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[givesyouaboner]

_{[If anyone hasn't seen Dirk for a while, it's because he hasn't been here. But he's back now, oblivious to what's been happening in the tower for the past month. The more pressing issue for him at the moment is processing what he's experienced in that wasteland.]}

I refuse to believe that was my home world.

_{[And that's just all he has to say on the matter. What's probably most disconcerting is at this moment, as much as he hates this place, he's glad to be back here. At least here, he's not alone.]}

Comments

[givesyouaboner]

My bad! How could I have ever mistaken you for that, really.

Yeah, seriously. I would hate for you to have to succumb to that for my benefit.

[restitchtime]

Guess that trip to the illusion wasteland fucked with your head more than you thought it did. I should be the last person on earth you ever turn to for sympathy.

The day I do that is the day I lose all self-respect and go throw myself into one of the monster floors.

[givesyouaboner]

Clearly. I must have tripped face first into a boulder. I think I have brain damage.

Oh dear. That certainly wouldn't be advantageous of you at all.

[restitchtime]

Pretty sure you had that before you left. All you probably did was make it even worse.

Considering this place and its infinite respawn horseshit it might actually be a pretty fucking great way to teach myself a lesson.

[givesyouaboner]

I'll just have to accept there's no hope for me. My poor disadvantaged brain cells.

Are you waiting for my permission to say have at it or something?

[restitchtime]

Hey, at least you have some. There's a huge mass of poor fucks in this tower who're running on muscle memory and nothing else.

Nah, just weighing my options. Not sure if a trip down morality lane is a good enough reason to spoil my pristine death record.