Welcome to the residence and misadventures of VD, Psyk, and Khal. Read the intro post before making a proper drop-off. PFP is drawn by lavenderhorror-endie72! This blog touches upon very serious and mature topics.
A strangely familiar pale-skinned man wakes up from a deep slumber with a violent shock, sitting upright and momentarily hyperventilating as his eyes frantically dart around the room. He quickly calms down from the nightmarish surprise, wiping the cold sweat from his brow with his hairy forearm. He adjusts his dark sunglasses and throws off the Krotchy-patterned blanket draped over the patterned couch. He looks down and lets out a sigh of irritated disgust, noticing that the front of his red-violet boxer briefs is stained with fresh urine and has a foul odor. Pushing that aside for the time being, he settles into his seat, grabs a half-empty beer can, and gulps down the lukewarm liquid. He slams it back down on the wooden coffee table, letting out a loud burp as he lightly shakes his head.
"Man, an awesome dream? Yeah, fucking right..." he grumbles, a scoffing chuckle escaping him along with a fleeting smirk that's both cocky and sarcastic.
An American Pit Bull Terrier wearing a dark red collar with a circular silver tag is passed out next to the couch, curled up in a ball with a bone hanging from his mouth and excessively drooling. The ginger man happily smiles at the sight of the sleeping canine and considers giving him a brief head scratch but decides not to disturb him. Finally looking up and running his fingers through his slicked-back hair, he recoils and gasps in surprise, scowling with wrathful paranoia at the sudden presence of a stranger intruding upon his safe haven.
"Holy fucking fuckety fuck! Can you not do that?! Why are you in my home, stupid wretch?!" he scolds with displeased anger, his voice reminiscent of Corey Cruise's, but quickly realises he's in a harmless predicament. "Ooohh, I see... You want an introduction from this beautiful beast!"
Out of self-assuredness about his good looks, he points to himself with his thumb, flashing a lopsided, toothy grin before resting his hands in his lap, but he remains on edge. Upon closer inspection, he resembles several variants of P2 and BD Dudes, but this one looks noticeably different. His goatee is jet black, his ginger hair has faint streaks of dirty blonde, his toenails are painted a vibrant red, and his legs, arms, and hands bear scrapes from his clumsiness. The rolled-up sleeves of his trench coat reveal self-inflicted vertical and horizontal knife scars, along with track marks. His legs bear visible jet black body hair and show battle wounds in the form of lacerations, bullet grazes, gunshot wounds, and surgical stitches. A Celtic silver cross pendant dangles from his neck, featuring a central circle-cut ruby that very faintly glows in the living room, which is solely illuminated by a single lamp with a pink lampshade.
"Alright, alright, I'll cut the crap! You may know me as the Postal Dude, but please don't call me that—it's actually quite rude! It makes me feel crazier than I already am! I prefer Tobias or Tobi. If that's not to your liking for some godforsaken reason, Veteran Dude will do just fine," he introduces himself in an optimistically cynical tone as he stands up, lazily stretches, lets out a loud yawn, and scratches his backside. "So, uhhh, yeah! Ask me anything! Just read the rules or whatever it is you roleplayers and askers do..."
Suddenly, he takes a deep, rasping breath as his hazel-green irises roll back into his head, and the whites of his eyes transform into a bloodshot darkness. In the blink of an eye, deep scarlet irises brightly glow, piercing through the shadowy depths of his sunglasses. His canines become more pronounced and razor-sharp, and his hair slightly lengthens. A sinister, cunning grin plays on his lips as a bifurcated tongue darts out to moisten his chapped lips. He cracks his knuckles, letting out a snicker of diabolical madness that reveals a distorted inflection.
"Oh, did this poor dearie try to forget about me again? How inconsiderate of Zeke! Anyways, trash, I'm the darkened split, the unfathomable Jungian persona, and the repressed demon residing within this grunt. I've been here since the dawn of humanity, inflicting delicious torment. You and your stinky weed buddies call me the Demon, Other Dude, Alternate Dude, spawn of Nemesis, and whatever title you wish to bestow upon me. However, don’t fucking call me a demon... Even though I'm infernal, I'm more than that! Considering you're worthy and significant enough to know the truth, I'll let you in on a secret," they speak with earnest narcissism and misanthropic bitterness, directly staring into the soul of the unfamiliar face, its voice identical to Rick Hunter's. After emitting a hum of wheezy contemplation and experiencing a full-blown twitchy fit, it leans forward to reveal the truth in a nonchalant, melodic whisper, "It's Psykheima, little insect. Feel free to call me Psyk! Don't be afraid to ask me things too just like this forgetful dog. I love some good interaction, but don't disappoint me by wasting my valuable time."
With that, Veteran Dude's eyes return to normal after a couple of blinks, his canines shrink back to their usual size, the split in his tongue grotesquely mends, and his hair recedes to its ordinary length. He quickly raises his hand to clutch the left side of his forehead as a harsh pounding rips through him, prompting a soft curse to escape his lips, "Owwww… Fucking wankstain..."
He appears disoriented and slightly disturbed, but this only lasts for a brief moment before he firmly shakes his head, shrugs with indifference, and heads towards the bathroom as if nothing happened.
As Veteran Dude leaves, something detaches from him with a quick flicker of rainbow static outlined in shimmering darkness, forming an afterimage of his original position before reappearing in the blink of an eye. A towering, monstrous humanoid stands in front of the couch, a beautifully comforting grin plastered across a gaunt face, while viciously bright, occasionally flickering pale yellow eyes gaze with disconcerting intrigue. The physique resembles that of a Greek god but is marked by a subtle emaciation with mottled, pallid skin, hands featuring sharpened fingernails, and a bulging, zigzagged vulva. The feet have a black gradient extending up to the calves, adorned with retractable claws displaying an alternating pattern of yellowish leek green chrysoprase and bluish-amethyst.
"Greetings, sweet mortals and supernatural passersby! I'm Ypoferontas, the emanation of reverent shame, the punishing distribution and relief of psychological anguish, the bringing of heat and dew on Earth, and the beautiful, orderly soul of the world that's intrinsically interconnected with all living things. However, I much prefer Khalcydroi. People often mistake me for a pure-blooded chalkydri, but I'm actually an Aeon... Please, feel free to ask me questions, and I'll provide the answers you so desperately crave~" the entity speaks with a pleasant kindness that feels a bit smarmy, and the voice closely resembles Veteran Dude's, but carries a heavenly distortion and sardonic gravel.
The celestial creature hides in the shadow cast by the sleeping Champ, patiently waiting for Veteran Dude to return.
Check out the rules and other stuff by clicking on the "Keep reading" section or I'll bite your fucking hand off! I'm serious!
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Veteran Dude's/Roxane's text is in Tiffany blue (#81D8D0)
Psykheima's/Leon's text is in medium purple (#9370DB)
Irshad's text is bice (#2072AF)
Khalcydroi's text is in bold and displayed in magenta dye (#CA1F7B)
This blog is for Veteran Dude, an alternate/headcanon version of P1 Dude and BD Dude, Psykheima, an alternate/headcanon version of the Demon and BD Other Dude, and Khalcydroi, a completely original character! In my headcanon, P1 eventually becomes BD Dude, and the Demon evolves into BD Other Dude after being significantly weakened during their host's asylum treatment. There's much more to explore, and a few of my headcanons are based on my personal theory for the first game, including its add-ons and remake. However, I don't want to spoil all the headcanons, so feel free to send in asks! The characters will also share bits and pieces of their stories whenever they choose to do so.
If you want to know about the mod and my boundaries, please read this introductory post on my main blog.
Please do not send me asks for donations
In regards to asks...
For inquiries about my work overall or to send a brief message that won't spark much discussion, like a positive note, please send them to @questingbeastofaveyron.
For starting a random conversation with me or sending personal questions and memes, please reach out to @floofgryph.
If you have questions about Metal Slug, please direct them to @thesilliestrovingalive.
For questions about POSTAL, please reach out to @regretnothingbabe.
For questions about the classic Tomb Raider games, please reach out to me on @upforalittleheresy.
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Rules
Before you submit anything or attempt to figure out an RP with me, please take a moment to review the guidelines and important information for this blog:
This blog is preferably 17+, but I can't stop you from interacting. If you're younger than 17, please refrain from engaging in inappropriate content about subjects like sexual intercourse and sending graphic content related to sex and gore. I want to avoid any false accusations against me!
I only engage in hardcore NSFW roleplays in my DMs; however, I'm fine with publicly posting suggestive and kinky content. I just don't feel comfortable sharing extremely explicit material in public.
I accept paraphiles, proshippers, and profiction people because I'm a freak too!
This blog is multifandom and somewhat semi-selective. I'm kinda picky (and shy) about what and who I choose to engage with, so I'll check out your blog before interacting—sorry!
I'm not very media literate because I don’t actively seek out things that aren’t related to my interests or don’t catch my curiosity. So, if you’re from an unfamiliar fandom and want to RP with me, I’ll likely ask questions about aspects I'm not aware of or may need some time to research specific topics.
When roleplaying, I'll express character traits that differ from my real-life views. Please note that my portrayals of Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi don't reflect my personal beliefs.
I appreciate medium-length and longer responses because they provide me with ample room to develop my next reply. However, I'm also okay with shorter replies, but I'll ask for more detail if they don't give me enough room to craft a meaningful response.
You're welcome to ask a wide variety of questions or share your thoughts directly with Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and/or Khalcydroi. I'll respond in character to whatever is on your mind! However, I have the right to ignore an ask I'm unable to answer for various reasons, such as finding it too disgusting and upsetting for my own sensibilities.
I have a language learning disability, which can make writing and understanding what you wrote challenging for me. If I struggle to comprehend something, I might ask for clarification or additional context. Please feel free to point out any writing mistakes I make so I can correct them before you respond.
If I don't vibe with you or your blog anymore for personal reasons and it's affecting my love for RP, I’ll exclude you from this blog without any warning.
If I feel paranoid about you and get negative vibes, I'll either tell you off or block you.
If I don't respond to an ask or reblog, it's likely because I'm busy, sleeping, feeling demotivated, don't have any ideas or not comfortable with and/or interested in approaching you.
If a fellow roleplayer deactivates their blog and any links I provide under the diary entry tag become broken, I usually won't update them. However, you can search for the character's name on the blog to find the roleplays I did with them as reblogs preserve responses made from deactivated blogs.
If I say something that triggers you or comes across as impatient or annoying, please let me know. I'm fairly patient, but there are times when I may not be, especially if I'm feeling frustrated and trying to get something done and over with.
I can get overwhelmed quite easily, so please don’t overwhelm me with a lot of asks and RP starters. Otherwise, I might become annoyed and panicky, leading me to make decisions I often end up regretting.
I have a bit of a temper, and I'm an emotional person, so I recommend being careful with what you say; otherwise, I might snap.
I have no qualms about abandoning an RP if it makes me upset or I feel like I'm becoming too emotionally heated.
I often struggle to understand jokes, especially when they’re expressed in writing. I recommend clearly indicating when something is a joke to avoid causing anxiety and/or annoyance.
Please be specific with your asks when referring to either of my characters or other characters that don't belong to me. It's unwise to leave me confused, especially if you take a long time to respond or may not see your anonymous ask for whatever reason.
Although Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi are essentially my dudesonas and POSTAL OCs, I don't condone any morally wrong actions they take. They're completely separate from who I am as a person and don't fully represent my views and personality. I use a bit from myself for inspiration, mainly for Veteran Dude, but that doesn’t mean the characters are like me.
If I don't respond to an ongoing RP, please know that I'm not ignoring you. It's just that my motivation and interest have faded! There's a slim chance I might get back into it, but that's not always guaranteed.
If I inadvertently breach your RP rules or cause unintended discomfort, please let me know.
If you breach any of these rules, I'll kindly address the issue. Repeated disregard for these guidelines will result in me permanently cutting ties with you.
Don'ts
Please don't inappropriately ship Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi with certain characters (e.g. a teenager)!
Please don't gatekeep Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi!
Please don't godmod Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi, which means you can't control what they do. I prefer not to have my characters forcefully controlled, including mind control, because it limits my creative freedom. However, I'm willing to make exceptions if we plan and agree on such scenarios in advance.
Please refrain from putting Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi in very stressful or uncomfortable situations without my consent.
Please avoid referencing other roleplays I wasn't involved in unless there's a compelling narrative reason that we've discussed in private.
Please don't ask me to change my writing style to match yours!
Please don't rush me to immediately respond because I prefer to move at my own pace. I have a life outside of roleplaying!
Please don't repeatedly ask me about the same character, especially when some of the questions are inappropriate and upsetting.
Please don't ask questions about the thoughts that Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and/or Khalcydroi may have regarding a character they barely know or haven’t had the opportunity to interact with. I'll make an exception at times if I have a compelling response.
Please don’t pressure me into interacting with you. I have trust issues and mild anxiety, so I prefer to observe and gradually warm up to unfamiliar people.
Tags
veteran dude prepares - Veteran Dude is preparing himself for something, which initiates a round of roleplays.
veteran dude confession - Veteran Dude speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
veteran dude talks - Veteran Dude is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
veteran dude does stuff - Veteran Dude isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
veteran dude answers - Veteran Dude responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
veteran dude is finished - Veteran Dude is done with everything and needs a bit of a break, initiating the end of a round of roleplays.
veteran dude entries - Veteran Dude's diary entries! He won't have entries for everything that happens to him, Psykheima, Khalcydroi, and Champ.
roxane confession - Roxane speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
roxane talks - Roxane is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
roxane does stuff - Roxane isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
roxane answers - Roxane responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
psykheima prepares - Psykheima is preparing itself for something, slowly regaining its power and potentially initiating a round of roleplays.
psykheima confession - Psykheima speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
psykheima talks - Pyskheima is speaking to themself and/or to someone else.
psykheima does stuff - Psykheima isn't actually speaking, but they're engaged in another activity.
psykheima answers - Psykheima responds to a question directed at them, even if it's a RP starter.
leon confession - Leon speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
leon talks - Leon is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
leon does stuff - Leon isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
leon answers - Leon responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
irshad talks - Irshad is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
irshad does stuff - Irshad isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
irshad answers - Irshad responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
khalcydroi confession - Khalcydroi speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
khalcydroi talks - Khalcydroi is speaking to herself and/or to someone else.
khalcydroi does stuff - Khalcydroi isn't actually speaking, but she's engaged in another activity.
khalcydroi answers - Khalcydroi responds to a question directed at her, even if it's a RP starter.
champ does stuff - Champ is exhibiting typical dog behaviours while showcasing his personality and reacting to the situation he finds himself in.
nobody answers - None of the characters respond, but Champ is either nearby and/or there’s something to uncover.
something lurks - One of the characters is engaged in an activity that's not immediately visible to another character, and their identity remains unrecognizable until discovered or recognized.
major life event - Important events that occur on this blog.
random mod thoughts - Thoughts that the mod of this blog wanted to express.
important warning alert - Important announcements that should be kept in mind.
P.S. There are hidden tags on this blog, but I'm not going to reveal them.
I may add more rules in the future, but this is all everyone needs to know for the time being. I'm thrilled to start roleplaying with y'all. My DMs are always open!
Mod: I'd type out a response from Tobi and the others, but I'm currently in a phase where I fucking hate roleplaying with a passion and wanna disappear from the RP community forever. I honestly wanna stay away from the blogs of VD and Magi Dude for as long as I can until I feel mentally better. However, I know they’d appreciate your kind words in their own uniquely quirky ways. We're all queer and silly here! Happy Pride Month to you and everyone else taking the time to read this!
[The Don slowly made his way over to his sweet Babydoll's home, a small package in hand as he was dressed down in a nice looking button down shirt in light blue paired with khaki shorts and hiking sandals. He had a nice sun hat on, glasses perched atop his nose still able to glitter in the obscured sun. He raised a hand and knocked firmly on the door, hoping his sweetheart was home]
Tobi? Ya there honey? Its me!
@peridoteyedangel
The lock of the front door clicks, and a booted foot gently nudges it open, revealing the Don's long-haired treasure dressed in attire that blends elements of biker and cowboy fashion. He gobbles down a half-eaten stick of strawberry latte Pocky dangling from his mouth like a cigarette, while his shades, moth pin, and jeweled belt glint in the warm sunlight. After roughly patting down the wrinkles of his weathered medium blue denim vest with torn sleeves, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.
"Howdy, sweet cheeks~" Veteran Dude purrs like a nonchalant fool, flashing a grin of cocksure happiness, but his voice is a bit hoarse from overwhelming adoration.
[Holy fucking shit did Tobi look good in that jacket... He nearly dropped the package in his arms in shock, but remembered to hold onto it and more importantly hold it out for his rurally-dressed beau]
G-God DAMN, honey... you look like John Wayne's better-lookin' brother or something shit~...
[He clearly wasn't expecting such a wonderful surprise, his face flushed a dark red beneath the brim of his hat.]
He smirks at the shocked fluster painted across his mourning dove's countenance, gently pushing off the doorframe to inch closer to the Don. The amaranth purple and myrtle green fringes of his chinks sway with the delicate movement, the dark khaki leather creaking under its well-worn age.
"Thanks, sunshine! I haven't worn this absolute stunner of an outfit in years~" Veteran Dude admits with glib coyness, taking the box and carefully examining its exterior. Once he pulls out his balisong and slices through the tape with cautious efficiency, an eyebrow sharply raises as he asks, "So, uhhh, how have you been?"
[The Don slowly made his way over to his sweet Babydoll's home, a small package in hand as he was dressed down in a nice looking button down shirt in light blue paired with khaki shorts and hiking sandals. He had a nice sun hat on, glasses perched atop his nose still able to glitter in the obscured sun. He raised a hand and knocked firmly on the door, hoping his sweetheart was home]
Tobi? Ya there honey? Its me!
@peridoteyedangel
The lock of the front door clicks, and a booted foot gently nudges it open, revealing the Don's long-haired treasure dressed in attire that blends elements of biker and cowboy fashion. He gobbles down a half-eaten stick of strawberry latte Pocky dangling from his mouth like a cigarette, while his shades, moth pin, and jeweled belt glint in the warm sunlight. After roughly patting down the wrinkles of his weathered medium blue denim vest with torn sleeves, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.
"Howdy, sweet cheeks~" Veteran Dude purrs like a nonchalant fool, flashing a grin of cocksure happiness, but his voice is a bit hoarse from overwhelming adoration.
"Hey there, Psyk! Hi Tobi! You two are gonna have a special visitor soon enough~"
Veteran Dude looks up from his cellphone, jolted out of his contemplation about canceling his summer vacation plans due to a myriad of life problems. Furrowing his brow in paranoid annoyance, he awkwardly clears his throat before replying in the voice of an apathetic yet decent-hearted man, "Alright, stranger from bumfuck nowhere. You showed up at the wrong time, but I appreciate your gall to give me a heads-up. Just hoping that they’re not some psycho killer or government freak."
"Whoever this special visitor you have the pitiful guts to mention is, they better be worthy of my malignant patience or their most upsetting nightmares will be the last thing they ever remember. I hope they’re not a parasitic mongrel..." Psykheima snarls with critical petulance before returning to build an expensive Gunpla model and savouring their freshly warmed cup of jasmine green tea.
"What about me?" Khalcydroi whimpers with a beautifully calm inflection, clasping her hands together as if in prayer while glaring at the anonymous announcer like a dejected, ego-harmed puppy.
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Mod: Hello, everyone! I've decided to deactivate Yevdokim's account (totmanliestofstars). He became more of an unfun hassle than an entertaining character and doesn't meaningfully contribute to the interlocking storylines in VD's universe. I'm taking an indefinite hiatus to focus on my personal life and finish any ongoing roleplays. Y'all can still send asks, but I won't be starting new roleplays unless I feel genuinely interested and motivated. Thanks for the understanding and patience.
Hey, do you know what happened to the-mindfucked-dudes account ☹️
Mod: Hello, anon. You're the only one who notified me about this. I didn't notice it until I received this ask. I wish I knew what happened to the the-mindfucked-dude account and Mod Spiral's more private blog. I won't speculate on why their account has been deactivated, but I genuinely hope they're doing okay.
"I can only remember three: Jennie, Kat, and Milo. They’re my three real dates! The rest are either casual flings or prostitution bullshit..." Veteran Dude admits as he scratches the back of his head and offers an unperturbed shrug, each word laced with undeniable truth, but muddied by a sense of distorted uncertainty.
You look pretty familiar. I'm sure that's got nothing to do with me, though. Now, wanna give a guy a hand and tell him what the hell a "Tumblr" is?
@s1gn-my-petition
"I look familiar, eh? That's not the first time I've heard that..." Veteran Dude remarks as he rolls his eyes, voice infused with nonchalant snark and a minuscule hint of paranoia at the sight of another P2 Dude, but he's learned to try not to be so full of stupefied amazement at such things. He cracks open a strawberry peach energy drink and takes a quick hit from his marijuana joint before responding with laid-back wisdom, "The whole Tumblr thing is about posting text and images with appropriate tags. There's also an inbox with an anonymous function that allows people to send you asks, such as questions and pictures."
Huh. Thanks. So, people send messages to each other? Do I have a mailbox? I wonder if I can turn mine off. One more question, you haven't seen a dog run through here, have you? He's about yay big, kind of mean, he's been missing all morning and I someone told me they saw him lurking about this place.
"No problemo. Also, yeah, you can message other people and turn off the inbox through the settings menu. The settings are represented by a little gear icon in case you didn't know," Veteran Dude offers a simplistic explanation, not believing that this P2 is a complete idiot who's utterly helpless and pathetic. A jet black eyebrow is raised as he scratches his two-day stubble in introspective remembrance before sharing what he knows, "I have an American Pit Bull Terrier named Champ. Well, it's actually Champion, but he doesn't respond to that shit... He has a Turkey red collar with a circular silver name tag and a couple of gnarly scratches on his face. He's sleeping inside my trailer! There's no way in hell that he's your dog! I think I’ve seen a similar mutt in the estates of Paradise? He was chasing after a critter..."
"Godspeed, skippy. If I happen to see him again, I'll get the dog and try to locate you," Veteran Dude reassures the ginger before indulging in another puff of well-cultivated weed, an adorably dopey grin plastered across his face.
You look pretty familiar. I'm sure that's got nothing to do with me, though. Now, wanna give a guy a hand and tell him what the hell a "Tumblr" is?
@s1gn-my-petition
"I look familiar, eh? That's not the first time I've heard that..." Veteran Dude remarks as he rolls his eyes, voice infused with nonchalant snark and a minuscule hint of paranoia at the sight of another P2 Dude, but he's learned to try not to be so full of stupefied amazement at such things. He cracks open a strawberry peach energy drink and takes a quick hit from his marijuana joint before responding with laid-back wisdom, "The whole Tumblr thing is about posting text and images with appropriate tags. There's also an inbox with an anonymous function that allows people to send you asks, such as questions and pictures."
Huh. Thanks. So, people send messages to each other? Do I have a mailbox? I wonder if I can turn mine off. One more question, you haven't seen a dog run through here, have you? He's about yay big, kind of mean, he's been missing all morning and I someone told me they saw him lurking about this place.
"No problemo. Also, yeah, you can message other people and turn off the inbox through the settings menu. The settings are represented by a little gear icon in case you didn't know," Veteran Dude offers a simplistic explanation, not believing that this P2 is a complete idiot who's utterly helpless and pathetic. A jet black eyebrow is raised as he scratches his two-day stubble in introspective remembrance before sharing what he knows, "I have an American Pit Bull Terrier named Champ. Well, it's actually Champion, but he doesn't respond to that shit... He has a Turkey red collar with a circular silver name tag and a couple of gnarly scratches on his face. He's sleeping inside my trailer! There's no way in hell that he's your dog! I think I’ve seen a similar mutt in the estates of Paradise? He was chasing after a critter..."
You look pretty familiar. I'm sure that's got nothing to do with me, though. Now, wanna give a guy a hand and tell him what the hell a "Tumblr" is?
@s1gn-my-petition
"I look familiar, eh? That's not the first time I've heard that..." Veteran Dude remarks as he rolls his eyes, voice infused with nonchalant snark and a minuscule hint of paranoia at the sight of another P2 Dude, but he's learned to try not to be so full of stupefied amazement at such things. He cracks open a strawberry peach energy drink and takes a quick hit from his marijuana joint before responding with laid-back wisdom, "The whole Tumblr thing is about posting text and images with appropriate tags. There's also an inbox with an anonymous function that allows people to send you asks, such as questions and pictures."
The cashier asked me what kind of bag I wanted. Paper, or plastic? I answered "I like both. I'm bi-sack-xual
"I bet the cashier's response was egg-cellently unamoosed!" Veteran Dude chortles, unabashed and glibly laid-back with his terrible pun, but it’s enough to make him giggle with warm-hearted sweetness.
[Holds out a bouquet of forget-me-nots] Tobias, these are for you! Bye!
Veteran Dude takes the bouquet of forget-me-nots, examining the pulchritudinous blossoms as a smile of joyful relaxation curls his lips. They remind him of Silvan, and he knows that Khalcydroi will adore tending to these simple beauties!
