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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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_{[Alright, Sayaka, be a little more helpful than that.]}

okay, I got this: hi, welcome to the tower, the land of suck and woe and wanting to punch the administrator's faces in （*＾ワ＾*）! you got here right after a lot of chaos, so who knows if it's going to end up a really lame time to first end up in a terrible doom tower or if it's just going to be the usual casual level of terrible

you got here the way everybody else got here, but the way everybody else got here is something we only have on word of the admins, who are rotten bastards, so the short answer is heck if i know (´−｀) ﾝｰ

Wow, I'm not even going to pretend that was helpful at all.
Is it necessary to be so ambiguous?
But yeah, five seconds in I realised how shitty this place is. What just went down? It can't be a lot worse than what I was dealing with.

In that case I'll have to find out myself.

i dunno, your scale of 'worse' gets a little skewed after a while here.

what kinda specifics do you want? "floor whatever looks okay but is actually full of murderdeath?" "eat the oatmeal first or you'll get sick?" there's a lot of little stuff, but...

...

_{[She's never instituted a lock on a post before herself, but she figures it's not too hard - with a little work, she puts up a fairly basic one for this:]}

i don't really want to talk about it at all, but if you're gonna go around asking I guarantee there's at least someone who's worse off than me who you'll just make feel worse. I'm doing a favor for them.

Last month the main tower's power and food supplies were all cut until just yesterday, and a lot of people were took to these.. pod things, and put in three groups. The admins were holding this contest, to see which one could run things best.

it wasn't fun.

Basically everyone here is a lab rat, then?
How long have you been here? Surely there is a way out; there is no reason to be subjected to this.
I mean, it's ridiculous this goes on at all. This sort of madness rivals the end of humanity. Sort of, anyway.
The population here can't near as large as it was when everything started happening a couple centuries ago.
Regardless, this is ridiculous and I won't have it.
I won't mention this to the other inhabitants for their sakes, but in all seriousness I will find a way to end this.

the guy that wants everybody to be his lab rats is named Jason. he's the smarmy guy with a shaved haircut. a while ago, he did this cutesy little Q&A over here, though hell if i trust anything he said. basically, how i think it goes is there's a different dude in charge month to month, and the months he's in charge...

bleh.

..i used to have a count of the days, but i kinda lost it. i know it's been more than three months since i woke up here.

i know i'll be on board for anything you wanna try against them! made this promise to a friend of mine, see. 500 yen if I can smash in Jason's face.

He sounds like he to be brought down a peg or two. Do you know what his strengths and weaknesses are? Perhaps that can work to our advantage.
I need to gather as much information as I can find. The problem with the Q&A is that it would be foolish to discredit everything he said and even more idiotic to believe all of it.
Perhaps the truth is somewhere in the middle. If that's the case it'll be a start for planning the appropriate course of action.
While causing as much commotion as possible might seem like a good thing, it'd be better to launch a swift attack and try to bring them all down at once.

It's a deal, then. We'll take them down. Jason's face is yours.

[Bro's been awake for a few minutes by this point. The sleep paralysis had been weird, but he's had nightmares before. He's experienced that kind of shit. He's sitting on the bed hed woken up on, staring down at the letters still. His world has been destroyed? Well no fucking shit, he'd figured that was the case when he'd entered the Medium. No going back. But this was confusing. This wasn't part of the game and he knew that- or at least, he had the hunch that it wasn't part of the game. So the question was, who the hell has that kind of power?

If he said he doesn't have some annoying ominous feeling present in his stomach, he'd be lying. Slicing a meteor in half? No big deal. Being kidnapped from a game when all logic pointed to the fact he shouldn't have been able to be? That was pretty damn scary. But he wasn't going to turn into a quivering pile of goo and start shitting himself. Nope, he was going to wait it out and see what the hell was going on.

So when Dirk wakes up, he turns his attention to him, setting the letters next to him on the bed.]

About time, sleeping beauty.

_{[It isn't everyday that you're somehow forced into some non-linear place without knowing. It also isn't everyday that you turn your head to the right and find yourself staring face to face with someone who looks just like you. But older.

Wow. Okay.

Dirk's expression doesn't betray him, however. His face remains as passive as ever as he stares at Bro. Finally, he tosses the letters onto the mattress and leans against the wall.]}

If I didn't know any better I'd ask if this was a dreambubble.

If I didn't know you knew any better, I'd tell you that it ain't a fucking dreambubble. Whatever the hell that is. D'you see any fucking bubbles floating around? Dumbass.

[Yeah, he notices just how freakily similar Dirk looks to him. He's actually pretty sure that's what he looked like as a teen. But he's just going to let that roll right off his back. Because he's honestly sure he doesn't. actually want to know the answer.

Because seriously what the fuck?

It doesn't make sense. And if he thinks about it too hard, he's going to just get pissed off. Goddammit there's only one Bro Strider in the world, who is this douchebag.]

You got a name?

[Don't say Dirk Strider, don't say Dirk Strider, don't say Dirk Strider.]

Well gee, aren't you observant. You don't even know what one is, do you? Clearly you don't. If you did you'd be wishing that's what this is.

_{[There's only so many possibilities for this, and he's just hoping this guy isn't him like, twenty years in the future or something. Because seriously? Wearing a hat? Lame. Way to mess up your hair.

He gives Bro a sideways glance before responding.]}

Sure do.

I'm pretty sure I'm not fucking glad this is a bubble. It's fucked up enough without throwing kiddy shit into the mix.

[Normally, he wouldn't have cared that he was playing coy as fuck. In fact, he would've been amused and played around. But no, he's too frustrated with the situation to even bother with the ironic bullshit that would be the guessing game. So he's going to take a risk and if he's wrong, then he'll deal with that after.]

Quit being a shithead, Dirk.

If it was a dreambubble it'd mean I'd be able to wake up and go back to what I was doing.

_{[Because obviously he's not the dead one. But that'd also mean he would've had to enter the game and reach Godtier. Whatever. The idea itself is nice because he's pretty sure he doesn't want to be here.]}

Why even bother asking if you already know? Please tell me you're not from my future.

[Blah blah blah game shit blah.]

If I was from your future, don't you think I'd know what a dreambubble was? Use your head- or is all the fucking hairspray you use killing your brain cells?

_{[How dare you insult his hair.]}

Judging by your current state, I can't put early onset Alzheimer's past you, old man.

[He stares at him for a few long moments, eyes narrowed behind his shades. Oh he's pissed. But despite that, slowly a smirk creeps across his face.]

Aha. Yeah, you're totally me at fourteen.

_{[His tone is nothing short of haughty now.]}

Fifteen.

Almost sixteen.

[Like it makes much of a difference.]

Either way, you still can't pull off a hat yet.

[He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful.]

So you've pretty much just hit the height of the smuppet phase, yeah? Well guess what? Don't listen to 'em, cuz it ain't a phase.

Psshaw. A hat would ruin my perfect hair. I rise above that and wear one on my shirt.

_{[Ok, you've got his attention. ...well, as if Bro didn't have it before.]}

Who is "them"? Even if someone did criticise my tastes I couldn't give a fuck.

Oh no, I forgot how gay I sounded back then.

[He gives Dirk a shrug.]

'Them'. Society. Everybody. And I'm not saying you should give a fuck. I'm just saying, embrace the smuppets. They will make you richer than Oprah.

You're not going to start a 'it gets better' spiel are you?

Oh. Haha. Yeah, uh, "society" boils down to Lalonde and I. I can't really make a fortune off of her unless I it's pumpkins.

Someone fucked something up and won't fess, surprise surprise. Nobody knows what the deal is here beyond the fact that the spiel the admins give is a load of bullshit. It's pretty much your basic b-movie horror plot.

Although you might be pretty familiar with those already if you've got a Lalonde in your life.

It does get better, babe. I promise. I'm here for you if you ever need to talk. We can get through this together.

[He's sounding so ironically sincere right now. But then he raises his eyebrows.]

Whatcha talking about?

Dirk, you have no idea how grateful I am for that. I don't think I can get by on my own.

_{[Oh yeah, dripping with irony.]}

Rox and I are all that's left, dude. There's no one else. Human, anyway.

[Okay there are more important fish to fry than dealing with your gayness, Dirk.

If only he knew what a great pun that was.]

Okay, so in all seriousness, who's Rox? The hell's going on in the future?

Perfect. Just what I wanted to hear.
There's nothing I wanted more than to be thrown from one fucked up world to another.

Can't say she induces that kind of feeling for me. So do you know her or not?

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