Care to give me Gems? It helps my motivation to do better.
Once again, I regret ever even thinking that things were that simple."Come again?"I didn't understand a single thing that came out of Anne's mouth. The thick accent didn't help either. She was so animated that what little fluency she had in pronunciation was going down the drain really damn fast. It would've been pretty cute if it wasn't so fucking annoying just trying to parse through her Frenchness."I said, une telle chose ne devrait pas être possible."My brain was on the verge of melting just trying to understand her. I guess I understand now just why she was so averse to learning English. If this was how she felt every time I spoke, then I shudder to think what it felt like when I was teaching her...I took a deep breath. There's no need to blow up today, Crimson. Have some pat
Time once again has reared its impossibly powerful influence. Taking the mortality of man into account, the most important resource one could ever ask for would be the ability to do more stuff in a short span amount of time. Efficiency, accuracy, proper organization. These were the keys to getting shit done without wasting time. Of course, this was all just my own ideal stupidity at play. Why, I was probably guilty of wasting over a third of my life doing nothing but procrastinate all damn day. I suppose that playing games, watching anime, and reading fanfiction could count as research for my other hobbies, but it didn't count when your parents wanted someone that could continue the family legacy.I was Asian. Unfortunately, that was to be expected.Still, I at least agreed with my parents on one thing, and that was the fact that I was squandering my potential. I mean, the fac
Okay... We have to stop wasting time. We only have like, what, two months until the prospective ceasefire takes effect? We didn't have enough information about the war at the moment to really make a rough estimate. Well, a car wouldn't really help, I think, but it would make our travel time significantly shorter than just walking all the way back to the capital.If anything else, it would be a million times easier to do than connecting rails from the north all the way back to the capital."If I'm seeing this right, this... chassis would be the carriage to carry us, right?"I nodded, "Yeah. It'll be big enough to carry all of us and then some."Or at least, I hope it would. I didn't really know how powerful the engine would be until I actually have it built. The damn thing was a smaller version of the one I built in the
"Right, now for the testing phase..."With a full stomach and an apprehensive attitude, Livia and I stared at the engine in front of us as we both just stood around like fucking idiots waiting for something interesting to happen. This was the usual schtick for live testing, unfortunately. And if it did blow up, then we were the first on the scene to either be the first responders in the event of a fire or the first casualties depending on how bad the situation could get. Then again, I highly doubt that something so small could ever make this part of the cave system collapse in on itself. The locomotive engine didn't, but that massive thing didn't have runes on it to supplement its combustion.Fuck... I'm psyching myself out."It's full, Sis," Livia absently replied beside me. "I already filled it earlier before I followed you out for lunch."
Back in the old world, I've always classified failure into three distinct categories. First off was the standard fuck-ups. These were the normal mistakes any normal human being would make every once in a while, perhaps even every single day. From forgetting to set your alarm clock for the next day, or probably mistaking salt for sugar during cooking, such a level of failure was negligible in the long run so long as you didn't overblow it out of proportion like a stupid diva.Next came the colossal fuck-ups. These were mistakes that I would describe as devastating, but not disastrous enough that there was no coming back from it. Failing a major exam would probably fall into this category. Of course, the degree of severity would vary from person to person, but personally, I'd classify colossal failures to be at the same level as forgetting to properly prepare for a surgery, or maybe failing to bring your dr
Focus... I have to make this radiator work, dammit. Cuddling with Livia will have to wait until after we're done for the day... Tonight... Yeah... I'm already having daydreams about it- No! Shit! I'm procrastinating again! "Right..." Blinking away the pleasant thoughts of monopolizing my sister's time to myself, I stared blankly at the task laid out in front of me. Fabricating a radiator's gonna be tricky. The fan had to be perfectly circular and balanced so that it won't break apart as soon as it was spinning at speeds beyond a thousand RPM. Then there was the mechanism that would make it spin in the first place. Gears? Bearings? We... didn't have any sort of oil lubricant available yet, right? Yikes... I should've thought this through. Moving myself back to the drawing board, I stared at my crude sketch with
The foundry was the latest of the various nodules we managed to build into the cave system. Located a bit deeper into the cave, the foundry was our primary source of building materials in terms of metal, alongside being the one place that's capable of making steel for general usage. Of course, that meant that it was the hottest place in the entire base, which meant the necessity of removing our fur jackets as soon as we approached the familiar orange glow of the forges. "Damn... Spending too much time in the cold really makes your heat resistances disappear, huh," I chuckled as I bundled my coat and tied the sleeves around my waist. "I haven't felt this hot since the last time I've been here." My workshop had forges, of course, but being near the entrance made it rather cold despite being connected to the centralized heating system. Also, a fun fact
Fate is such a fickle, yet ridiculous concept. I feel like I've ruminated on the subject before, but it was always the circumstances that really make me try to push these thoughts out of my head. In a sense, was I fated to constantly talk about the concept of fate? Or was I merely projecting my views like a damn idiot again to merely justify my irrational stupidity? Or was it the roundabout way that fate worked which facilitated such a roundabout way of thinking in the first place? "We have a problem." Either way, fate has a hand in everything so I knew I should've expected this to happen sooner or later. My tendency to somehow be paranoid, yet be utterly complacent in the simplest of things had once again reared its ugly head. Perhaps I should start learning to make the most of my insanity, but wasn't that what I was already doing?