction, as her own alternate ego. She wanted to become part of the digital life.copyright protection58PENANAfvJnVGdMFf

Her life, her story.copyright protection58PENANAD4wTXjd1TV

At night she programs minor programs after school classes, writing class in Ruby for different kinds of functionalities, Super Bin being the latest program.copyright protection58PENANALs2gmZhAir

Designed to target specific programs, then write over these for twelve circles using a random algorithm, so that the more one write over a specific file the more expensive it becomes to completely recover a document, program, or image. You can use such functionality within the scope of War Chalk scanners, scanning for various open network ports within the city. She goes to the city to walk by a specific chain restaurant, marking it with a closed nodal connection to warn other hackers. This way those more experienced with breaking into connections, with more experience under their belt, can break into networks.copyright protection58PENANAixX1USH8Em

Alissa prefers to write minor viruses not affiliated with the inter webs, because of suddenly the web of social networking were to completely get sizzled over night, she can still spread viruses through earning the trust of various people in the real life, and sneaking onto their computer to various programs Ruby and Batch files:copyright protection58PENANAnirTcodpq7

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She had been hesitant to learn Batch programming. She was unsure how closely Batch was to C++ programming. She wanted to program a virus that turned her entire computer into a rogue like game.copyright protection58PENANAk1M0JofCMf

Yet as she applied the code, her computer didn't shut down. She expecting her computer to just fart out dead, and she would have to turn it back on, but instead found herself pulled into a world of wired fairies, dragons, and other creatures in ASCII text. She fought in various classes in the science fantasy setting, whether that was a dragon depicted as a D, or a Wivern as a W, and so on. She walked through various dungeons, until falling for the first time. Yet she was caught by a young cyborg knight.copyright protection58PENANA7n8znvngjT

-- This isn't like most Rogue like games you know.copyright protection58PENANAM5O7HmqZEK

-- I thought some games didn't have an info dumper. Said Alissa.copyright protection58PENANAzYMmZvKe8w

-- Alissa, if that's your name. This is not a game. We are in grave danger. The cyborg night girl jerked her by the wrist, and gave her deck. Alissa injected a batch file that turned the dragon into weasel. She thought shot the weasel with her in game cross bow, and the battle was over.copyright protection58PENANAufTDPh8cxr

-- What did you do?copyright protection58PENANA5kwUregRdV

-- I injected a virus that turned it into another monster to make it easier to kill, tweaking the code.copyright protection58PENANACNUo9UUU82

To the night, the girl seemed like she was pulling things out of thin air, but she knew that this was merely a game. Or so she thought. But she found herself unable to close the game. And when she fell, she bled. She wore a bandits hood on her head that ripped on the sharp rocks. With her two little wooden shoes, she found it difficult to walk at first. But eventually was able to pull herself back up. Unable to balance, she almost fell. Held up straight by the knight depicted as a K, she collapsed into his her embrace.copyright protection58PENANAqDhkg6Boi9

-- Most realistic game ever.copyright protection58PENANAQotnjUBzMP

-- You are not in a game.copyright protection58PENANAvoCpMMjGHs

It was one of those communities, she remembered. In any one you might find, there was at least one dumb enough to build a Linux distribution based on their favorite bargain store. With her old group of friends, these were numerous. Never mind the fact they betrayed their on principles about strict anti-consumerism, when they can indulge in whatever cheap prices they can find on flat screen televisions, now currently prone to exploits such as Weeping Angel. Never mind if the new distribution had installed back doors, allowing their favorite bargain store to target them with advertising. After all, it's only a user-installed back door, and not Proprietary spy ware.copyright protection58PENANAI750sm64Kp

She had lost contact with these friends for months, preferring the glow of rogue like games. Yet now as she wandered into the village of the fantasy world of C@t, she began to crave leaving the game. Yet this game would not allow her to leave so easily.copyright protection58PENANAdBOHY7CzHo

-- There is an evil king at the bottom of her prison, I always knew we shouldn't have made the dungeon so big, but architects never listen to anybody. It was one of those seemingly generic flights of dialogue one might expect from an NPC, yet others still had more life like conversations, design to be based on random conversation non player characters bring up. No matter how many choices you program, it's still an AI and Artificially Intelligence has their limits.copyright protection58PENANApcM2CzOWgw

Except for the Knight she had encountered.copyright protection58PENANAoYDuZ6R6aC

In some ways she did not seem like a program, but another form of intelligence like herself. And it is this, perhaps, that made Alissa the most uncomfortable, but also morbidly curious. After all what would happen if she injected the character with self-replicating codes, ones designed to write themselves randomly across the terminal. Only she had somehow been injected into this fantasy world, a world where although traditionally they would have been depicted as ASCII text, instead they were people like her with their own programmed subtext and interactions. Even for AI, it was weird seeing some up close. After all she merely thought of them as binary ones and zeros.copyright protection58PENANAvndj5crHM8

She only thought of them as part of the game.copyright protection58PENANA5blSdXr2TH

Part of a generic game engine.copyright protection58PENANAyiGcNGiEMt

An engine of self-replication. She found herself new friends, friends that would not--at least for now, not betray their own principles.copyright protection58PENANAghQuBWG2Ds

The program simply couldn't write it.copyright protection58PENANAbIDwBRt2Tn

Alissa once wanted to make a video game. It was a game about a band of boys, who wanted to fly. There was a kind of double meaning, as the term gradually came to be redefined as wanting to eventually commit suicide. Despite having never been part of the suicide club culture in Japan, she had began to write a story about a similar thing. Alissa had a rough road of it on her own, having acquired the knowledge of what meant to come to Purgatory just down the road from the 6th street, and always comes knocking at your door step. But there was never was a black horse of the apocalypse, or anything symbolizing death. It was the isolation, the boredom, the assault on her lungs. The breath of fresh air having pancakes despite going a year without.copyright protection58PENANAKsGrEt7X8U

Part of those boys lived on inside her mind, as she played C@T. From time to time, as she reclined on her belly fat, she hallucinated of other teenagers inside the game translucent in nature, being liked ghosts in the virtual world none as the rooms in ASCII. Yet somehow the ASCII had managed to become alive through the computer virus that she had created to modify the rouge like. Little did she know that it would cause the artificial intelligence to become lifelike in nature, like characters in other novels flittering like Uploaded Fairies on the net. Alissa had no need to browse for open or closed connections, she was part of a larger world with its own way of things. As she scattered about into random bits of data, gradually building herself up into becoming whole. Life, like a stillness, can seem like a boring bowl fruit. And yet in this abstract surreality, there is a whole other layer of reality beyond the world of code and flesh, the slipstream where the two blend into one. This world was always there, some call it the human brain. Call it whatever you want, it wasn't anything like sneaker net.copyright protection58PENANAqpbhTNdzPR

It also wasn't like this.copyright protection58PENANA21AFxbw0eq

It also wasn't like being chased by Seraph Viruses. And in this world, as she explored the world with her ASCII friend the knight. She found herself stalked by a certain kind of cult member, one species of witch one primarily finds on the net. One that has no central governing body, one that isn't ruled by a single seer. And as she gets lost, fighting abstract letters, she blends.copyright protection58PENANAnZS3qxxyvG

She bleeds out in ASCII. She has become ASCII.copyright protection58PENANAsW5EeYsryi

It was her heart bleed.copyright protection58PENANAiAjTgQ4NQi

She would make at first simple programs, such as ones that simply said hello world. She would move on to her first attempts at making video games. But these first attempts, when she wasn't doing simple battle system in Ruby, where little more than using stills to fight enemies. While she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of using attribute accessors, she knew that globals were the only way initialization variables wouldn't reset. People telling her not to use them likely only had experience programming calculators, web servers, and other mundane tasks. Even people she knew that worked on rogue like games, focused on using abstract symbols rather than the English language, or Francaise if you were French or from certain parts of Canada. Yet she had no interest in symbolism outside of the world of novels, poetry, and short stories about long lost Lenora, like Arragon losing her head.copyright protection58PENANAeeh7iIEQha

She wanted to live her own coding life.copyright protection58PENANAwK6BplARM9

Her own life instead.copyright protection58PENANA95KsY0i3N9

Yet now she was a code.copyright protection58PENANAl2oD9HmOxE

It bit.copyright protection58PENANAY4o5GOqgFd

This isn't the story of picture books or middle grade novels, or the stories of girls from the 19th century in wooden shoes battling class warfare while their friends spin old fashioned knitting machines in factories ran by masters far wealthier that can afford a Turkey dinner, and sell little boys off to men before becoming members of thieves guilds. Alissa was her own special kind of thief, in our world they called these sole proprietors. There was never any need to launder money, because she never earned a nickel in her affairs. Despite being thirteen, she had experienced life far more than most people in their early thirties. By eight she was already becoming middle aged, and cynical about the world around her, after her teachers had said, "We think Alissa's needs are better explored through public schooling."copyright protection58PENANApPj9hhaAlY

The school would later become half private school and half Church. Until they went on to becoming a magnet school, moving into another building, and continuing to strangle kids. Yet now in the world of ASCII graphics and procedural generation, there was never any private schools to be kicked out of. There was never anyone to say she could indulge in her own personal fantasies, exploring the darkest layers of game play catacombs. She had been playing for so long she didn't remember whether she had built the game, or simply found it. By this point she had modified it enough where it no longer made a difference. The difference, though finite, was another to seemingly send her off into a world of her own making.copyright protection58PENANAKG09k9QGXo

A world where girls lose their heads.copyright protection58PENANAkWsJ18xspd

A world where no dungeon is ever the same.copyright protection58PENANAFP2ZZkg9UC

A world where each story is always different.copyright protection58PENANA8Fj8ODiFkf

She wanted to live in her own personal fantasy world, a world where humans as ASCII binary depictions had a certain kind of sentience. She didn't want to belong to a particular hero's journey, or follow the plot of mediocre story books. Certainly not one for younger children, and she liked to think of herself as being adult, despite sometimes picking her nose among other tale tale marks of immaturity when nobody was looking, besides her intrusive mother whom she had began to develop habits in her absence. "I want my lighter mom." said Alissa, but her mother wouldn't listen when they were in Washington D.C. Her mother doused in water, and then tossed it into a garbage can. If her mother did that know she would slit her throat. Even know as those craving of her former parents, before adoption, gave her temporary flights of thinking that her old mother, her old life, was still living with her. Even in the world of binary, as she slashed ASCII orcs and snake men, she longed for a certain kind of release.copyright protection58PENANA3FcwodEWG4

The game wouldn't let her die.copyright protection58PENANA9mTblSvC2q

She couldn't reload the game.copyright protection58PENANAea6xjVaBAv

The fleet fell to the ground like droplets of rain from the city in the clouds. The mother Earth crying, as the sky slowly becomes more green. Alissa had not realized how green the sky was in the game until very recently, unlike her own world where the sky was blue. Ships like binary code darting down from the city of ASCII, filling the sky like grains of sand.copyright protection58PENANAREa3azhPwX

Every now and then she would still here the voice from her mother, calling for her in her sleep. And yet she had gotten to the point of pretending like she didn't hear the voice that was calling her, as nothing seemed to be able to pull her out of this dream like world, where machines blended with dragons with impunity, and difficulty could change at the drop of an exploit. Despite her experience with Ruby programming, the AI had developed a resistance because of the virus she used to infect the portable game console, leaving her life permanently in a constant game loop where she constantly died by whatever means "the programmer" had devised. Whether that be death by guillotine, death by headman's block, or hanging by the noose. She was even stomped on by a rabid moose, and chased after by wild dire wolves in ASCII hoping to make her their lunch.copyright protection58PENANATFjMRFFnhH

Yet the core dialogue of the AI would never change, and it times it would seem like there would be some kind of continuity. The knight girl would remark about her she needed to be more careful next time, and how they would guide her through various processes in the title. For in the game, there were things far stranger than Spider Pigs and Ape Goats that were far more dangerous than skeletons, and she needed all the skills she could get to finally remove her from the world of binary code. It was a kind of peculiar mode seven, walls of black with green ASCII text forming a labyrinth of constantly looping spires. In the world of spires, she could expect various members of her party to die by various traps and monsters. For they were temporary, disposable. She wanted to be lost in the game forever, in order to ignore the various tortures of her own life.copyright protection58PENANAOvSU2bPdNq

She dreamed within the dream, worlds blending trees with hamlets.copyright protection58PENANAIE4TIesZ3Y

She dreamed of worlds blending Helicopters with dragons.copyright protection58PENANAXXEhJwWpTd

She dreamed until there were no more dreams to be had, except for the constant desire to come home, where she would need to eat at some point, even if this was Chocolate Beer Bread and Chocolate Bar Burritos, something to give her a temporary sugar rush. Yet outside of the game her mother would tell her to hush, among some of the kinder things she had been told. And said no chocolate until she turned eighteen. Because at eighteen she could get all the sugar rushes she wanted, and she was going to need it if she was going to get a life and get a real job. And not be the fake person she always was.copyright protection58PENANA7IIZDLbtYZ

She didn't want to leave the game.copyright protection58PENANATHDXBlc3lf

But sometimes you have no choice.62Please respect copyright.PENANAsYOcQ9Ke8h
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She stretched out her cigarette pack over the current week, with only a few previously rolled ones left to go. Unlike her old room mate, she never chained smoked. Although her old room mate was more than happy to project the issue onto her. Her room mate did this for a lot of things, and not just that. Being rejected for disability hits you hard, and yet when you spend most of your days programming mail systems, you end up not thinking about it as much as you might expect you would.copyright protection58PENANAJtQrttdFWc

In her younger life, she would refuse to go outside for walks. She had high arches all her life, and yet they had only recently began to bother her. She liked eating Mexican food, especially fajitas, and that contributed to a large portion of her weight gain. She cursed like a sailor, all profane. Then drowned the night away with Indian lager under the glow of hand me down lamp lights. She was concerned about her adopted daughter Alissa, and knew that she had come from a rough family. She was concerned about her addiction to video games, and wondered how it might contribute to her grades like any parent would.copyright protection58PENANAEPTiNuEZyZ

The girl came to her one night, having ran away from home. She called herself Alissa, and that she needed a change of life. Yet the woman had never considered the idea of having kids, in many ways still feeling much like a kid herself. Between the worlds of Les Miserables and Grandia, her life was an odd mixture of adult cynicism and childlike optimism constantly at war with one another. The mother had attempted suicide five different times, this she never even told her own mother.copyright protection58PENANAfBisjSoxoL

Whenever she slept in her room, she thought of weird things she found on the dark web. She wanted to protect her new daughter from the evils of the world. The world was filled with machismo and men who spent more time bragging about their own self-worth than overall improvements to society. Some would talk about the government currently selling out people's INTERNET browsing history, though for the most part in using the right browser this issue fell largely to the back burner. Yet now as the girl became established in her house hold, the girl being allowed to stay by the government as the old mother was investigated for child abuse, she wanted to give Alissa the best world she could have. Perhaps almost to a fault. She remembered when she had her own addictions to videos around her own teen years, when she wanted to become a game developer. Although this had fallen by the wayside, especially after her room mate said how she wasn't really a gamer, this was on the back of her mind as her world was filled with all sorts of self doubt; her world where she lacked mental energy.copyright protection58PENANAF7fvzIYMoU

Yet S was a woman that used her misery to give her strength. She wanted her daughter to not experience the same issues that she had when she grew up, even if on some level it was already to late, and Alissa had already been abused one time to many. After school they would go for a walk, and she would treat to different coffee shops in the area, and tried to encourage Alissa not to smoke. Yet she knew how difficult it was to bin the habit, as she had smoked many times before herself with her own mother. Indeed, in many ways she saw many aspects of herself in Alissa, and this was why she only gently smoke with her to stop smoking. She wanted to be the best parents she could be. And this meant finding therapy for her daughter.copyright protection58PENANAY2KSlxnZwW

She didn't want to smoke to cope.copyright protection58PENANAYMxheR9Dox

She didn't want Alissa to be like herself.copyright protection58PENANAo3EDydmx0L

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