

Dude Strider
@turntechGodsaid
no name, call me dude current owner of plushrump.butts call me the samurai of satire the way ill cut you in twain. youre a mark

((OOC Explanation Post! This is a Dave! Just a bit short of Breath. No John means no Stiller shades means no spreading his wings and getting out of Bro's shadow. May edit this in the future, but this is as much as needs said right now. 1st Edit! #nsfw themes may arise as Dude ran/runs plushrumps, the smuppet porn site. The implications of this are about as bad as they sound.))
[a video recording from a go pro, affixed to someones head. the background noise is harsh and grinding and the air hangs thick with a sickly green fog. dude is facing a massive fortress constructed of rusted gears and pistons fighting against each other. the footage turns to a blur as he flashsteps within. the dungeon is infested with high level enemies, some wearing armor, some wrapped in bandages, some with great antlers. they seem mostly disinterested in engaging with dude until he flies in with his katana and makes the first strike. he cuts his way through corridors full of mobs, not even stopping to collect their grist. he is silent save for the occasional muffled grunt. the video runs far too long, only ending after hes been panting for several minutes of fighting] #violence
plushrump.butts stocks are through the roof. we had to build another story just to raise the roof, and it went through that roof too. continue this ad infinitum and we realized we were playing tiny tower #anachronism. so we pumped all the profits into the premium currency and tthen made a couple films named after it. life is good.
its always something around here. i should break the mold, why should the girls get all the fun? all the other striders just use this to flirt or fuck. ill take a massive step for meninism and be the first guy to have a power crazy metaphysical existential break down
observation tells me im the main beta strider, for obvious reasons. im the only one not constantly moping about made-up alien romance. the transitive property implies the same of jade in my timeline and now i have proof. that is, every other jade eventually names her kid fucking yiffy. okay.
in time (ha) for tonights jade hour. sick. check this out harleys. should it be harlies? yknow what, the new plural for jade harleys is davidsons. a pack of davidsons. wait, no, fuck. scratch that. a pack of jades works fine. just check it. [attached is a video of of bec viciously attacking a weak stream of water coming from a hose held by whoevers filming. bec is absolutely growling and mauling that water. good job bud.]
whenever i need something to move from one state t another i do the samurai slash and freeze thing. closed door? flashstep. freeze. it opens. need some ketchup? flash, freeze, it starts squeezing that red goop out. fly undone? i put my hands behind my back. freeze. the zipper shoots up.
[a video. it shows a large grassy field, with some sort of glass dome covering the entire sky. theres a grunt from someone just off-screen and a greatsword spins in an arc. "fetch boy" comes a monotone voice, with just a hint of anticipation underneath it. the sword flies further, and further, and further, and then- with a green flash, becquerel appears in the sky, grabbing the hilt of the sword in his jaws. theres a blur, the telltale sign of a flashstep, and what appears to be a dave wearing a highlighter green wife-beater, too big basketball shorts, and kamina shades appears next to bec. he clashes his katana against becs sword with a grunt, and bec growls in return. the two of them trade blows, over and over, teleporting and flashstepping all over the arena. both seem like theyre dueling with intent to kill. the video lasts for over ten minutes with both parties barely seeming to tire. the battle reaches its conclusion with one final clash of blades, both combatants squarely on the ground. dude grits his teeth and leans in, bec growls and pushes back. dude suddenly rotates his hold and slashes upwards, sending becs greatsword flying. dude jumps into the air, grabs it, spins like hes about to throw a shotput, and shouts, "fetch!" bec teleports to go fetch. dude does not throw the sword. he lets it fall to the ground where it impales the dirt, then falls down after it. in a few moments bec returns with an annoyed huff. dude kneels down next to him and gives him some well-deserved scritches. he glances towards the camera and the feed suddenly ends.]
[a well lit recreation of the lady and the tramp spaghetti scene, but with two smuppets and a plate of yarn. they begin slurping it up, the pile shrinks, the line goes taut... then it keeps going. one of the smuppets is unraveled, its strands sucked into the other. it keeps losing mass, losing limbs, its pert smuppet nose the last part to go. the other smuppets stomach gets fatter and fatter the entire time. once it has entirely consumed the other smuppet its face turns towards the camera. it holds this glare, silently, judging, for an entire minute before the video ends.] #nsfw #nsfwe #gore??














