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you know
if she were my REAL mom
i bet she wouldnt have kicked me out of the house with just one lunchbox for a THREE DAY FUCKIN SLOG
i mean what the fuck!
she didnt even present me with a lovingly handstitched sweater with which to brave the elements out here which i might add are somewhat less than ideal at the moment
i mean jesus
the shirt she packed me doesnt even have sleeves??
how much transdimensional video game relocation bullshit does a guy have to go through to get some partway decent parental supervision going on
youd think a franchise literally designed for four year olds would be more kid friendly
come on wheres the endless supply of crustless pb and js that oughta be in my inventory
where are my hard earned vanilla dunkaroos
even my little psychic helmet guy knows this is prime horseshit i can tell by the faint look of pity and abject confusion on the visible sliver of his face every time he looks at me
right little buddy
yeah he gets it
do i look like a young man with the know how to forage for edibles in the eight bit rainforest
of course not
[This is text. He doesn't look like anything, except red. Red and text. A lot of both.]
if you threw an apple at my face right now i probably wouldnt even recognize the fresh produce
thats how long ive been cooling my heels in fakey realchemized space ration hell
do they have apples here even
omfg if i literally bled for this shit and even the weird nintendo wet dream nerd bubble lacks the means to provide me a consolatory glass of aj for the travesty thats been my life im gonna
well im gonna just shut up and deal with it like i have for the past three years i guess
but youll all know im not happy about the situation
anyway
hey
a/s/l?
if she were my REAL mom
i bet she wouldnt have kicked me out of the house with just one lunchbox for a THREE DAY FUCKIN SLOG
i mean what the fuck!
she didnt even present me with a lovingly handstitched sweater with which to brave the elements out here which i might add are somewhat less than ideal at the moment
i mean jesus
the shirt she packed me doesnt even have sleeves??
how much transdimensional video game relocation bullshit does a guy have to go through to get some partway decent parental supervision going on
youd think a franchise literally designed for four year olds would be more kid friendly
come on wheres the endless supply of crustless pb and js that oughta be in my inventory
where are my hard earned vanilla dunkaroos
even my little psychic helmet guy knows this is prime horseshit i can tell by the faint look of pity and abject confusion on the visible sliver of his face every time he looks at me
right little buddy
yeah he gets it
do i look like a young man with the know how to forage for edibles in the eight bit rainforest
of course not
[This is text. He doesn't look like anything, except red. Red and text. A lot of both.]
if you threw an apple at my face right now i probably wouldnt even recognize the fresh produce
thats how long ive been cooling my heels in fakey realchemized space ration hell
do they have apples here even
omfg if i literally bled for this shit and even the weird nintendo wet dream nerd bubble lacks the means to provide me a consolatory glass of aj for the travesty thats been my life im gonna
well im gonna just shut up and deal with it like i have for the past three years i guess
but youll all know im not happy about the situation
anyway
hey
a/s/l?
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[He warned you, bro.]
For the last three years, I'd been traveling through the Furthest Ring, which is a slice of outer space in the Incipisphere in which time and space are fucked up to all hell. On top of that, it was also full of the dream bubbles, which are sort of little sections of limbo for dead and dreaming players that're made up of their memories, mostly, but if you've got more than two kids in one place? That shit starts to blend, so you never really know where you are or what you're experiencing.
But it didn't really matter, we were always just passing through, and there were so many damn alien ghosts I just sort of gave up trying to remember any of their names and figured they did the same about me.
[Audio]
[What the hell is your life even?]
[Audio]
Naw, prose is my sister's thing. I'd've gone into movies, maybe. Or paleontology. Or whichever branch of science lets me look at awesome dead things all day.
[Audio]
From what I hear, the fossils here don't always stay dead, so that might be rather difficult.
[Audio]
What--wait, like, when you say that, do you mean Jurassic Park-style resurrecting life from the rocks or straight-up living skeletons and shells and shit walking around?
[Audio]
Can't say I understand the reference, but I do recall reading something about an outbreak of prehistoric Pokemon.
[Along with some of Team Rocket's other exploits, but he's reasonably certain there's things about that one in any sort of library in the other cities.]
[Audio]
[Please tell Dave he can have a skeleton dinosaur.]
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[At the moment he has no particular feelings on most Pokemon outside of some wordier version of "please, learn to suck less."]
[Audio]
[Dave sounds genuinely pleased.]
Anything I should keep a lookout for in return for you? I'm still way at the beginning, but I don't mind keeping these handsome peepers peeled.
[Audio]
I appreciate the offer. Should I come across something I can't obtain on my own, I'll be sure to keep you in mind.