The results turned out even better than expected. Maybe, just maybe, if he pressed the transmit button on the right frequency, the speakers would click. In his fury, saw a Yaesu handheld radio sitting on his desk. An EMP was the only way to find any amount of peace in his life, and the electronics in his own apartment would be sacrificed for the greater good. In a hangover-induced rage that began with thumping bass at 7AM on a Sunday, tore through his box of electronic scrap for every capacitor and inductor in his collection. This happened every day until found a solution (Patreon, but only people who have adblock disabled may complain). The people next to ’s third apartment liked music, usually with a lot of bass, and frequently at seven in the morning. His second apartment was a town house, which had a TV mounted on the opposite wall blaring American Idol with someone singing along very loudly. His first apartment had upstairs neighbors who were apparently a dance troupe specializing in tap. It seems has particularly bad luck with neighbors.
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