The World's Stuck With You: She tried to kill me with a forklift!

[linkzeldi]

->Be Tavros Nitram


He is a bit preoccupied at the moment. Ever since he woke up in this strange place, these strange frog creatures have been swarming him. Which is odd in numerous ways, but he will manage it. People like him with COOL ROBOTIC LEGS that inspire a certain CONFIDENCE never let the small things bug them. But, he is not entirely sure his legs are all that cool. He lost a lot of his confidence after, you know, the thing. Waking up again though, he found somebody to stick around and tell him that kind of stuff. You know, that his legs are cool, and that his Mohawk does not make him look like a dork in any way, and even if he did, he could always claim to be doing it ironically. That person has made all the difference. It was a really good thing that Tavros formed the pact with such a brotherly and supportive figure. He finally has somebody to believe in him, in a non-twisted blackrom kind of way.
But, Tavros is clearly not passed out in the middle of the street at the moment, so being him will be a little difficult.

->Be Nepeta

You are Nepeta, and you were just blown sky high in a NOISEY explosion. Wind rushing all around you, and the city unfolding beneath you, you close your eyes as you plummett. Partially out of nervousness, and partially because of how dizzying the view is. Normally, somebody in your circumstance would be flailing and screaming their metaphorical head off, but that kind of fear seems out of place within you now. You think this may be because you already know the fear of inevitable doom, and have experienced it one too many times to be shocked by this fall. This is also because you have a moirail whom is well versed in the ways of STRONG, and is more than likely at this moment preparing some kind of overwrought manuever to catch you. Or at least, you hope this is the case, because you have already died once and have no wish to do it a second time.

->Be Equius Zahakk

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D--> Nepeta
D--> Nepeta
D-->Hold on

You are Equius Zahakk, but you have no wish to be yourself at the moment. That kitty just found herself thrown off of a dangerously tall building, and is now falling from a dangerously tall height. And you think, no you are quite sure that even your STRONGEST jump will not reach her in time. This lack of confidence in yourself is surprising, scary even, you did not think the price of admission would be this high. Still, you are STRONG, there must be something to be done. Something. Anything. Don't just stand there on the rooftop gaping. You reach out for your meowrail's hand in the empty air in front of you, and stare blankly at the city landscape below. She must have fallen by now. There is no hope, and nothing to be done. A worthless blooded individual such as yourself was wrong to think you could protect her. But. . .
That is curious.
Despite the fact that a flat minute of fall time has already passed since the time Nepeta was blown away, there is no imprint of her landing. No olive blood to mark her untimely demise. Something stirs in your two valved blood pumping muscle, the stirrings of hope, you would call them if you were AN ARTIST instead of a simple PURVEYOR of art.

But, where did Nepeta go?

->Enough dallying around, show us the Corpsified Dunderhead
Fine, alright, you have your way. Though I do not believe she would appreci8te being referred to in such a demeaning manner. Of course, she needs to w8ke up in the first place before she can even hear your poison tongued words. When she agreed to play this game, and keep in mind the term 'agreed' applies loosely here, she lost a lot of the minor details of her character. She lost herself in a sense, and unlike all the others who entered the game, she woke up alone and stranded in a flood of people who could not see her. For the one lost and abandoned in the street, no memory of how they had gotten their, or who they even were, and hearing a cacophonous nightmare of the thoughts of passerbies who did not even seem to notice their existence, was none other than. . . Well. Just input that command once more to find out.

->W8ke Up

You are most definitely awake now, but the faintest clue of who you are and how you have gotten yourself into this predicament still alludes you.

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I'm Aw8ke.
What.
Wh8t the H8ll.

->8e Vriska Serket


You are Vriska Serket, at least, that is what it says on the conveniantly located placronym. You have woken up on the street, and it seems to the rest of the world you do not exist. People are stepping over your now awake self, carrying about their daily lives as if you never existed. And then there is the voices. The constant chattering at the back of your skull which you are quite sure are not your own thoughts. The only clue you have to what you were doing before waking up in the middle of this busy intersection is the headphones you have in hand, a pair of old and probably out of style phones that seemed to belong to somebody important at one time or another. Or at least, that is the vibe they give you. They are not good for anything besides giving vibes though, because you have no music on you at the moment. Your pockets are quite empty, except for the strangely marked pin you seem to be carrying. You want to get up and move around, but without your glasses, its difficult to see much of anything. Something in your core screams at you to take full advantage of the situation, to come out on top despite the odds, but, that urge seems to be repressed under a block of amnesia. So really, you are not sure what to do. You only hope the headache will go away sooner rather than later.

What is it you want to do now?

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So, I was jamming over this idea of a main character, and I came to this conclusion. The way the story sits in my head right now, is the first week will be a standard session of the reaper's game, only with dead homestuck characters as players due to crossover shenanigans. However, considering the method in which a dead person must enter the game, I thought that would bring about some interesting character stuff. Also taking in all the suggestions for a main character, there were too many good ideas, so I settled for a compromise. As author I now declare there to be three main characters, Vriska, Equius, and Tavros, and their partners make up the main cast. The rest, and the villians will be revealed soonish. Until then, give a command to either Tavros, Vriska or Equius and the story will take it from their. However, the update with Tav and Dirk is not quite finished yet due to time constraints and my own failure at drawing sprites, so they will get more screen time regardless next update.

Thanks to you guys, and Thanks for my friend Kurohei for the Much needed emergency Background Touchup. I'm still getting used to this whole, drawing with colors and backgrounds thing, so don't bag on my art too much.

[HeroicLemon]

-> Equius: Fix typo in your last name by revealing your properly-spelled placronym with the name "EQUIUS ZAHHAK" embroidered on it.

Bitches love placronyms.

[HEROLogan]

>Those people DARE to ignore YOU? The sheer NERVE of it! MAKE THEM PAY!

[P_equals_NP]

Realize you are an amputee at the knees.

Viewers: Acknowledge the irony.

[Naristar]

Equis strong Jump off the building!!
Tavros stomp on the frong things
Vriska get out of the bloody street you wriggler

[forkinyoureye]

>Vriska: Sit there and be utterly fucking useless.

[Wessolf27]

Vriska: look around, doesn't seem like you're in a familiar place in anywhere.

[cryptidWrangler]

>Get up and attempt to attract attention by Causing A Scene.

[CalvinStrider]

>Find Player Pin.
>Add to your syllad-Pins.
>Flip in air.
>Have it land in your mouth and accidentally swallow it.
>Damn. You're screwed. Well, it's not like you wanted to read people's minds anyways.

[forkinyoureye]

>Find Player Pin.
>Add to your syllad-Pins.
>Flip in air.
>Have it land in your mouth and accidentally swallow it.
>Damn. You're screwed. Well, it's not like you wanted to read people's minds anyways.

I second this as an extension of my suggestion.

[youdont12know]

>Get up and attempt to attract attention by Causing A Scene.

Scream H8!

[lolitasAmbrosia]

I want to complain as to why someone who died in space would wake up in Shibuya, Tokyo when the Earth was already destroyed by meteors.
Also, Vriska: Allocate pin strife specibus

[linkzeldi]

->Tavros: Stomp on Frog Things



You tell yourself its not a real animal, only a construct created by those nasty people who dragged you into this game in the first place. Normally that would not nearly be enough to convince you to harm another living creature, but admittedly recent events have changed your overall view of life. That, and your new bro is watching you, you want to show him your not the type of person who would cower in a corner and run away when there is adventure to be had, and enemies to be defeated. Of course, that is the person you are, but he doesn't need to know that. Oh he's talking to you now. Better clean the wax out of your ears and listen up, there is some ironically brotherly wisdom about to be dispensed.

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uHHH,,,, wAS THAT ALL OF THEM,
bECAUSE UHHH,,,, iF THERE'S MORE THEN THAT WILL BE A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT WE HAVE FACED ALREADY,
In that case, you better be ready to put on your jester hat and tights, because this place is about to get ridiculous.
tHAT UHHH,,,, wHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
I was simply implying through use of clever wordplay that we are about to face more frogs.
tHEN YOU WEREN'T SUGGESTING t PUT ON MY TIGHTS?
You have tights?
uHHHH,,, kIND OF. i DON'T REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT,
That's cool, we won't have time to talk for long soon anyway, the next round is about to start.
rIGHT,,,, tHEN THAT WEIRD DIMMENSIONY THINGY HAPPENS AND THOSE FROGS COME AT US AND TRY TO,,, uH,,, hURT US i GUESS,
That is the basic idea, and for the sake of furthering the ironic exposition, I am going to state this even though we are both aware of this. These frogs have been attacking us non-stop since the two of us woke up in this city. They seem to be especially attracted to you, dear Tavros.
uHHH,,, yEAH WE WERE BOTH AWARE THAT WAS HAPPENING, REPEATING IT WAS KIND OF UNNECESSARY,
Yes, and acknowledging that fact made my statement ironic, Lil Bro.
dIRK?
Yes, Tavros?
wHAT IS HAVING A REAL BROTHER LIKE?
I know, when you look at a cool bro like me, you cannot help but think of me as having an actual blood brother to take care of, sort of an ultimate expression of the art of bro-ness.
yEAH,,, i ASSUMED SOMETHING LIKE THAT,,,,, lIKE,,, bASED ON FIRST APPEARANCES AND STUFF,
Unfortunately that is not the case, back in the real world I have always been an only child. I might carry the swagger of a bro, but I have none of the substance. I suppose I cannot answer your question, or even bring myself to call you Bro, Tavros,
nO,,,,, iTS OKAY, i LIKE BEING CALLED BRO, eVEN IF IT MEANS BEING YOUR BRO MEANS FIGHTING A BUNCH OF SCARY MONSTER FROGS,
Not to interrupt the moment, but more of those aforementioned monster frogs are making their way towards us.
iTS,,, uHHH,,, tIME TO KICK BUTT THEN?
Please Tavros, you cannot begin a fight with such a half hearted line.
wELLL THEN,,,, uHH, wHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?
Croak, Croak, Motherfuckers.
tHAT WAS COOL,
I know.

->Vriska: Look around, it doesn’t seem like your in a familiar place anywhere.

You would much rather be making those pathetic wrigglers pay for ignoring you, but you lack the resources to do so. That, and you are not sure at all where you are anymore, ur who you are for that matter. A name and a few personality traits, the lust to win, the will to cheat, a love of 8s, and a pushy attitude when dealing with others are all you can remember about yourself, and that is not much. No memories, no inflection, and no perspective on how you have gotten yourself into this mess. Well, there are a few theories rolling around in that head of yours, but most of them involve people you no longer have any recollection of being in CAHOOOOOOOOTS against you. Whatever that is supposed to mean.
None of these developments seem to bug you too much, something inside of you is continually telling you how much of a winner you are. That winners never let themselves be bogged down by life’s problems. And that even if you do not feel like it right now, there was always a way to make things better. This is your self-confidence you suppose, but it seems difficult for you to have self-confidence with no recollection of who yourself really was.

Regardless, there is some looking around to do. Something in your gut tells you that you have woken up in the middle of Shibuya, Japan. The place you are standing currently is known as the scramble crossing. It sits right in front of the 314 tower, a large monument to the night life and shopping culture this city is famous for. This also appears to be a human city, judging from the number of pale creatures that pass by. It is a little uncomfortable to be in a crowded place, yet without a single familiar gray skinned, horned troll in sight. But something inside of you is happy to be surrounded by all of these pale and pathetic humans. Almost as if a little part of you wanted to live this way before you had lost your memory. Now, you are ignoring that part to look at the big picture. Your trapped on an alien world, all alone, and you still do not remember the smallest detail. You need a plan. Which should not be a problem, considering how good you think you might be, or have been, at them.

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Moar Equius next update, I promise. Which is coming very soon, considering I have half the images for it drawn out already. Basically, the view of the situation is going to be split like this for the first day, and then once the three teams are established, the focus will jump around between the three. That is how I have it planned anyway. We'll see how things work out with the commands and all.

[Pandasiah]

Punch at random pedestrian!!!!!!!!

[HeroicLemon]

> Tavros: Privately mourn the loss of your froggy friend while Dirk isn't looking.

[Wessolf27]

>Vriska: Enter a random store, be mistaken for a cosplayer

[linkzeldi]

->Add the Pin in your hand to Your Sylla-pins

The interesting little pin you found when waking up does not seem to hide the insignia of whoever was in cahoots against you. However, you do notice on the back side there is a particularly nasty looking scar, as if it had been bent badly at one point then never quite fixed right. It is all black, except for the skull-looking design on the front, and you figure that some emo kid who stepped over you while passing through the Scramble Crossing must have dropped it on top of you during your nap. That sounds logical right, you hope so.

You attempt to captchalogue the pin, but captchalouging no longer functions the way you remember it. Until another person exposits on how to add things to your inventory, you suppose you will have to make due with carrying around your things by hand. Which is not so bad, considering the only two things on you are the aforementioned pin and these old headphones, though neither of them seem pretty useful at the moment. However, considering you only have two hands with which to carry things, you attempt to move the headphones elsewhere. This time instead of captchalouging, the headphones are added to your extra threads, which is where your glasses seem to be as well. You will probably have to put those on eventually if you want to see.


->Flip the Pin


You start to feel something familiar about this scarred pin, but whatever it is, it does not seem to be a pleasant memory. Instead of digging deeper into your own foggy recollections, you decide to pass the time by flipping the coin like some prohibition era human hooligan.


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That was kind of embarrassing. Perhaps this invisible to everybody else thing has its advantages. If you were not busy plotting the downfall of all those who had ignored you, you might find a more creative use of your predicament. That conniving kind of personality seems to fit you well. Before you can dwell much on that thought, you are interrupted by a loud rash beeping coming from your inventory. By instinct, you switch out the pin you had just dropped, for whatever was making all that noise in your inventory. It was a cellphone. Actually, it is called an iTroll, the latest in alternian communication technology, with all sorts of grub add-ons to fit the needs of a planet completely dominated by its youth. However, it receives and sends messages the same way a cellphone would, so you’re not too particular on the details. You immediately thumb your way to the messages and check for who has been trolling you. Which is a bit difficult considering you have not the faintest clue who any of these names on your contact list is. The one trolling you at the moment however, is the most unrecognizable. He is not even using trollian, but some kind of human chat program named ‘groovian’, a name which is totally lame to you. Still, you better see what he wants. Especially if he is one of the ones in cahoooooooots against you.

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catsCherry began grooving with arachnidsGrip
AG: Are you the one in cahoooooooots against me, 8ecause if you are, do not expect me to take anything lying down.
CC: Vriska, really again with the dragging out the o’s in cahoots thing, I thought you had gotten over that.
AG: Your lecturing of me is only proving your guilt.
CC: Uh, I’m not sure how that works, but okay. I think I started a little too early with this, maybe I should go a few days ahead in the timeline.
AG: Wait. Timeline, that sounds familiar. I demand you inform me of this situation immediately.
CC: Right, I probably should, but.
AG: But?
CC: I kind of want to watch you struggle on your own the first few days, you know the same way I did.
AG: Know, I do not know. I have no idea who you are, or how you have my name, or even why I should be gracing you with my precious time.
CC: Man, do I know that feeling. But I really think you should listen to be Vris, this may be our first conversation from your perspective, but we talk a lot more in the future, and clash heads a lot more as well.
AG: Do we now? I must say, this conversation is just as 8ooooooooring as I expected it to be.
CC: Again with the eights thing. Well whatever, you’ll come around eventually. Just forgive me for our first few conversations from my perspective, I was a little too stressed out back then, trying to be a proper leader and all.
AG: W8. Even that part sounds familiar.
AG: Are.
AG: Are you a troll like me?
CC: Sorry, unfortunately I’m human.
AG: Then, I really am alone.
CC: No, no, there are plenty of other trolls in the game this time around. But uh, a few of them might not take well to you at first sight, so watch out for that.
AG: Please, even if they instantly feel the need to attack me at first sight, they’ll just want to get along with me out of the instinctual need for a troll to submit to their superiors.
CC: Good to see you’re uh, confident at least. I’m going to talk to you again in a few days, though really it’s only a few seconds from my perspective.
AG: W8, you’re leaving without explaining anything, that’s bad form.
CC: What do you mean?
AG: Well if you’re watching over my timeline like I think you are, that means you must want to interfere with my story and be a direct hand in my rise to power. If you space out your conversations so leniently you’ll never have full control of the situation.
CC: You seem to know a lot about this.
AG: Of course, I am the best when it comes to these things. I’m sure about it.
CC: I still have to go, but one last thing, watch out for the frogs
AG: W8, you are not going to tell me anything else about this. . . this whatever it is?
CC: Bye, Vriska.
AG: Hmmmmmmmmph.
catsCherry ceased grooving with arachnidsGrip.

Well, that conversation was boring and stupid. But during it, you figured out one thing. The moment you swallowed the pin, all the whispering disappeared from the back of your skull. You are positive that pin was allowing you to read the minds of others, and you are positive that power will help you in your quest to make whoever did this to you pay.
Unfortunately, you are still in the middle of scramble crossing lost beyond all belief, and trying to decipher what this cat-person meant by requesting you to be on the lookout for amphibians. What to do now?


->Enter a random store, be mistaken for a cosplayer

Tired of being in the streets, you wander into a nearby store. It's a music place called Groove Thang, filled with tons of old shitty records, and painted the ugliest shade of purple you have ever seen. Your about to leave, but something catches your attention immediately. That stoner looking fellow at the register, he has horns like you. They're poking out of his hat like he just shoved the thing on without thinking. As you sit there staring at him, he initiates a conversation. Apparently HE can see you, but nobody else in the world can.

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YOU ONE OF THOSE ANIMU DOUCHEBAGS MOTHERFUCKER.
because then i would have to inform you that we only sell older music here.
SO NONE OF THAT JPOP SHIT YOU LICK UP LIKE YOUR FUCKING DOGS.
Gr8, the fiiiiiiiirst person I talk to, and he is insane.
your not nice words wound me chica.
IN FACT I WOULD HAVE TO SAY IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING CHALLENGE.
First, don't ever try challenging me, you'll lose, that is just an inevitability, and second what would compel a fair and rational minded individual such as yourself to 8elieve I was some 'Anime' loving freak.
8y the way I was being sarcastic a8out the fair and rational part.
your dressing like some alien from another planet in the middle of japan, what else was i supposed to expect?
AND I COULD MOTHERFUCKING TELL, JACKASS.
W8, you think this is a costume?
yes.
FUCK YES.
You doooooooo realize that take off that hat and we look identical, because we are 8oth from the same species, of trolls, not human kids dressed up like aliens, 8ut trolls.
You understand that right.
i don't know what the motherfuck you are talking about chica.
BUT WOULD YOU TAKE OFF THAT GRAY MAKEUP ALREADY, IT LOOKS STUPID ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE.
All of the H8, all of it right now.

Well, this conversation seems to be heading nowhere, let's switch back to the others shall we.

->Equius: STRONG Jump

Oh, you are on it. This leaping tall buildings in a single bound thing is chump change for a STRONG and strapping young troll such as yourself. You only hope your jumping in the correct direction in which Nepeta was blown, its hard to tell with all this noise breaking your concentration. . All at once, you throw your doubts aside and jump, attempting the most daring strongcatch in the history of strongcatches. Time to forget about blood and act as a proper moirail for once.

->STRONGland

You clear this building and the noise surrounding you easily, but as you STRONGplummet, you have a hard time finding where your moirail has fallen since the explosion. You reason that she must not have fallen by this point, and hold your STRONG gray arms out to catch her. At least, you figure that is the best solution, if she has yet to fall, then where could she have gone?

This is perplexing, try being somebody else.

->Tavros: Privately mourn the loss of your froggy friend while Dirk isn't looking.

What? A bro such as yourself has no need to keep his emotions private from his fellow bro. But, uh, you are a little sad. Who are you kidding, that frog had hopes and dreams, and you crushed it like a monster. This tears you apart inside a little, and you don't want your bro to look down on you for it. The fight is over though, and both of you are too busy striking ironically cool poses to be sharing feelings with one another. Dirk will understand if you keep this one little thing from him, your sure of it. Maybe you should tell him.

RINGRINGRINGRINGRING

Whew that was a close call, good thing both of your cellphones decided to go off at once. Now you’ve got a text message. Better check it, unless you want to have those nasty winged meanies sick some more frogs on you.


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First thanks for all the commands so far and keep them coming, this project going so smoothly wasn't what I imagined at all, and I'd like to thank all you guys reading for helping me out. Keep giving commands, because the Game is just starting.
Second, Sober Gamzee being in the store was something I came up with in Math Class, and threw in there because why the hell not. He'll probably be important later on. Probably.
Third, Thanks to the Artists who helped me out on this one. The coinflip animation was done by my good friend Kurohei, and the lineart for Dirk and Tavros's pose was done by my other good friend Elijah.

[P_equals_NP]

set your phone to vibrate i mean geez or at least for txt msgs.

also i guess check your text message. it's probably from one of your many "ho"s who are always all over you. haha yeah that's it

[Pandasiah]

tavros: break down with guilt and cry in fetal position

[Naristar]

Vriska get a mirror and show thie jugglo What he looks like!!

[Wessolf27]

Tavros, Dirk: Get Mission Mail

[Stapledlimbs]

>Nepeta: land already!
Oh, wait. That's right. YOU HAVEN'T READ PROBLEM SLEUTH YET! So you wouldn't appreciate that reference.
You should totally read it.
In the mean time, make Gamzee important or something.

[linkzeldi]

->Get a mirror and show the Juggalo what he looks like

Yes, what a brilliant plan you have come up with all on your own, and not on the suggestion of the voices within your head. Those quieted down awhile ago after your tomfoolery with the pin. Though, despite the ingenious nature of the concoction currently brewing within your skull, you seem to have forgotten a small but nonetheless important detail. You lack anything on your person but an old pair of headphones, and a swallowed pin. Well, a pair of glasses is hiding somewhere in your not-sylladex, but you cannot be bothered to experiment with digging them out right now. After all, what kind of moron spends the first day of their story screwing around with their inventory the entire time.

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Clown8oy, hey clown8oy.
I HAVE A FUCKING NAME IF YOU WOULD MOTHERFUCKING PLEASE.
not that you have to bother yourself little girl with learning all them details.
Weeeeeeeell, I do care, but only a little bit.
THAT IS MOTHERFUCKING SWEET OF YOU.
no really, it is, i want you to know that i appreciate you taking the time to care, almost a little miracle right there.
EVEN IF YOU ARE JUST LOITERING AROUND MY SHOP LIKE A USELESS MOTHERFUCKER.
8efore I decide to just leave and take my chances outside again, could you at least tell me your name. Not for sentimental reasons, as you seem to have guessed. I simply need to know all of the information possible.
ALL OF IT?
What?
you seem like you want to say something like that.
That seems a little over the top, I don't really remember doing anything like. . . . . . . . that.
Hmmmmmmmm
WAIT DID YOU NOT WANT TO KNOW MOTHERFUCKER.
or are you simply too like working your thinkpan all out to answer.
What are you raving about now????????
MY NAME.
Oh, well go ahead and tell me if you want. Its your own fault for 8eating around the 8ush, you 8ush 8eater.
its gamzee, makara gamzee.
Uh, Serket, Vriska Serket.
NICE TO MOTHERFUCKING MEET YOU.
I h8 to say this, 8ut the feeling is almost mutual.
oh, is this the budding of that troll emotion called friendship?
Not really, it's mostly8ecause you are the first person to acknowledge my existence today.
ITS PROBABLY BECAUSE OF THE STUPID ASS COSPLAY HORNS YOU ARE WEARING, MOTHERFUCKING TACKY THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE.
FOR THE 8TH TIME, YOU AND I ARE 8OTH THE SAME SPECIES, WE 8OTH HAVE HORNS!!!!!!!!
i have no idea what your blabbing on about chica.
Miiiiiiiirror, I need a mirror before I go insane and kill this idiot.
WELL THAT IS NOT NICE MOTHERFUCKER.
Who cares if its nice, nice is me putting up with your raving for the vast majority of this convers8tion, and now I am going to prove to you how exactly I am right, and you are wrong.
i'm just trying to figure out the situation chica, no need to be so unhappy.
FUCK, I DON'T CARE WHOSE RIGHT OR WRONG, JUST QUIT BEING AN EYESORE IN MY STORE WITH YOUR MOTHERFUCKING COSPLAY.
8ut I digress, can you help me find a mirror?
have you checked your swag?
My swag?
YES, YOUR SWAG DUMBASS.
its where you carry items that are not pins. its like an inventory but without any kind of clever storage system or fetch modum.
Well that sounds 8oring, 8ut I am a little too desperate to shut you up right now to care a8out the little details.

You fish the plot revelant mirror out of your swag, though you are unsure how exactly it had gotten there in the first place. You also discover that you can put things in and out of the swag with a bit of a mental prompt, but there is also a function on your iTroll that makes organizing items in there much simpler. There are displays for both your swag, your pins and your threads. Though you are not exactly sure what the latter two are even for. Currently, the only thing that was present in your swag was the mirror, and now with that in your hands there are five empty spaces where there used to be four. You would investigate the other two categories of storage, but you are too busy proving this juggalo wrong to pay attention to them.

You hold the mirror in front of his face, and, wow that was disappointing. Before he can so much as catch a glimpse of himself, the mirror splits in two. This was kind of embarrasing, now that you think of it. Perhaps you have better places to be.

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What? F8ck! Mirror. How?
MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES MAN.
How did I just knoooooooow you were going to say that.
stick around, and i'll explain the miracles to you, as a sign of our new formed bond over witnessing the will of the mirthful messiahs.
OR JUST FUCKING LEAVE NOW, I DON'T CARE WHICH REALLY. YOUR AN EYESORE MOTHERFUCKER.

Vriska, the choice is yours, Stay or Go Elsehwere?

->Dirk and Tavros: Check the Reaper Mail

The two of you, unlike some dunderhead who woke up passed out in the street, or a kitten who happens to be perilessly falling at the moment, woke up in this game knowing exactly what you were getting into. Even if you are constantly being harassed by a near endless supply of noise, both you and your bro know the rules of this game better than any other player, and know to check your texts the moment your cellphone rings. This gives you a slight advantage in the field of play, as well as placing the burden of ironically performed exposition on the shoulder of you and your bro. A daunting task, but Dirk has the utmost confidence in your ability. Something you yourself had never had, even with a pair of cool robot legs to boost yourself up, or an imaginary representation of your. Well. Let's not talk about him too much. Your pretty sure you never want to hear the name 'Rufio' uttered by anybody ever again. Whatever that kind of confidence was, it's not you anymore. Your not the type to roll up in the fetal position and cry out of the shame of taking another's life, even though the offer is really really tempting at the moment.

But you digress, back to the task at hand. This is most likely the calling card to start the first mission on the first day. The reaper's, while meanie faces who like to sick frogs and other poor innocent animals on you and your bro, are at least courteous enough to inform you once the game of death has begun.

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"Reach the oracle, you have 60 Minutes. Fail and face erasure,"-The Reapers
"OH ALSO, PICK ME UP SOME COFFEE FUCKASSES, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THIRSTY I GET HAVING TO SIT BY THIS GATE AND DO NOTHING ELSE BUT WAIT FOR SOME DUMBASS PLAYERS TO SHOW UP, AND FAIL AT THEIR MERE EXISTENCE.

Well, apparently you have two missions now. Though the latter sounds more like a trolling to get you riled up than an actual order. You turn your head to the bro who just read the exact same order, and start yourself another brotherly conversation.

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Tav?
uHHH,,,,wHAT IS IT DIRK?
Erasure sounds painful.
iT PROBABLY IS,
Your not too particularly scared of dying in this literal game of life and death.
a LITTLE i GUESS,,,,,,bUT NOTHING FOR YOU TO FRET ABOUT DIRK,
wHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THOUGH?
Honestly, I get the vibe from somewhere that my little bro is totally afraid of the fact that one day he too will have to take his turn and leave the freestyle stage known as life. I just do not want him to be scared when he does, fear is the enemy of a good bro.
uHHH,,,, tHAT IS SUPER COOL AND INSIGHTFUL BUT,,,,, i DON'T THINK i AM THAT SCARED OF DEATH ANYMORE.
Really, so the brotherly vibe I get is not coming from you?
dON'T GET ME WRONG, eRASURE SOUNDS PAINFUL AND SCARY AND i DON'T, uHHHH KNOW WHAT ELSE, bUT i THINK DYING ONCE TAUGHT ME SOMETHING,
What exactly was that?
dON'T KNOW,,,,,uHHHH,,,, eXACTLY, bUT i'LL DEFINITELY TELL YOU ONCE i'VE FIGURED IT OUT, bECAUSE UHHHH,,, THAT'S WHAT BROS DO,
Yes Tavros, you have just hit the metaphorical head on the nail. Yet, I am afraid we are veering off topic, would you care to enlighten me on any ideas of yours surrounding the current mission.
wELL,,, tHE PHRASE ORACLE SOUNDS A LITTLE TOO FAMILIAR.
Wait, you cannot explain it right now, that will ruin all the suspense.
wHAT,,,, wHAT DO i DO THEN?
Just put off the explanation until the last moment possible, it increases the dramatic tension.
iSN'T THAT ONE OF THE DUMB THINGS THAT PEOPLE DO IN MOVIES THAT YOU LIKE COMPLAINING ABOUT,
Well yes, but if I acknowledge this fact beforehand and go about it anyway, I am doing so ironically.
uHHH,,,, rIGHT DIRK.

>Nepeta: Land Already

You are Nepeta and. . .
Not yet, this is just, too much for you. The dashing knight has in the nic of time, caught you from your falling stupor and now holds you in his arms. If you were the type of person who would put actual effort into keeping track of romantic endeavors, perahps in the form of a shipping wall, this would be an especially telling moment to you. But you are not. Not any longer at least. For some reason, you have lost all of your previous understanding of the heart. As a result, the only thing you can do at this exact moment is to stare confusedly at your would be savior, and fail to suppress your case of the vapors.

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:33> how purrfectly conveniant for you to catch me right now as I was falling
:33> *Says the great cat as she looks up at her new savior trying to suppress the olive blush spreading across her cheeks*
Sup.
who are you again
:33> *The cat stares at her newfound furriend with a mix of a confusion and disappointment trying to remember the red coolkid's name, her eyes glance over him eyeing him in the way only a hunter could*
whatever the fuck that means.
wait. . . kat. . .
you know karkat and TZ and all those other trolls
figures you insane freaks would end up here
:33>*The cats ears perk up at the mention of her purrecious leader karkitty, and bashfully she meows a quiet yes,*
:33>Yes.
yeah. . .whatever it is your doing . . .can you cut it out for a second
i need you to form a pact with me. . . these noise are getting antsier and antsier and my cellphone won't shut up i think the game is starting soon and i don't want to end up like alternate dave
:33>purrhaps you might enlighten me on the fate of alternate dave.
tried sticking it out alone
died about seven minutes into the first day. . .had to send a note back in time so he was not stupid enough to try that again
:33>awe, what a sad story.
well that's life for you
the point is I need a gog damn partner and I just rescued you from falling to your death. . . so the rules of chivalry and other knightly shit say you owe me
:33> as purrfect as I think we are together I already made a pact with my meowrail who is probably staring at the sky waiting furr me to land.
horse guy right? had this thing where he was constantly reaching for towels. . . yeah i don't get what you see in him.
:33>silly meowrailship is not like that.
yeah. . . i fucking know trolls and your messed up quadrants. i'll just drop you off quick so i can get back to searching the playing field for a partner
:33> you can come with us
what????
:33> well there's no rules against three pawesome friends working together are there? and equius is so strong he'll protect us both from all the nasty noise which could come our way
umm. . . i'll think about it. . . maybe i should go back to looking for my bro though he's probably worried about me or something. . . and mad i took his stupid rocket skateboard thing. . . maybe after im done we can do that. . . like . . .three person party thing
:33> purr-fect.

Unfortanately, the knight who has relived this game on his own about seven or eight times, is aware of the various philosophical ins and outs of how the reaper's game functions. Its remarkable how many dead Daves had to stuck up before he had begun to learn his lesson. Partnership would not work out for him because right before his death, he had lost trust in somebody close, and the strongest force in this game was trust. Without it, he was basically doomed to get served like a dude on butler island. And he did, the first five attempts at the game, but each time he could repair his own path with a little fiddling of his time power. He was not sure how long he could keep doing this, before his erasure became permanent, and that concern is starting to wear on him. This time, he's reluctant to pick a partner, and even more so to try out things alone. Maybe, maybe this whole three man team could work out. He had yet to get a present from the future telling him this was a bad idea, and those typically came the moment one of his not-so-brilliant plans popped into his head. Well, it would not necessarily be a three man team, more like a man, a cat, and a horse obsessed, l00d freak. Gee, and he thought he had escaped that after finally getting away from his brother's numerous ironic obsessions. Urgh, irony, how he loathed that word.

What? Why isn't the persepective just switching to Dave, not used to the normal style of narration are we.
Just consider it this way.
If we were to look into the mind of Dave, you would also be seeing into the various failed iterations of this game that he has been a part of.
And contained within them are a myriad of casual spoilers.
So for now, you will have to settle with being one of the three perspective characters.
Or all of them if you wish, the choice is yours.
And I only intend to compose the best of melodies for you.
For I consider myself to be a delightful host
Humm hmm humm hmm humm
HEE HEE HEE HOO HOO HOO

[HeroicLemon]

-> Nepeta: Reveal yourself to be Doc Scratch.

[Wessolf27]

> Dirk or Tav: Be accosted by the reaper review guy.