David E. Strider
@turntableGuardian
What happened to me..?
she's judging me
She watches.
Why? What has she witnessed that requires her silence? We can teach them to speak through other means. Shall we ask?
oh. oh man today was a great #krillion day i am so good at this
Proud of you. What was your answer on 6?
republic of congo look at all the answers for number 5 is sending me for a loop though some of these are way too well known to get this many points, and some are way too unknown to get so few
I went for the Wachowskis, I was surprised it got down to purple.
yeah that's what i'm talking about- they should have been like rare at best though i guess maybe its because people don't know how to spell their names so avoid it? idk i went lee daniels
horrendous.. at least this game keeps me humble
shitty taco bell solves all my problems
whats your order
2 mini quesadillas, crunchwrap supreme, 3 beefy cravings burritos, and the biggest size of nacho cheese sauce available
solid, solid
staring at the grass and i can see each blade individually jesus fuck why does overstimulation suddenly give me magnifying glasses for eyes
That's the power of overstimulation bro, mine makes me be able to hear everything in a 10 mile radius.
i get that but instead of hearing everything, everything i can already hear just sounds like it's directly in my ears instead of 20 feet away
Jesus, sounds like a new type of torture nexus.
now imagine combining that with the vision thing, and being able to feel the individual crumbs of dirt on the ground like you just ate a granola bar in bed
Fuck, 11th circle of hell unlocked.
It's a miracle you haven't yet, kudos to you bro.
wow i suck at this
means 22% of the players below you are dumbasses #awinisawin
why do i always leave conversations with other striders feeling hungry?? its happened like 5 times now that's not a coincidence
I'M HUNGRY.
Strider curse.
Lmao.
ITS CONTAGIOUS.
ITS PART OF THE FUNNY DEAL DAWG...
I KNOW RIGHT??? THIS YOU DUDE!!!
i hate when someone makes an actually funny chitt but it's someone where if i liked the chit it'd be taken weirdly and also i don't like them very much so i gotta just glare at my screen for a few seconds and scroll
first shot. not bad really came in clutch on that last one
all my life decisions are based on howv funny it is and howv likely i vwont get hurt.
you ever think about how there could be an alt from your own timeline on here and you just don't know because we don't have a marvel designation for the universes and also you don't talk to them irl so you just.. would never know? yeah me neither
Its an uncomfortable possibility that some of us engage with. The hypothetical nature of a mirror universe that is just within reach.
sometimes people say things that's just a detail too much that i have to question it. but then i think "hey what if it's just a very similar timeline that doesn't mean they're yours" and i go back to my corner of overdramatic wallowing
Of course. We wouldn't wallow simply because there's the distinct possibility we're accidentally speaking with someone who we may purposefully be avoiding in our actual universe. That could be considered pitiful.
okay.. i've taken a few days to process what the fuck happened- thanks future me for the videos ig from what i gather in the attempt to find the copies of sburb so we could destroy them, we ended up sending ourselves to an alternate timeline good news: in this one we actually made the new world and are living on it bad news: my kids don't exist now (weird to say didn't think i could be a dad) silver lining: we get to see the trolls again? and i'm 10 years younger i don't remember a timeline without them or like.. having kids so- i dunno, it's weird to see posts about people i was attached to and not even recognise them, and then knowing i was missing people that i don't remember leaving and here i never actually did leave so they didn't suffer either its fucking strange, man i looked like a good parent though.. thats kind of a relief
5 striders and 2 lalondes reacted in the span of a single minute thanks for the support guys
oh, dear... i'm so sorry for your loss, love, even if you don't remember it. for what it's worth, i can verify that yoU make a wonderfUl parent!
thanks callie. its the existentialism that's fucking me up more than anything
[Another video, automatically uploaded. This one opens up already recording the sky, a soft pained groan coming from nearby as the sound of mud and dirt is shuffled around. A pale hand comes into view, grabbing the phone and lifting it to look at, revealing a much younger face by at least a decade; no eye bags, scars less faded, no scraggly beard, eyes not yet filled with the tired satisfaction of being a parent. Most importantly, he looked confused. A wary glance was taken of the area, camera shaking as he presumably got to his feet and focusing on his pant leg as the phone hung at his side, not seeming to know it was recording. His voice was softer as he called for his friends, younger, though more stressed. The camera moved again as he brought it up to glance up at, expression full of concern as he seemingly started to scroll for answers. Slowly, his eyes widened, whispering a small "what the fuck.." before realising the phone was recording and switching apps to stop it, video ending on a still of his disgruntled but worried face.] #daves-reset
[A video is uploaded. The time stamp says it was taken yesterday at 10:37 pm, an unintentional temporal delay making it not show up until now, the timestamp on the post flickering between 11:22 pm and the current time. The phone is set on a flat surface, pointed at the semi-transparent clock that has now been moved into a yard. John, Rose, Dave and Jade stand in front of it, all in their 30s and all in their God Pyjamas, which somehow still fit. An unsure glance is shared between them before the women step forward, a couple hours left over on the clock as Jade touches it and soft spacy shadows start spreading across the surface like a spreading mould. Rose kneels on the ground, pulling at little orange glowing orbs in the air like someone trying to find a specific book on a library shelf. John then steps forwards and floats above it, arm glowing a soft white as he pulls at the minute hand, trying to make it move backwards. Then is Dave's turn, glancing down at Rose as she pulls out an orb and crushes it in her palm, giving an affirmative nod to him. By now the spatial mould had travelled across half of the clock, and Dave readied his sword to strike it right in the middle. It sunk into the space like a portal, and a slow crack started to travel along the clock face, snaking its way to the edges. The whole group seemed relieved as the clock broke in in half, Jade reaching her arm into the mould up to the shoulder as Rose moved over to press her hand over the spot, soft beams of light helping guide the other until she withdrew her arm, holding 3 different copies of "SBURB: Early Access". Happiness flashed across their faces for a brief second before John suddenly retracted his hands like he'd been burned, and the clock hand started turning like it was starting a tornado. The four of them step back, panicking. Static gathered at the edge of the video, lines appearing as the camera cracks and a bright light flashes. The video was completely silent the whole time, apart from one final scream from the four of them as the video finally cuts to black.] #daves-reset
we might have found something
the press is waiting for the official release everyones standing on the edge of their heels, one stiff breeze can send this domino falling for miles everyone wants to know: what?
God?
Can I interest you in alternative? It starts with a "C" and ends with an "ult".
unless you can assemble one in 3 days we're a bit shit outta luck on that one
There seems to be more gravity to this situation than I was prepared for. I'll light a candle for you.
96 hours and 37 minutes until this thing fucking explodes i guess.. we still don't have any ideas, so rose is going to do some seer shit while i take the twins out for ice cream. not even 5 yet. i'm gonna be sick.
[a video has been uploaded. a large, semi-transparent clock floats in front of a wall. looking to be the same height as a closet door. the face has a crack in it, like he'd tried to break it. a cog sits behind it, rotating with a little click every 10 seconds. in the centre of the hands was a small digital display, slowly counting down from 168 hours.] the ticking is driving me fucking crazy
i've had an idea this place exists outside of space time, and what we're about to do fucks with both. expect updates. wish us luck. pray to yourselves because we're going to need all the help of gods we can
173 hours and counting. i have a week to somehow figure out how to fix this
oh my god is that stupid clock that showed up the countdown for the i'm gonna fucking ooooooooooooooo i'm going to have a conniption. or an aneurism. maybe flip off the handle again if my back doesn't give out first that was only half a joke i could probably still do a backflip if i tried