With your trusty sword in hand, because seriously, what the fuck kind of badass would you be without some sort of masterful decapitation device or fifty up your sylladex, you descend from the heavens like unto the god that you are.
It's pretty fucking epic. There's black hellfire and rainbow lasers and even a ten minute long backing track that's almost sweet enough to hit play again when it's done. Almost.
Funky Death Planet Trimesculon IV isn't much to look at.
No, really, it isn't. It's just piles of sand and dust and shit as far as you can see, with no trees and no mountains and just weird ridges formed by the shifting dunes. You'd think that it'd be easy to find yourself in a place that doesn't give you anywhere to hide, but you're wrong.
Well, you're half wrong.
There's another Dave down there, but it's not the Dave you're looking for. This one's kind of a chump, but that's okay. He's still you. Or maybe you're still him. Either way, with an expressionless nod and a stoic, "Sup," the two of you don't need to say anything more about what's up and what's not. He jumps on your ride next to you. And then you're off, a two man tagteam of pimprighteous godhood in search of your mutually estranged brethren.
DAVE: Descend from the heavens like unto a god (FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3<TEREZI)
It's pretty fucking epic. There's black hellfire and rainbow lasers and even a ten minute long backing track that's almost sweet enough to hit play again when it's done. Almost.
Funky Death Planet Trimesculon IV isn't much to look at.
No, really, it isn't. It's just piles of sand and dust and shit as far as you can see, with no trees and no mountains and just weird ridges formed by the shifting dunes. You'd think that it'd be easy to find yourself in a place that doesn't give you anywhere to hide, but you're wrong.
Well, you're half wrong.
There's another Dave down there, but it's not the Dave you're looking for. This one's kind of a chump, but that's okay. He's still you. Or maybe you're still him. Either way, with an expressionless nod and a stoic, "Sup," the two of you don't need to say anything more about what's up and what's not. He jumps on your ride next to you. And then you're off, a two man tagteam of pimprighteous godhood in search of your mutually estranged brethren.
>Dave: Look toward the horizon.