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Character: Dirk "Bro" Strider
Fandom: ~~Brostuck-~~ I mean Homestuck
Player Name: Meowzy

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[There comes a time in every person’s life where they have to sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened. Bro has reached that moment. He would sit down, where it not for the fact that he just awoke lying on his back. No choice but to sit up, then. Not the same dramatic effect, but it’ll do. So he sits right in the middle of the Plaza, crossing his legs in a sort of lotus position.

Everything's a bit of a muddled mess. The kind of haze matched by a hangover, minus the throbbing headache and queasiness. There is a questionable taste in Bro’s mouth, but he’ll attribute that one to thirst. He hasn’t had a decent drink since he entered the Medium. He’d been doing pretty damn well for himself in there. He’d been up against the final goddamn boss, that douche known as Jack Noir. Lil Cal had been there, Dave had been there (sort of) and they were beating the shit out of that motherfucker, Strider style. Things were as sweet as could be. Except for that moment where Jack had gotten one more power-up and somewhere in the fray, Bro had lost his grip on his sword. That one’d cost him dearly.

Fade to fucking black, and suddenly he awoke here. No Lil Cal, no Davesprite, nothing.

His hand strays to his chest, as he distinctly remembers getting impaled, but there’s nothing there. Just his usual badass abs. In one fluid sweep, he removes his baseball cap so he can run a hand through his moist hair. Did he have an extra life? No, that’s not how the ‘game’ works, he’s pretty sure.

He lost. He went up against the big bad and he lost. His mouth opens to utter a single word.]

Fuck.

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She was pretty reluctant about it at first, but yes, even Lalonde. I wouldn't play without her, honestly.

[Believing in your companions is a pretty important trait for the four heroes, he supposes, but that's not entirely for Bro. Maybe if he'd stuck with the other guardians inside the Medium, Jack wouldn't have gotten the jump on him, but here he is. When it comes to things like this, his other self's got the upper hand.]

Yeah? That's the spirit. Make sure you guys end this thing, aight? Wouldn't want a universe reset for nothing.

[It might help that Dirk's got a different kind of connection with Roxy than Bro does with Mom. Being the last two humans on earth sure forges some very strong bonds.]

I wouldn't say it's just us. Reliable sources have claimed that we're getting some help from other universes.

[Yeahhh, finding out some chick you've never met before is the mom of your meteor clone kids was a pretty big shocker for Bro. She's a classy lady when she puts the effort in and he appreciates her (hopefully) ironic love for wizards, but actually being a happy family is too much for him.

Awkward relations with Lalonde are not what's important right now, though. Bro's eyebrows contract into a frown at Dirk's remark.]

Universes? As in... More than just the other that exists?

Yes. A different universe for each new game session, in fact. There are at least four that I know of.

[Now he's picturing a universe in which he's Rose's grandpa or some shit like that.]

Any of them get stuck in this place?

Yeah. Their universe is weird as shit, though, they're from a planet called Alternia and they're trolls, not humans.

'The hell? You mean like little green men guarding musty old bridges? Those kind of trolls?

More like internet trolls, except with gray skin and horns. You'll see a shitton of them around, Vatheon really likes bringing them here.

Trolls who are trolls. Right. Gotcha. [And just when he thought his life was already filled with crazy shit...]

Somethin' tells me it's pretty damn difficult to get bored around here.

[There is never enough crazy shit in the life of any Homestuck.]

Between this shit and the curses, yeah, it's damn difficult.