Wake up and beg for mercy.
Wake up and beg for mercy.
This is a place holder until I think of an awesome signature.
>John: WAKE UP YOU NINNY!
Cut yourself because of that dream.
Become emo.
Meta pedaaaaa!
Your pesterchum is absoluteTranquility and you tend to staple you're eyes +u+
>Wake up in a dumpster
You are now DAVE STRIDER.
===>
Oh yeah, you are in a DUMPSTER.
Go back to sleep.
Meta pedaaaaa!
Your pesterchum is absoluteTranquility and you tend to staple you're eyes +u+
>Check inventory of MOUTH-CAVITY.
Life: Cease to be wonderful. Instead, be awesome like Dave Strider is.
In my spare time I like to revive extinct animals, but then I kill them for exotic cuisine!
> Dave: Reflect upon the events which led you to this dumpster.
>John: Wake up in morgue.
>Dave: Check inventory of MOUTH-CAVITY.
You are currently eating this BURRITO. There is nothing else to say about the matter.
> Dave: Reflect upon the events which led you to this dumpster.
To be honest, you have no idea how you got here. You were just making some SICK BEATS on your computer when you wake up here. Probably some kind of bullshit test from your bro. Whatever.
> Dave: Go back to sleep.
Just take a second to get comfortable and... yeah, you're not tired. So, what now?
Hide in the trash can, the bottom.
Meta pedaaaaa!
Your pesterchum is absoluteTranquility and you tend to staple you're eyes +u+
>Dave: Go dumpster diving! See what discarded treasures you can uncover.
>Dave: Hide in the trash can, the bottom.
But there's no reason to hide.
>Dave: Go dumpster diving! See what discarded treasures you can uncover.
You find an old GUITAR!
Hopy shit! That's...that's pretty cool.
>Dave: Look around.
You are currently in an alley way behind a cheap-looking Mexican restaurant. Surprisingly, you don't seem to be in a large city, but, rather, SUBURBIA.
LET'S GET SOME SICK BEATS ALL UP IN THIS SHIT MAN!
In my spare time I like to revive extinct animals, but then I kill them for exotic cuisine!
>Dave: Smash guitar rock-star style
Even though it's only just started I like where this adventure is going.
>Dave: Enter resturant and find out how much you can eat for an old guitar.
MOVE ALONG, PEOPLE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!
Pesterchum: paperConsumer (deviceJuggler is my troll account)
Stuff:
>take the guitar, wield it as a weapon, turn and swing.
Alternatively
>look behind you
> Greet gasping fan behind you.
[21:38] <MalkyTop> I'm not good at writing bad. | [13:12] <Shellghost> I can't tell if I'm crying or if my eyes came.
She made it very clear, just by opening her mouth to speak, that she was not a mere damsel, that she was a woman. And that she was a person above all.
She was what you would draw if someone asked you to draw a lady, but her bony cold hands were an old man's. Fists that were used to clenching.
I went home immediately after talking to her, and fell asleep soon after, concluding that if we were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
He puffed once, twice, from his cigar, and fluttered its ashes over the balcony railing. Still singeing, they danced around against the nightly cityscape.
>Get another Burrito.
> Dave: Dramatically enter restaurant.
> Do something unrealistically awesome, like...do a barrel roll...
Hoshi- CAL
RUN RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN