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| [ John stammered back. An almost lightness to his step. The flick reaper armor was much too big for him and he looked displaced and awkward in it. He was trying to sort things out. John moved in animated and almost cartoon like motions as he paced (he wished he could float) nervously. His steps a little too wide, his arms swinging a little too widely. Think John, think. ]
[ He does a quart turn. A fist turned side wards slammed into an open palm when he figures it out. ]
I'm in the wrong video game!
[ BRB FREAKING OUT. ] | |
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| [ So a quarter is stuck into the slot and the game is reset. That much is a given. But the game itself..
.. well, it took a turn for the strange. For one, it wasn't just him roaming through the lands filled with monsters. It's bustling with people; NPCs, Dave imagines. He'd walk around aimlessly for a good hour to catch his bearings, completely oblivious to the weird looks he gets along the way. It takes a while, but he finally realizes his clothes are.. different. Fuck the pajamas, the Game Masters said. You're going to wear something straight out of Sailor fucking Moon.
After a few good minutes of losing his shit with everyone bearing witness, he realizes that he can pull this off with the finesse only befitting of a Strider. ]
Now if only I figure out how to exchange this oversized wand.
[ This is when someone other than a NPC should look at him weird and decide to tell him he's stuck with the stave. ] | |
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