The stuff that legends are made of

Our central character had two huge deadlines approaching him like monstrous, fire breathing chimeras on the vast plains of Nederlands. With no hideout in sight, he bravely faced the minatory possibility of a premature end on the face, his arsenal being two planate arrows (days) that had been deemed fit for his arduous task by the diabolic authorities of the land.

So caught in this life-threatening predicament, what exactly did he do, I hear you ask. Well, he opened an image editing program and worked up an attitude wallpaper, spending the lone couple of resources he had in searching images, changing fonts, trying colors and drawing paths until he had the perfect symbol of his mindset adorning his monitor.

And the story goes that even if he met his destined end, he became a legend of the land, for he dared question the purpose of who he was and what he did. He went to the heavens, they say, after gifting his lacerated remains to the vultures and the creation to his blog followers.

They call him the I-CAN’T-WORK-UNDER-PRESSURE-MAN.