Dave is plenty used to strange shit by now. But in finally having beaten all the final bosses and all that other endgame shit, he'd kinda thought he was gonna get a break from all that. Instead, he stepped through a door not into the lush world they'd just finished terraforming, but into a vaguely sci-fi/Western train car traveling through a barren as hell wasteland. And he's dressed like a cowboy. Again, what the fuck.
Conveniently, there's some pre-installed knowledge at the back of his head about the general scenario and the ultimate goal here. Bandits, train robbery, hostages in the next car over, etc. Nothing too new and exciting, except for the fact that it'd been dumped in his lap right when he thought he was done with all this nonsense.
Whatever, now is not the time for questions and rebellion against the situation. Game-breaking is more Rose's deal. anyway. For now, he's down with jumping right into things.
"Well, shit. Welcome to alt-universe space Texas, I guess. Home of the free, land of really fucking cliched spagehetti Western scenarios." It's hard to say if he's actually addressing whoever happens to be nearby or if he's just talking to himself, especially half-mumbled as it all is. "The hover train's a decent attempt at originality, at least. Solid C+ for effort. Do a bit of extra credit and you might bump that shit up to a B, kiddo."
While he rambles on, Dave at least manages to multitask a little, leaning out an open window to examine the train setup. And it is certainly bright as sin out here, shit. At least whatever bullshit mechanism is at play here let him keep his shades. He might have had a bone to pick with the universe, otherwise.
"Alright then, let's fuckin' go." Oh. Well, now he definitely seems to be talking to whoever's unlucky enough to be stuck with him. "Time's a wasting, for whatever time is actually worth in this particular instance of paradox space bullshit."
Dave Strider | Homestuck
Well. What the fuck.
Dave is plenty used to strange shit by now. But in finally having beaten all the final bosses and all that other endgame shit, he'd kinda thought he was gonna get a break from all that. Instead, he stepped through a door not into the lush world they'd just finished terraforming, but into a vaguely sci-fi/Western train car traveling through a barren as hell wasteland. And he's dressed like a cowboy. Again, what the fuck.
Conveniently, there's some pre-installed knowledge at the back of his head about the general scenario and the ultimate goal here. Bandits, train robbery, hostages in the next car over, etc. Nothing too new and exciting, except for the fact that it'd been dumped in his lap right when he thought he was done with all this nonsense.
Whatever, now is not the time for questions and rebellion against the situation. Game-breaking is more Rose's deal. anyway. For now, he's down with jumping right into things.
"Well, shit. Welcome to alt-universe space Texas, I guess. Home of the free, land of really fucking cliched spagehetti Western scenarios." It's hard to say if he's actually addressing whoever happens to be nearby or if he's just talking to himself, especially half-mumbled as it all is. "The hover train's a decent attempt at originality, at least. Solid C+ for effort. Do a bit of extra credit and you might bump that shit up to a B, kiddo."
While he rambles on, Dave at least manages to multitask a little, leaning out an open window to examine the train setup. And it is certainly bright as sin out here, shit. At least whatever bullshit mechanism is at play here let him keep his shades. He might have had a bone to pick with the universe, otherwise.
"Alright then, let's fuckin' go." Oh. Well, now he definitely seems to be talking to whoever's unlucky enough to be stuck with him. "Time's a wasting, for whatever time is actually worth in this particular instance of paradox space bullshit."