Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you are quite perplexed.
You are ALONE in your apartment, with nothing much to do; your friends are not online, you have already composed enough sweet raps for the day, and you do not feel hungry. Yet.
You decide to train a bit on the roof, but only spend fifteen minutes there before you deem it completely USELESS because you have nobody to fight with. You will have to ask BRO to spar when he is back.
That didn't really do much for your boredom.
==> Dave: peer into rooftop closet.
You usually don't snoop around, because snooping is NOT COOL, but with no real option left, you decide that what the hell, being curious never really killed any cat whatsoever.
You expect to reveal a shitty broomstick closet, but once the door is open, you find, crammed into the small space, a lot of JUNK and weird ELECTRONICAL ASSEMBLEMENTS that you have never seen before.
Bro probably shoves all the stuff he can't fit at home up in there for safe keeping, but judging by the layers of dust on it, you guess he never bothers to come back.
==> Make a double pirouette and jump into the metal junk
No, you won't do that, because it would be far too noisy. You do however decide that double pirouettes would be something IRONIC enough if done at the right moment.
You put that thought aside for later, and dive into the closet like a rapper into a CD store. Most of the stuff in there is a collection of CLEARLY IRONIC junk, OLD TAPES filled with Bro's old remixes, and stuff you remember playing with when you were a little child.
Then you find yourself right in front of a familiar face.
You drag the PILE OF METAL out of the closet, and observe it in silence. It's old and covered with dirt and dust, but you would recognise it anywhere -it's an old robot Bro had around when you were little.
You don't remember much of it, except that it was ESPECIALLY BAD at composing raps, but you do feel an UNIRONIC FONDNESS for that piece of crap.
In fact, you still have a poster of him and ANOTHER UNIDENTIFIABLE ROBOT in your bedroom that you ostentatiously assure is for ironic purposes only.
==> Dave: Reminisce about the past
The robot actually helped you become the ace of rap you are today. You admit he is cool enough to deserve a fistbump.
==>
Out of a sudden impulse dictated by EXTREME BOREDOM and definitely not by NOSTALGIA about the past, you grab the remote control of the robot and turn it on.
You are not surprised to see it click and whirr alive right in front of your eyes. This might be a horrible rapper, but Bro would never own something that lacks quality and sturdness.
Everything in your house could resist the apocalypse. Which it already has, but you do not think about that.
==> Dave: return to your room with sweet loot
While you descend the stairs the robot is silent, probably trying to activate all those old circuits, but once you step into your room, it suddenly whirrs into action, bursting into sound.
==> Dave: Engage conversation with Newly Awakened Robot
NEW Bro<3Dave Game (Fill: Team Dave<3Karkat)
You are ALONE in your apartment, with nothing much to do; your friends are not online, you have already composed enough sweet raps for the day, and you do not feel hungry. Yet.
You decide to train a bit on the roof, but only spend fifteen minutes there before you deem it completely USELESS because you have nobody to fight with. You will have to ask BRO to spar when he is back.
That didn't really do much for your boredom.
==> Dave: peer into rooftop closet.
You usually don't snoop around, because snooping is NOT COOL, but with no real option left, you decide that what the hell, being curious never really killed any cat whatsoever.
You expect to reveal a shitty broomstick closet, but once the door is open, you find, crammed into the small space, a lot of JUNK and weird ELECTRONICAL ASSEMBLEMENTS that you have never seen before.
Bro probably shoves all the stuff he can't fit at home up in there for safe keeping, but judging by the layers of dust on it, you guess he never bothers to come back.
==> Make a double pirouette and jump into the metal junk
No, you won't do that, because it would be far too noisy. You do however decide that double pirouettes would be something IRONIC enough if done at the right moment.
You put that thought aside for later, and dive into the closet like a rapper into a CD store. Most of the stuff in there is a collection of CLEARLY IRONIC junk, OLD TAPES filled with Bro's old remixes, and stuff you remember playing with when you were a little child.
Then you find yourself right in front of a familiar face.
You drag the PILE OF METAL out of the closet, and observe it in silence. It's old and covered with dirt and dust, but you would recognise it anywhere -it's an old robot Bro had around when you were little.
You don't remember much of it, except that it was ESPECIALLY BAD at composing raps, but you do feel an UNIRONIC FONDNESS for that piece of crap.
In fact, you still have a poster of him and ANOTHER UNIDENTIFIABLE ROBOT in your bedroom that you ostentatiously assure is for ironic purposes only.
==> Dave: Reminisce about the past
The robot actually helped you become the ace of rap you are today. You admit he is cool enough to deserve a fistbump.
==>
Out of a sudden impulse dictated by EXTREME BOREDOM and definitely not by NOSTALGIA about the past, you grab the remote control of the robot and turn it on.
You are not surprised to see it click and whirr alive right in front of your eyes. This might be a horrible rapper, but Bro would never own something that lacks quality and sturdness.
Everything in your house could resist the apocalypse. Which it already has, but you do not think about that.
==> Dave: return to your room with sweet loot
While you descend the stairs the robot is silent, probably trying to activate all those old circuits, but once you step into your room, it suddenly whirrs into action, bursting into sound.
==> Dave: Engage conversation with Newly Awakened Robot