Your name is DIRK STRIDER, you are the PRINCE of HEART, and WRECKER of SHIT. It is about time you owned up to some things, like how RAD you are, or your INEVITABLE DOUCHE QUOTIENT despite that RADNESS.
And you're ready to do just that, because let's be honest. There's a lot of POTENTIAL to explore here, and you're pretty chill to do JUST THAT.
[[ I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I'M STILL GAINING FOLLOWERS RIGHT NOW, WHAT DID I DO???????????????????? Everything is now under construction and you can't even reach my info, can you???? WTF I DO NOT--
I--
IS IT BECAUSE OF DAVE OR SOMETHING???????
OKAY????
Well I guess I will give the people what they want????? AtleastalittlelikewhatI'vegotimmediatelyavailablethatdoesn'trequiretimelineshit. ]]
Just so everyone following me knows, in the end we decided that I wasn't going to play Dirk for the timeline I originally intended this blog to be for, so the whole thing is going to be rewritten and revamped and stuff before I continue posting.
I know I haven't really been on this account much in the last few days, but a lot has been going on in my own life, and it was just a lot easier to be on my Dave account, not making a deal out of anything, than to figure out how to be this dramatic. Hopefully the rehash will be more entertaining, and less hardboiled (Jane will be so disappointed), but we'll see!
[[ Hey beloved 60 followers, mun here to tell you, I'M KIND OF GOOD AT STRIDERS IN GENERAL, and Dave's actually a LOT less discerning with who he interacts with. :I He's gonna go through everyone following me, and follow most of you back, and the 31 of you I'm already following are guaranteed to be joined soon by my Dave Strider account.
This has been a PSA, yo. There's another quality Dave wrecking shit now~ ]]
One, I should never be allowed to rate people's roleplaying, I am too critical, somebody please put my head in a blender so that I will stop. "OTL
And two, my timeline's Jake, emeraldTerror, seems to be going on a camping trip! Right when shit was about to go down. "OTL x2 combo!!!
So. I am going to finish posting up Dirk's pesterlogs that you guys haven't seen (there's one with Jane, one other with Jake, then another with Jane, in that order chronologically), and possibly/probably fill out the timeline section of my info, although we alphas haven't made our final decisions on a fair share of that shit yet. Oh well.
I might also do a drabble about Dirk having rage in a shower, not sure yet. :T I was considering it.
Then I'm going to work on my Dave Strider blog. I hope a lot of you are expecting to be followed, I'm planning on being a lot less discerning on who I follow on that one, since it's an Independent, so I don't need to keep my dash clean or anything.
Two Striders are better than one!!!
Anyway, the main point being, I'll probably be a bit less active until Jake gets back, mostly so I don't keep thinking about Dirk's character in this, to the point where something goes nuclear, ahahahaha. |D; Whoops. Noep, gotta keep that from happening. ]]
Honestly? About at the end of my borderline saint-like patience with English. Otherwise, pretty bitchin', can't complain too much.
It's all just the usual time killing. Based on what I've managed to observe based on other instances of reality, our game's been delayed something nearly fucking catatonic. By the time most of you are the age I am (nineteen), you've played the game, and are done with it. Usually successful. I'd expect nothing less from our planning.
The time lapse is no surprise, given our situation doesn't coincide with my calculations, either. But you have to be flexible sometimes.
How's shit with you? Some sort of redux earth, is it?
I can see how that might have happened, if I'd been raising someone alone. Not that I'd make a terrible guardian, just that I'd be shit at ever acting like a parent if it was just me doing it.
I typically build robots, set them to kill-mode, and spar with them until they're nothing but scrap metal. It's a common occurrence.
So the end decision was a pass/fail grade would suffice. You missed some of the deeper, more nuanced details of the URLs implications, but you got close enough that I'm willing to accept it, and handled an angle most would miss.
Not too bad, considering the skill in any arena I've typically seen demonstrated by these alternate-universe instances of my bro.
In which Dirk tries to pick a fight with Jake, but by the end Jake's decided they should stop bickering for two seconds, because a brief essay by Dirk on his entire existence makes him wonder if there are any records of him in the future, and that's more important than arguing.
-- timaeusepisTemologic [TT] began pestering golgothasTrepidation [GT] at 10:16 --
TT: So what are you going to do about the bird?
GT: What do you mean andrew mccarthy jr?
TT: Yes, I mean your infantile named orphan. What are you going to do with it? Have you even thought this through a little?
GT: Uh well i mean i guess im going to feed it and care for it and raise it and whatnot.
GT: Like i already said i would.
TT: And how exactly do you expect to raise it, once it stops being a borderline immobile oprhan? Is he still living in a box, Jake?
TT: I've been considering the situation, even if you haven't. There's an entire rehabillitation necessary, for him to ever survive in the wild again. The learning curve is likely much steeper on your island, too.
GT: Duh hes still living in a box dude the poor little bugger is hardly old enough to stand. I clean it out often enough so hes not laying among his own droppings im not really sure what more you want from me.
TT: Just consider your actions, for once. This isn't whether or not you remembered to pack lunch before hiking to the other side of your supposed "Hellmurder Island", this is a life that is entirely dependent on your ability to make the correct decisions for it.
GT: The condescending implications beneath that pretentious orange text of yours is not tickling my fancy in the slightest right now. Im completely aware that andre mccarthy jr is relying on me okay? I thought wed already run this topic through the mill enough times already.
TT: What kind of bird is it?
GT: An orange one.
TT: What is the lifecycle of An Orange One?
GT: Well first it gets birthed from its moms birth hole.
GT: And then its a baby.
GT: And then ir grows up and learns how to fly and stuff.
TT: How, exactly, does this bird learn to fly?
GT: And then it finds love and reproduces.
TT: Does it learn to fly? You know not all birds fly.
GT: Uh. Instincts?
TT: You've got to be kidding me.
GT: Maybe andrew jr wont then.
GT: What?
TT: You really have no idea what you're doing here, and you
TT: you're not the least bit interested in figuring it out.
GT: Im doing just swell as i am now! And to be honest im not sure where all this sudden criticism is stemming from. To be frank its kind of out of the blue.
TT: All right, then, I will wash my radly gloved hands of this shit. I will clean my fine naked body of any responsibility for the well-being of this bird, and when it dies, I will be the man in the situation and agree to pen the eulogy for you.
TT: Just because we've stopped talking for the time being, doesn't mean I've stopped considering what trouble you're getting yourself into down there. I just didn't get an opportunity to bring up my concerns before.
TT: I can see now there isn't really any reason to, though. It's unresolvable. You'll do what you will on impulse, and if that doesn't suffice, than it simply doesn't.
TT: This matter at least isn't worth my interference.
GT: Then why in gods name do you repeatedly insist on sticking your nose into it like an annoying little yapping dog and running your mouth about it???
GT: What is the rootin tootin POINT because all ive gained from this conversation is that youre hammering on me for no logical reason whatsoever.
TT: I really don't think you
TT: would be able to appreciate it, even if I did explain myself to you.
TT: My resolve to let it drop is fresh, as well, in case you missed that happening right the fuck four minutes ago, so it doesn't exactly apply to the last two days.
GT: Yeah because fellows tend to not appreciate it when someones shoving a load of bigoted poppycock down your throat.
GT: Okay then why dont you shut your trap about it already?
TT: If you were any more difficult to handle, English, I swear to god, even my immeasurabe patience would have been completely depleted by now.
GT: Yeah well trust me buddy i can be a heck ton of a lot more difficult than im acting right now! Though ill never be as insufferable as the likes of you.
GT: You should pity me for having to put up with the loads of horseshit you stick me with every time we chat.
GT: I must be wearing britches made out of pure patience to tolerate you!
TT: Sure, English. I pity you profoundly. You and your glaring cultural insensitivity. Not to mention your entirely nonsensical analogies.
GT: My analogies make perfect sense its your stupid numbskulled noggin not appreciating them for what they are since youre too occupied gloating over your own idiotic achievements.
TT: What exactly are "britches" typically made of, and since when was patience a tangible substance?
GT: Oh no.
GT: Oh no no no.
GT: You are NOT going to do this.
TT: What exactly do you believe I'm up to THIS time?
GT: I refuse to sit here while you get snippy and try to pick apart my metaphors when you bloody well KNOW the shit that comes out of your mind is ten times more outlandish and nonsensical then i could ever be!!!!
TT: Outlandish, maybe, but my analogies make perfect sense within the context of my interests. If you knew much of anything about me, you'd understand them.
GT: Yeah because obviously the only thing there is to know about you anymore is that youre a massive ass sniffer.
TT: Oh wow, I think I'm going to presume that was a double-entendre jab meant to be taken both literally and figuratively, so I can accredit you with having made a marginaly competent comeback for once.
TT: That was your intention, wasn't it?
GT: That would only be true if you went around smelling asses dude and as much as i loathe you sometimes i dont really peg you as one to be smelling bird ass all day.
TT: Great, so in the nearly a decade at least that we have been friends, you've managed to glean that I'm insufferable, you're a goddamn saint, I like birds, and I'm not into any form of beastiality. That's flattering. Your impression isn
TT: 't actually ENTIRELY wrong, then.
GT: You should get off your high horse and take some pointers then because OBVIOUSLY i know where its at when it comes to assessing relationships. Especially ours.
TT: Oh, I bet you just know everything that goes down between us, hmm? You've got us all figured out then, have you?
GT: Yup.
TT: You don't know jackshit about me.
GT: Other than youre a ginormous dbag.
GT: Which is all there really is to say on the matter!
TT: And that's honestly all you think of me, is it?
GT: Sounds about right.
TT: Wow, what a shockingly comprehensive example of the multitude of reasons as to why the two of us never get along these days. It's as if you've taken every conceivable issue in our friendship of the last several years, and summed it up into two or three short, neanderthalistic and cheapeningly simple sentences.
TT: Sometimes I've managed to forget your absolute mastery of both the English language, and of relationships as a whole.
TT: Especially ours.
TT: I bow to your wisdom, English.
TT: Or would, if it weren't a load of horseshit.
GT: Whatever. Im growing weary of your childish antics and i dont really feel like pursuing this argument any further.
TT: So is it my turn to respect your statement and let it slide, like you let me when I tried to drop the issue?
TT: You know, when you then escalated the discussion about how I never let anything drop while I was trying to let it be.
GT: Ugh.
GT: Okay fine mister if youre going to wear your sassypants today then we can keep up this foolish arguing if you so please!
TT: I'd rather you know jackshit about your supposed best friend.
GT: Nice how you threw in that "supposed" in there like youre suddenly questioning our whole friendship together.
GT: And i *do* know jack shit about you!
TT: Well I don't know, apparently all I ever do is enrage you.
TT: And I'm not going to believe that without proof, especially at this point.
GT: And everything *i* apparently do is wrong in your eyes for some reason or another.
GT: Well you know what screw you how do you even know you know anything about ME huh??
TT: Unless you've gone under a complete psychological metamorphasis in the past forty minutes, I know damn near everything I could conceivably know by now.
GT: Oh really now.
TT: Really.
GT: Then be my guest and tell me everything there is to know about this jake english chap!
TT: Nineteen years old. Raised from a young age by his grandmother, on an island in the middle of the pacific, due to her forced banishment under the to-be Empress' rule. His grandmother was assasinated at a young age and he had to perform the funeral rites himself, clearly displaying great moral integrity toward the respect of others, and a strong character, to handle such a distressing situation alo
TT: ne.
TT: Made the decision to don the affectations of a "gentleman", leading to an intense and persisting desire to express courtesy and care for others whenever plausible, to attempt to be charming, patient, flirtatious, respectful, most of which he manages, if a bit lacking in tact in-between. Picked up the image of an adventurer pretty damn early on as well, he's brave, fearless, purposefully does not c
TT: onsiderate situations logically before approaching them head on. He refuses to exhibit fear in the vast majority of situations. It suits him well given he is under constant assault. The fact that his psyche can maintain such a kind and naive disposition in a daily situation like that is a true mark of strength.
TT: For the majority of the things he enjoys, he is unabashed. Amazingly enough, he can find glory in nearly any cinematic feature, and does so, leading to the adamant defense of movies even he considers less than par compared to his affections for some of the more popular pieces, due to some deeply ingrained sense of fairness and appreciation for the underdog. He enjoys fantastical situations, and se
TT: eing others display characteristics such as those which he emulates based on his self-perscribed image, so comic books are of infinite fascination. It's rare to find anyone so determined, or brave, or reckless, of fool-hardy beyond them, and there isn't much better media for finding situations as outlandish as his daily life than those comics.
TT: He's very lonely.
TT: Overall, he's surprisingly healthy for someone who lives alone on a goddamn island, without access to social scenarios or proper nutiritional care, and exhibits a fairly normal drive, both for sex and romance. Doesn't display any particular inclination toward anyone at this point, but that's a gray area due to the nature of my relationship with him. If he does have any leanings, they sure as fuck
TT: aren't obvious to me. Instead, he seems to mostly subsist on fantasies, primarily involving women who exhibit similar characteristics as those he himself holds, again, a fairly common psychological process, especially living alone.
TT: Girls who are high-energy, very reactive, determined, strong-willed, adventurous, brave, competent, capable, and rarely effectively verbose.
TT: The cerulean angle of that shit eludes me in understanding, but it's pretty unquestionably there.
TT: He never allows his lower negative emotions to get the best of him, rarely if ever admitting to sorrow, or hesitation, anxiety or fear or depression, or loneliness. He'll accept and display anger, aggravation, frustration, in goddamn spades, but refuses himself the allowance of seeming like someone who is able to be put down.
TT: It may come from having such a skilled teacher, and then more than ample opportunities for daily application, but I've yet to find many in history who are a better shot with a gun, and the multitude of different kinds he's at least mildly proficient with is more than somewhat mindboggling.
TT: The penchant for adventure has led to a fixation with skulls, as well, and I'm questioning whether or not this applies to other bonal structures. The psychological roots of it are marginally unclear, but the earnest enthusiasm with which this affection is displayed is just downright adorable most of the time.
TT: He is highly reactive and has a very short temper, despite his determination at maintaining a gentlemanly visage. He displays signs of latent sexism, both in social interactions as well as natural romantic inclinations, although of the sort primarily instilled and enforced by popular media, as opposed to any internal inclination.
TT: He's most natural and at ease acting like a complete flaming doofus, and isn't usually comfortable with that.
TT: He's earnest, and honest, and kind-hearted, and childish, and accepting, and generally very heartfelt.
TT: And is completely fucking sick of me and my utter failure to understand or appreciate him in any way, or my /apparent/ insistence that he never manages any task properly.
TT: I'd rather not keep inadvertently repeating myself, so that'll have to be goddamn good enough.
TT: Your turn, English.
GT: I just read an entire essay about myself in third person jesus dick do you keep files on us all or something?
TT: Not exactly.
TT: I keep files on your grandmother, but for entirely different reasons.
GT: Okay then.
GT: Strider this is a bit off topic but there were several things you mentioned that sort of got me thinking...
TT: That's new.
GT: Shut your trap and lets pretend we can act civil for longer than ten seconds.
TT: Oh, we're roleplaying now. Fine then.
GT: ANYWAY...
GT: *He says with a roll of his eyes in regard to his sulking friends incessant snark!*
GT: I was wondering if there are any records of me in the future?
GT: Since my grandma is and all. Could you concievably read up on my entire life story or what?
TT: No, not really. You were mentioned passingly in a few of Jade English's records and recounts. It's generally assumed you died, fairly young, before ever making it to civilization.
GT: Dang.
GT: I guess thats for the better though.
GT: What about jane?
TT: It's generally assumed the assasination attempts were eventually successful.
GT: Huh.
GT: Do you think thats true or did we just fall off the record books?
TT: If I manage to succeed, neither of you will have died. Your respective disappearances would correspond with entering the Medium, and the four of us meeting up in person.
TT: I won't let you die, so don't worry about it.
GT: Okay.
GT: Thanks.
TT: Of course.
GT: Sorry for flying off the handle earlier.
TT: I prompted it.
GT: Thats okay. All of your points were valid and maybe thats why they irked me so much.
TT: Even the one about how little comprehension you ever display regarding me?
TT: Not that that isn't most likely self-designed, but even still.
GT: Yeah i should apologize especially for that one.
GT: Hopefully this doesnt come across as platitudinous but i really do appreciate having you as a friend even if we rub ends more often than not.
TT: Kinky.
TT: Yeah, whatever, don't sweat it.
TT: We're about at quota for meaningful apologies without beating a deadhorse straight the fuck into glue, man.
GT: Oh piss off were trying to have a heart to heart conversation in here and your coy little one worded eroticisms are totally ripping that image up and taking a big dump all over it.
GT: But if you insist.
GT: I guess this is the point where we go straight back to arguing huh.
TT: Nah.
GT: Ok well im gonna hit the hay now then if thats all fine with you.
TT: Fair enough. I've got to finish sorting some shit out, and put the finishing touches on these schematics so I can start implementing them, anyway.
TT: I'll see you later English.
GT: You too dirk!
GT: Talk to you later. Farewell!
-- golgothasTrepidation [GT] ceased pestering timaeusepisTemologic [TT] at 12:13 --
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