Malus Story 1. Agamennone’s Disastrous EveningIt was around 21 o'clock. Agamennone was alone in his bedroom, a room painted in blue and decorated with many cute trinkets, some comic books and video game cases and some peluches from his infancy, and was pying Formu Car Manager, a management game about racing cars, on his PC. He suddenly stood up.
'I'm getting hungry... I'll make some pasta.'
He went to the kitchen, passing through the living room, and here he took a pot, he filled it with tap water, he put it on the stove, turning it on and, finally, adding some salt to the water. He then returned in his room, continuing to py the game. Before starting, he put a timer on his phone, which was set up to ring after ten minutes. It was race day in the game, with his custom team, named Tagliafreni1Brakecutters Racing, having qualified 21st and 24th out of 26 cars, respectively with the custom drivers Gianluigi Pagliacci and Viviano Emiliani. The race objective was to arrive at least 18th with at least one of them.
'I think the objective is feasible, but quite hard to reach.'
Agamennone started the race simution. As soon as the first turn was reached, driver Pagliacci collided violently with the car in front of him, which in turn crashed in the car in front of it, sending the cars in the gravel and taking out all three cars from the race. Agamennone smmed a fist on his desk, furious.
'DRAT! IDIOT! CLOWN OF A PAGLIACCI! IT'S A CAR RACE! NOT A BUMPER CAR ATTRACTION! YOU SHOULDN'T BE LET TO EVEN WALK AROUND ANYMORE!'
Left with only a racer, who was now 22nd over 23 cars, being overtaken due to a bad start, the young man was frustrated, however, he slowly calmed down as the race progressed, with his driver currently which was overtaken again, becoming st. Agamennone was however confident that the tyre strategy he chose was effective enough to achieve the objective.
'As long as i don't burn the tire i can recover the lost terrain in the st stint with the soft tyres.'
As the simution continued, another car retired after a crash. Agamennone grinned, but his smirk wasn short lived, since Emiliani was still st and a couple of seconds behind the car in front of him. In that moment the phone rung. The timer reached the zero. Agamennone paused his game and returned in the kitchen. The pot full of water was boiling. Agamennone then searched for a pack of cellentani2A type of short pasta with a spring-like shape named after songwriter and actor Adriano Celentano, nicknamed "Il Molleggiato" (The Estic one). He took a digital scale, then he took a concave pte and put it on the scale. After pressing the button that resetted the scale, he weighted 150 grams of pasta and then he poured the pasta in the boiling water. He then left the kitchen again and returned to py the game. He forgot to set up a second timer. The race started again, without any particur event.
'I think i'm going to fail the objective.'
After the first pit stop, performed ter than the opponents, Emiliani was dead st, a whopping 13 seconds behind the car in front. However, the fresher tyres soon made possible for the driver to slowly gaining on the car in front. Soon the custom team's driver rose up to the 16th pce. Nothing changed for Agamennone until the second pit stop came, with Emiliani rejoining the race st, but only 3 seconds behind the car in front of him. The young man was satisfied with his progress, a faint smile on his face as he was sitting on his chair in a very comfortable manner. The driver racing for Agamennone's team slowly rose the ranks again, reaching the 15th pce, aided by a mechanical failure to which the leader of the race was subjected and due to which he retired from the race.
'I'm almost sorry for him, retiring after leading the race... Almost. As long as people in front of me retire i'm good with it.'
His happiness was, however, short-lived. When only three ps were left to finish the race, Emiliani was taken out of the race by a car which was pping him. Even with all the retired drivers, Emiliani ended the race 20th. The young man sat upright, putting his hands violently on the desk.
"DRAT!"
'THAT GUY SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RIDE A WHEELCHAIR! WHICH IS WHAT HE'LL BE ON FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE AS SOON AS I MEET HIM! DRAT! BETWEEN THE SPONSOR'S MONEY AND THE DAMAGES I'M GOING TO LOSE AT LEAST 10 MILLIONS!'
Agamennone stood up, leaving the game to simute the st ps of the race, and started to wander around his own house to calm himself down. While he was walking around, his phone rang. He walked fast to pick it up. On the screen there was an incoming call by 'Cop'. He raised his eyebrow, while still angry.
'Mom?'
"What do you want?!"
An annoyed voice came out from the phone
"Huh... Do you manage to get angry even when you're alone... You should py less games. Still... How are you?"
"I am."
"I'll take it as 'I'm good'. So... Is the house in order?"
"It is. There's no reason for it not to be in order. My brother isn't there."
The young man was annoyed.
"Ok... Have fun. Be responsible, and don't go to sleep too te. I know you're not up for conversations when you're angry... So i'll cut it short. Bye."
The woman's voice was calm, almost apathetic.
"Bye."
Agamennone closed the call quite fast. He then controlled his phone, noticing a couple of images sent by 'You're not a neocssical statue' just a few minutes before. He opened the messages, with a frown in his face, that soon deepened.
"That Elena. Why she continues to annoy me..."
He saw the messages, a couple of images where she posed topless, not shying in showing her ample bosom, in a friendly yet seductive way. She wore a pair of jeans and had an unlit cigarette in her hand. The young man replied:
*You're not funny, nor sexy.*
He sent the message, Receiving an almost instantaneous reply.
*Did something happen?*
The young man did the same.
*A game hates me.*
*Do something else then, just to calm yourself down.*
*I know.*
Agamennone received a winking emoticon, to which he decided not to reply anymore and decided to search on internet for something funny to distract himself with. He found a video about a review of a film.
'Good enough... I have no idea about what the film is about nor have i intention to watch it. I just hope the film is horrible so the review can be funny.'
The young man started to watch the video, ying on the bed in the process. After some time, while watching the video with a bnd interest, his eyes opened.
'DRAT!'
The boy ran towards the kitchen, where the pot was still on the stove. The water was completely gone, the pasta was charred and was stuck on the pot and the pot was white from limestone deposits due to the high amount of calcium bicarbonate3Calcium bicarbonate dissolved in the water is converted to calcium carbonate (limestone) when the water is removed. (Ca(HCO3)2 <-> CO2 + H2O + CaCO3). in the tap water. The lower part of the pot was red from the heat. Agamennone turned off the stove, and, using a couple of potholders, put the the scorching pot in the sink. The little amount of water in the sink sizzled, and so it did the water running from the tap the young man opened that fell on and in the pot.
'Farewell dinner...'
The boy was annoyed. He filled the pot with tap water and then he added some vinegar.
'I hope that it can remove some of the limestone... As for the charred pasta... I have no idea about how to remove it... I have to call my mother again...'
The young man left, dejected, the kitchen and returned to his bedroom. he sat on the bed and took the phone in his hand, scratching his chin while contempting.
'Should i call her now or should i tell her when she returns? Maybe the tter is a better idea...'
He then put the phone on the desk while he resumed pying the game that made him angry.
