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_{[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]}

...Who are you people.

Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?

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I can't say I've had such privilege in surplus.

Not everybody's as lucky as I am. Guess you've just got to do everything the hard way.

Guess so. I'd be a bit more grateful and appreciative of having other people, regardless of intellect and dumbassery if I was in your position though.

I'd rather be alone than deal with the pack of assholes I've got waiting for me at home. At least I know the conversations will be enjoyable.

Want to trade lives then? Being completely alone isn't all it's cut out to be.

I'd rather give it a spin before writing it off, personally. You ever find a way to do that and I'm all for it.

I don't think you have a clue of what you're saying. Nobody would ask for the life I've had.

Yeah, yeah, your life is suffering and mere human minds crumble at the very thought of it and all that bullshit. Don't start a bad childhood pissing contest, it just makes you look like a whiny ass.

I'm just pointing out the flaws in your assertion. Check your privilege before you complain about people and whatnot.

Did you honest to god tell me to check my privilege? Are you fucking serious? [she bursts into derisive laughter]

Wow, that really takes the cake when it comes to being a massive tool! Congrats.

Yes. At least living in a pre-apocalyptic world means that if your life is shitty or if you don't like the people you're around, you have the opportunity to change it.

Until Sburb happens; everyone's just fucked then aren't they.

Damn right. Once those meteors hit you realize that the only people still living are all the ones you can't stand.

_{[He'd probably flip if he had an idea of who she's talking about, so he's not even touching on that for the sake of propriety.]}

Gosh, that really does suck. Nevermind, it works out that the only other person on the planet is someone I care about.

[a wise move, Stridebro]

Yeah, well we can't all be so lucky. I'd offer to throw in the douchebags I got stuck with but you're not quite a big enough of an asshole for that.

I appreciate it. My sensitivities only allow me to associate with the not-douchebag types.

And you know that I'd hate for you to break out into hives and dissolve into hysterics. That'd just be too much for my poor conscience.

The reaction would be much more intense than the worse than the most horrifying peanut allergies. I would die instantly.

And wouldn't that be a tragedy. [if her voice was any drier it would land them all in the Sonora Desert]

It'd be absolutely dreadful. Promise you won't cry over me.

I can't promise anything concrete, sorry. After all, I'm an emotional person already and you're just so fucking close to me.

I know. It'll be tough, but you're a strong person. You can get past it. Soon you'll see it wasn't even much of a loss at all.

Hey, don't sell yourself short. You're one of the greatest assholes I know and nothing's ever going to change that.

Fabulous. I'd hate it if I was grouped with all the second-rate assholes.

I've got standards way too fucking high to even think about talking with two-bit losers. It's all or nothing.

If you ain't first you're last.

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