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gesslen · 8 months ago

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En un peculiar giro del destino, un grupo de 🏬🛜👨‍💻👩‍💻 programadores abrazaron a San Isidoro de Sevilla, el santo patrón de los programadores, mientras navegaban por el desconcertante mundo del 🔒💻👁️ código. "Cuanto más estudies estas sagradas declaraciones", declaró su 🧑‍🏫🏫❤️ mentor, "más rica será tu comprensión, como labrar la tierra para una abundante 🌾🐄🚜 cosecha". Con una mezcla de confusión y determinación, se embarcaron en un 🧔‍♀️🎭🥸 viaje cómico a través de errores y fallos, encontrando humor en su búsqueda de la codificación 🙏🏼💭🙇🏻‍♀️ iluminación. El inesperado cameo de San Isidoro en sus escapadas digitales se convirtió en fuente de diversión 🎉🏰🎭 sin fin, demostrando que la risa es la mejor herramienta de depuración 😊🔨🔧🧰, incluso en programación.

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werspinna · 1 year ago

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A hooded figure holds the laysister back via a set of lovecraftian tendrils. Various familars surrounded Wolf just in case she found a way to escape. Her captor slowly took a few steps to her, scorched hands reaching out to lift her chin up. Upon close inspection of the hero a smirk crept across his face before he revealed his face. A dead ringer for one Chris Luna, though his scalera was pitch black. "Hmm, think you can help me find Senor Luna?" [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ]

RIP OFF HIS ARM ! Leos Wolf at the back of her head screamed at her, groweled at her, commanded her. And for a second, just a second, Wolf considered it honestly like one would consider burning ones fingers on a still in the pan roasted piece of bread instead of taking the spatula to get to the food because on was too hungry. It would have been easy: Break her left elbow and shoulder that would be healing already in a day, and dislocate her right elbow and wrist to easily free herself from the tendrils and use the fact that this man had so stupidlystepped closer to touch her, not even a second later grab the hand that was holding her face and rip it off his torso along with his arm with one single tug that would not even need much strenght of her. Not much strenght at all, not much strenght in the slightest, not much strenght for her at least. The young woman did not even gave any notice to the familiars: As a child she had been hunting Wolfs and bears in the forest around cologne, and since years she had been ripping appart flesh-constructs like pieces of paper to get to their core of asgardian technology, that she did not even bothered to think for a single second that those "different constructs" could be any danger to her. But Wolf had not been Leos since he had sold her in Pisa and she had taken her chains and let them be molten end reforged in a brooch and a beltbucket, so for now she did not broke her left elbow and shoulder and she did not dislocated her left arm, but instead only smiled at the stranger even of the smile looked as sharp as a knife. Yet it was not the smile of Leos Wolf, not at all.

The flesh-conrtstruct she had been hunting down before the man had appeared lay not far away on the cobbled street,flesh from difefrent animals wriggeling like worms,trying to find places to melt togetehr in one beeing again around the asgardian technology core and one of Wolfs eight eyes kept focused on those scraps of meat that looked white and dead in the little moonlight. It was cold and every breath tasted like amouthful of wet earth.

"Even if I would know who you mean, I would not answer to somone who does not even have nice manners. For example,you have been looking at me for already two not very nice minutes and have not yet intreduced yourself to me, that is not nice, not very nice at all -" The man looked like Chris, but Wolf had eight eyes and she did not saw the wrinkles around the corners of his mouth that were laughinglines on Chris face and she did not saw the warm brown in Chris eyes that was in this mans eyes completly black and she did not saw the little amused squinting of his eyes that would appear in Chris face whenever he saw her. This person was not Chris and Wolf would therefor not treat him like the person who would welcome her with a smile and a strawberrymuffin whenever she would visit his shop: "-and I do not enjoy any time with not so nice people."