[Accidental Audio][Forward-dated to the 29th/post-event]

[brotimaeus]

[[ooc: Because things are fucked up enough for him without his little bro being a sword]]

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[He's not running, but his footsteps are quick, breathing heavy and not panicked, not panicked, because Bro Strider doesn't panic, not even when he wakes up in a hospital bed with the last memories he has still fresh in his mind being told by someone who sounds too calm that he's fictional. Or was.

Under his breath, he's talking to himself.]

Okay, okay, just. Calm down. Take it easy, Bro. This ain't the most fucked up thing you ever got yourself into, just.. Okay. Priorities. One. Find out where the fuck I am and what the hell is really goin' on here 'cause I ain't down with all this 'you ain't real' bullshit.

Two. Two.. find a fuckin' bar.

[His footsteps pause, then resume. The audio cuts off.]

Comments

[fuckincakewake]

timewimey bulshti
ecto shenanigans
not my bb
so ur like big dirk an hes little dirk
oooooooooooomg def what were callign this now

[brotimaeus]

you can call me big dirk all you like sweetcheeks.
i reckon you might just be a bit too jailbait for this strider though.
maybe look me up in a couple of years and well talk.

[fuckincakewake]

ohhh tahts how u wanan play it
cause im gonan be 16 soon

[brotimaeus]

really.
well aint that interesting.

[fuckincakewake]

im fulla interestng factoids
for exsample
cats dont like pumpskin pie
ur turn

[brotimaeus]

what.
you sure know how to sneak these things up on a guy dont you.
ok.
did you know.
there are no clocks in las vegas casinos.

[fuckincakewake]

whats las vegas

[brotimaeus]

wow seriously.
were you living in the middle of the ocean or something.

[fuckincakewake]

yeah
prety much

[brotimaeus]

wait what.
youre serious.