Hunter and the Perfectly Poppins, Righteous, Slammin’, Totally Sick iD Tech Computer Camp
I walked in the door and knew I had landed in a perfectly poppins, righteous, slammin’, iD Tech computer camp.
The hardware was totally sick; Apples, laps and hard-core IBM’s float’en on the table, pumped with maximum RAM.
My peeps were in there banging keyboards and surfing software in the stratosphere.
I was stoked!
“Wassup?” I tossed out for grabs.
“’Sup?!” most replied, none looked up.
This an’t no Office software class – No Sir! That’s for old people. This is Video Gaming 101, FPS Game Design and 3D Modeling and Animation all the way y’all.
My backup, Marco, in the corner. He called me over. “Dude! This is slammin’. I’ pumping a mod to Minecraft that is way out there; shape shiften’ crazy stuff. Those Mojang dudes seriously rocked it with this game. I wanna be a Mod Master.”
“Werd Dude!” I threw at him across the room.
I planted myself in front of the screen and got to programmin’ in Autodesk Maya. This an’t no IRIX my friend, these images were fierce. When I hit teens I am hefting it to Pixar or Disney.
I was up for three full weeks of popp’en programs with my possie.
This was a perfectly poppins, righteous, slammin’, iD Tech computer camp.
“My bust!” Marco hollered out when Minecraft crashed yet once again. “Too many mods at once will crash your system Marco” the instructor, Stark, announced. “Most mods need a mod loader that can really handle only three mods at one time, otherwise the program is laggy and eventually crashes out.”
“You got that!” Marco replied, in a lower voice he whispered to me, “Dude! Wouldn’t it be awesome if this creeper popped out AI and wigged-out on Stark?
“Na, Stark’s wysiwyg,” I tossed back.
“I heard that Marco!” Stark threw out. “No sass my friend, just gas your fingers and get to building.”
This was a perfectly poppins, righteous, slammin’, ID Tech computer camp.