《Vell Harlan and the Doomsday Dorms》Chapter 17: Group Chat Blues
Advertisement
vharlan03:
hey guys
quick question
Lee:
Did the Jenglot get out of its cage?
vharlan03:
no that’s still locked up
apocalypse averted and all that
i just had a question about the app
Lee:
What app?
vharlan03:
the one we’re on right now
HARL33:
lmaoooooooo
Lee:
Right.
Shoot.
vharlan03:
well, i tried to send a screenshot of a chat to an old friend of mine from high school
but instead of the chatlog
he got a baklava recipe
HARL33:
oh lucky him
could’ve been way worse.
vharlan03:
way worse how?
HARL33:
vell did u even read the user guide?
vharlan03:
what user guide?
Lee:
It’s a little question mark icon in the top right.
vharlan03:
I don’t see it
HARL33:
hmm
did u ever find that student handbook btw
vharlan03:
no
HARL33:
okay
u r possibly being haunted by a ghost who hates instruction manuals
but we’ll deal with that later
vharlan03:
cant we deal with it now?
HARL33:
no
lee explain the app thingy to him
Lee:
Very well.
As you are no doubt aware, Vell, the vast majority of commonly used chat apps are run -and monitored- by large corporations.
This created a rather unfortunate situation in which those companies would subtly rewrite their terms of service to allow them to use ideas which were discussed in their apps.
And then they would monitor the chats of Einstein-Odinson students, stealing any profitable ideas from conversations among classmates.
vharlan03:
sounds about right
HARL33:
yet another reason every mfer in silicon valley can catch these hands
Lee:
Quite.
But the problem was addressed when a student programmed their own chat app and distributed it to the students of the college.
The code is collectively run and updated by students in the programming department, so there’s no evil corporate overlords involved.
vharlan03:
Advertisement
neat
but what part of that explains why a chatlog turned into a dessert recipe
Lee:
We’re getting there.
In order to prevent other instances of chatlog hacking or any sort of internal espionage, the chat app has its own security features.
Namely, trying to send (or take) any info from the chat app causes the file in question to be replaced with a junk file from a folder of random data.
HARL33:
anybody in school can send something to the junk folder
so as u can imagine
it is often literally a junk folder
lotta penises in there
vharlan03:
oh geez
Lee:
Quite so.
Oh!
Vell, you should add something to the junk file!
It’s something of a rite of passage around here.
HARL33:
just PLZ dont add a picture of ur dick.
and like
thats me saying that
vharlan03:
weirdly enough i wasnt planning on taking a pic of my junk
HARL33:
good
im sure u have a very nice penis but plz keep it to urself until the time is right
Lee:
I am begging you to stop talking about penises.
HARL33:
okay lesbian
vell
what ARE u gonna add tho
vharlan03:
idk ill think about it
HARL33:
would it help if we explained what we added first
vharlan03:
it usually does
Lee:
Learning from example is one of the best ways, after all.
I simply submitted the text of my favorite poem.
“Learning the Name” by Ursula K Le Guin.
HARL33:
now see this is why i don’t like doing the comparison thing sometimes
cuz you go and talk about your poetry
all fancy and refined
and then i gotta tell vell that i put in a picture of my dog’s butt
and i feel silly
Lee:
The world needs sophisticated art and crude comedy in equal measure.
Advertisement
Besides, your dog is a corgi.
Everyone loves corgi butts.
vharlan03:
you’ve had a corgi this whole time!?
HARL33:
hold ur horses vell its my fams dog
hes not on campus
vharlan03:
aww
HARL33:
ill send you some pics
but for now
what you gonna add to the junk folder
vharlan03:
idk
i think my mom still has some of my like, fingerpainting stuff from grade school?
maybe something like that
HARL33:
aww that sounds cute!
ill trade you corgi pics for pics of your fingerpainting
vharlan03:
deal
Lee:
I have neither corgi’s nor art to trade but I would like to see both of those, please.
HARL33:
of course!!!!
anyway now i gotta text my parents for corgi pics
ttyl
Lee:
Tell your mother I said hello.
HARL33:
will do!!!!!!!!
do u wanna say hi to my mom too vell
vharlan03:
does your mom even know who i am?
HARL33:
ofc! i tell my parents all about you guys
do you not tell ur mom about us?
vharlan03:
sometimes
im still figuring out how to separate the whole time loop apocalypse stuff from our like, daily hang out stuff
HARL33:
lmao right
ull get there
Lee:
for reference, I have told my parents nothing about you, Vell.
vharlan03:
that’s probably for the best.
Lee:
Unfortunately.
Advertisement
- In Serial53 Chapters
Long War
Christopher Hall's life was utterly uneventful - until one day he suddenly found himself in the far future. One in which Mankind spread among the stars... and is fighting a centuries long war against its own nature.Now something claiming to be an angel has given him a mission. If he fails, disaster will befall Mankind. If he succeeds, he can get his old life back. Unfortunately, telling Christopher what exactly he is supposed to do wasn't a part of the plan. Join him as he figures out figure out how to survive in a universe where Mankind branched out into dozens of religions, ideologies and biologies, all at war with each other. Universe as familiar as it is foreign - and as dangerous as it is vast. [Updated every friday/saturday, depending on circumstances]
8 217 - In Serial63 Chapters
Suddenly, a succubus
The protagonist is a personality like an iceberg: introspective, asocial and completely uninterested in the world and its people beyond necessity. Approaching ships beware! A succubus, on the other hand, lives for desire and interaction, playing mortal hearts like a fiddle. These clearly mix like oil and water, so what do you get when you combine them? This is a story of that kind of emulsion. *** Completed with 62 chapters + epilogue (total of 111k words). *** This novel is bit of an experiment for me. I haven't written fiction before, for one. I also chose a character context that I normally wouldn't, and let the characters drive the story, especially in the beginning. Overall the main focus will be the main character's own story rather than the events of the world. The setting itself uses many familiar fantasy elements, though I plan to add my own twists. Note that I'm not really planning to write any steamy scenes, despite the said character context being literal demons of lust and all. There are of course jokes and scenes that skirt around the subject, but this is not a romance story of any kind. So, is it a mess? Probably. But I hope it's an entertaining one at that.
8 134 - In Serial24 Chapters
Welcome to the Party
To some people the idea of leading a party of beautiful women on adventures is a dream come true. To Philip Thomas, the idea is terrifying, and it's not the threats he's afraid of. A lifelong hermit, Phil would much rather stay home and play video games. A fateful encounter one night ruins his plans, however, and now he has to learn how to live and work with three beautiful women that he unintentionally freed from a hellish situation. He is forced to become their party leader in a modern day adventurer's guild, and the socially inept Phil will have to find it in himself to become the man they expect him to be. Welcome to the party, Phil. Story contains adult language, harem elements, light sexual content, and characters willing to use their abilities to take advantage of the opposite sex.
8 187 - In Serial15 Chapters
Web of Isolation
Dane Kain: he was, on the whole, very uninvolved with life. He never had any particularly lingering attachments to life and tended to let himself be carried away by the flow of things, a fact that would become very important after his sudden death when he awoke as something completely alien. Using some half remembered fun facts from his passing obsessions in life as well as a penchant for making things work that simply shouldn't, hopefully Dane will stand a chance as the creation he has now become.
8 195 - In Serial50 Chapters
Reigner’s Reincarnation
How would I describe my life so far? Born on Earth and grew up to become a salaryman. Working a dead-end job as a helpdesk service rep. The good news? I was run over while taking a shortcut home. Not really. I mean, I died but my life was not over. Or my life was over, but now I have another life. Anyway, I woke from darkness and found myself in a new world. Classes, levels, and magic, is real here… Only I can’t use it... at all. Magic has no impact on me. It all just looks like a bunch of visual effects through my eyes. Everyone else is having fun playing with mana while I’m stuck poking things with a stick. The world constantly rubs it in my face, showing off its magic. People around me are always flying, summoning creatures, or casting massive displays of magical fire, ice, and other elements. Honestly if you can’t tell, it was starting to get to me. This is my story of gaining access to mana, learning new spells, and exploring a magical world.
8 151 - In Serial6 Chapters
Conjoined Little Dreamers
A book full of dreams from conjoined mixels. It's easy to understand what the dreams of ordinary, separate mixels would look like, but have we ever imagined what the dreams of conjoined mixels would look like? WARNING: Most of these stories do not make any sense at all. Be aware of any and all randomness.
8 82

