05-04-2016, 04:12 PM
Typical Dave.
He was on the ball today, figuring it out right away. He had a very special guest watching his shenanigans. The whole puppet thing? A gag. His reaction? Priceless, as expected.
Now, though...now it was time to get real. Dave was ready for another encounter of the tough love kind. Beat him down, toughen him up; make him hate his life, and more specifically, his older brother...make him get strong enough to handle the chaos he threw at him constantly, to get him ready for the trials ahead of him. SBURB was not a forgiving game. And Dave's Bro had done everything he could to make sure the little guy was ready for it, in his own way.
And now here he was. A survivor of the game. Kind of. Brought here to this fucked up place where the normal rules were left by the wayside and replaced with the whimsy of someone that may or may not have been some alternate universe's First Guardian.
Lounging on a shelf of rock above the scene, the elder Strider brother peered down at the ongoing events as Dave advanced over to some group of random losers. Who even were these clowns?
""Anyone seen a douche in anime glasses holding a creepy ass puppet?"
Whoa wait hold up. Take the phone off the hook, hold onto it real tight, and listen up; that wasn't cool. Dissing Bro was one thing; dissing his shades was a most rude affront; but dissing Lil' Cal?
"Dave, you done fucked up now."
In a flash he was on his feet, hopping upright as if he'd never been sitting down. But before he could engage in bringing down the fist of Cal upon his brother's uppity smack-spewing ass, someone else rudely inserted themselves into the mix. In a rather unsettling way.
A flicker of movement was all that was there. First nothing. Then a blink, and suddenly the shades-wearing, monochrome-clad, ridiculous hat-wearing form of the elder Strider brother was there, looming large and imposing over the scene, sheathed katana resting on one shoulder, his shadow falling over the young girl making the crazy eyes at Dave. "Hey. That sure is a murderous expression you got there. And I can't help but notice you got it aimed at my bro." He lowered his beshaded gaze down to rest on Dave.
"Yo, little bro. You feelin' like a bad enough dude to have this crazy multi-way tussle? Strife while you strife?" A menacing gleam rolled along the rim of his shades, coming to a sparkling end at the very point of the right lens.
He was on the ball today, figuring it out right away. He had a very special guest watching his shenanigans. The whole puppet thing? A gag. His reaction? Priceless, as expected.
Now, though...now it was time to get real. Dave was ready for another encounter of the tough love kind. Beat him down, toughen him up; make him hate his life, and more specifically, his older brother...make him get strong enough to handle the chaos he threw at him constantly, to get him ready for the trials ahead of him. SBURB was not a forgiving game. And Dave's Bro had done everything he could to make sure the little guy was ready for it, in his own way.
And now here he was. A survivor of the game. Kind of. Brought here to this fucked up place where the normal rules were left by the wayside and replaced with the whimsy of someone that may or may not have been some alternate universe's First Guardian.
Lounging on a shelf of rock above the scene, the elder Strider brother peered down at the ongoing events as Dave advanced over to some group of random losers. Who even were these clowns?
""Anyone seen a douche in anime glasses holding a creepy ass puppet?"
Whoa wait hold up. Take the phone off the hook, hold onto it real tight, and listen up; that wasn't cool. Dissing Bro was one thing; dissing his shades was a most rude affront; but dissing Lil' Cal?
"Dave, you done fucked up now."
In a flash he was on his feet, hopping upright as if he'd never been sitting down. But before he could engage in bringing down the fist of Cal upon his brother's uppity smack-spewing ass, someone else rudely inserted themselves into the mix. In a rather unsettling way.
A flicker of movement was all that was there. First nothing. Then a blink, and suddenly the shades-wearing, monochrome-clad, ridiculous hat-wearing form of the elder Strider brother was there, looming large and imposing over the scene, sheathed katana resting on one shoulder, his shadow falling over the young girl making the crazy eyes at Dave. "Hey. That sure is a murderous expression you got there. And I can't help but notice you got it aimed at my bro." He lowered his beshaded gaze down to rest on Dave.
"Yo, little bro. You feelin' like a bad enough dude to have this crazy multi-way tussle? Strife while you strife?" A menacing gleam rolled along the rim of his shades, coming to a sparkling end at the very point of the right lens.
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