05-30-2018, 03:53 PM
An eternity passed as Dave seemed to lose track of where he was. Eventually, he found himself lying in the fountain, unsure of what was happening around him. So many faces passed by, a blur along time, so quickly.
Finally feeling the splashing of the water that had long ago enveloped his entire body, Dave sat up suddenly, gasping for air. It took a moment of him heavily breathing to realize he wasn’t drowning in the first place, or maybe just didn't need air.
“What the fuck.”
PBBBLLT
The puppet ass on his wrist was shitting away underwater. Apparently, people were trying to get a hold of him for a while, but everything just seemed, distant. He quickly scanned the dataverse. Two years. What the fuck indeed. It was a lot to take in, and apparently, there was even more to come. Dave processed it all pretty quickly. He needed to get in on some action and make sure he wasn’t constantly getting left out in the dust. Maybe the Blades were still together, if not, he would find something else to do.
With his soaked pajamas, Dave stepped out of the fountain, standing awkwardly as he allowed the water to drip off of him. There was no sun here, no heat to dry him off. He instead just stood there, uncaring of what anything or anyone thought of him while he looked through the data on his glasses.
Dante’s Abyss.
The death tournament that was well-known verse-wide.
Sure why not.
Dave felt a little dead than usual, which made sense being that he seemed to have just come back from yet another death. It was all numbing, really, he just wanted to have something to do, yet every time he tries he just finds himself here. It was like a curse.
“Are you interested in signing up for the tournament of a lifetime!? Right over here you’ll find the papers to sign your life away and become either the champion of the abyss or maybe just a few minutes of brutal entertainment!”
Dave had been so focused on reorienting himself he didn’t even see the booth on the other side of the fountain. There were a few others that had gathered around, passersby and travelers but none seemed to have the key quality needed to sign up for it.
“Sorry, ma’am primes only. We cannot condone the murder of secondaries in this lease.”
“The event will be starting soon you will have to wait to see it on the broadcast.”
“No, we do not take bribes.”
“Yo.”
“Sir, please wait in line before you attempt to sign up, and allow me to remind you that-”
“Yeah, I get it, I’m prime so let me scribble on your clipboards already. Been a while since I had fun in art class.”
“Oh, yes sir, I did not realize. Here sign all of these papers here and then we will direct you to our teleporter to be sent to the facility.” The man handed him a large stack of forms. A few seconds later Dave handed them back, a large red signature spread across the whole of them when fanned out the right way.
“That’s not how you… well, this will work, please step over here.” They directed him inside the booth to a platform full of wires and metal, coaxing him inside.
“Cool. Lemme know when it’s ready.”
“Now.”
“Shit.”
ZZZZZZZZMMMMMM
Finally feeling the splashing of the water that had long ago enveloped his entire body, Dave sat up suddenly, gasping for air. It took a moment of him heavily breathing to realize he wasn’t drowning in the first place, or maybe just didn't need air.
“What the fuck.”
PBBBLLT
The puppet ass on his wrist was shitting away underwater. Apparently, people were trying to get a hold of him for a while, but everything just seemed, distant. He quickly scanned the dataverse. Two years. What the fuck indeed. It was a lot to take in, and apparently, there was even more to come. Dave processed it all pretty quickly. He needed to get in on some action and make sure he wasn’t constantly getting left out in the dust. Maybe the Blades were still together, if not, he would find something else to do.
With his soaked pajamas, Dave stepped out of the fountain, standing awkwardly as he allowed the water to drip off of him. There was no sun here, no heat to dry him off. He instead just stood there, uncaring of what anything or anyone thought of him while he looked through the data on his glasses.
Dante’s Abyss.
The death tournament that was well-known verse-wide.
Sure why not.
Dave felt a little dead than usual, which made sense being that he seemed to have just come back from yet another death. It was all numbing, really, he just wanted to have something to do, yet every time he tries he just finds himself here. It was like a curse.
“Are you interested in signing up for the tournament of a lifetime!? Right over here you’ll find the papers to sign your life away and become either the champion of the abyss or maybe just a few minutes of brutal entertainment!”
Dave had been so focused on reorienting himself he didn’t even see the booth on the other side of the fountain. There were a few others that had gathered around, passersby and travelers but none seemed to have the key quality needed to sign up for it.
“Sorry, ma’am primes only. We cannot condone the murder of secondaries in this lease.”
“The event will be starting soon you will have to wait to see it on the broadcast.”
“No, we do not take bribes.”
“Yo.”
“Sir, please wait in line before you attempt to sign up, and allow me to remind you that-”
“Yeah, I get it, I’m prime so let me scribble on your clipboards already. Been a while since I had fun in art class.”
“Oh, yes sir, I did not realize. Here sign all of these papers here and then we will direct you to our teleporter to be sent to the facility.” The man handed him a large stack of forms. A few seconds later Dave handed them back, a large red signature spread across the whole of them when fanned out the right way.
“That’s not how you… well, this will work, please step over here.” They directed him inside the booth to a platform full of wires and metal, coaxing him inside.
“Cool. Lemme know when it’s ready.”
“Now.”
“Shit.”
ZZZZZZZZMMMMMM
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