[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

[riseup]

ok, just checking.
sorry.

[brotimaeus]

were you going somewhere with that.

[riseup]

not really.
i just wanted to know.
it would be pretty weird if you were coming in pre-sburb, but weirder things have happened.

[brotimaeus]

weird.
yeah thatd be a word for it.
not every day you find out you aint real.
but how many people here really believe that shit.

[riseup]

i can tell you how many people actually believe it.
zero.
probably less than zero.