Be the Cool Kid.
Your name: Dave Strider. Your thoughts are barely audible due to the crowd shouting your so coll name. You realize: you are now a true cool kid, the best of the best. The coolest of the cool. If there was a Cool Kid Hall of Fame you would have been in it long ago. But now they could put "Legendary Sick Beats God McSquesalicious" or some shit under your framed 18 foot tall picture in gold plating.
You stop your cool train of thought when you finally realize that people in the crowd were throwing underpants and the occasional bra.
You avoid them as best you can until they start piling up and begin to smother you.
You cough and it's pretty obvious that your sick dream is over.
One of Bro's smuppets is all in your face and of course, ass side down.
Groaning, you throw the stupid thing, barely missing your laptop.
You sit up and look at your alarm clock, 9:17 AM. Shit, even earlier than yesterday.
Lately you haven't been getting as much sleep as you normally do, and instead of being a rock the smallest things wake you up now.
You slowly get out of bed, wincing. Not only does your hip still hurt, your head doesn't feel to great either. Stretching, you walk into the living room and then the kitchen. Bro isn't anywhere to be found. You open the fridge and grab some apple juice.
Out of the corner of your eye you see a piece of paper. You grab it and in a sloppy (yet neat in the most ironic sense) penmanship your Bro left you a simple message, "Prepare. 12:42 pm."
Shit. Is strifing all he fucking thinks about?
Smuppets and Strifing.
You walk back from the kitchen with the sweet aj in your hand.
You plop yourself down at your computer chair and see you have a message.
ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 8:55 - -
EB: morning dave!
You smile a little at your morning message. Everyday he says good morning or something like that and for some weird reason (which you'd rather not think about about) it always makes you feel better. Anyway, don't you think you should answer your bestfriend?
TG: sup john
EB: oh nothing much. what about you?
TG: drinking some aj like its fucking christmas up in here
EB: haha
EB: so how's your day been?
TG: alright i guess. woke up to puppet ass in my face.
EB: oh...
EB: well that's not a great way to wake up.
TG: you talk to anyone else today
EB: no i don't think anyone else is up...
EB: i'm kinda surprised you're up!
TG: yeah well ive been having problems sleeping lately
EB: you should get up around this time everyday!
TG: why
EB: because then i wouldn't have to wait hours to talk to you!
EB: oh shit sorry dave i gotta go. talk to you later!
ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 9:49 - -
TG: okay egbert
You linger at his last messages and sometimes, (like now) you really just want to smack him.
First, he leads you on then he shows no interest in your person in that way. Little fucker, you think.
Standing and holding your left hip you partly hobble to the couch where you flop yourself on to. Extending your right hand to grab the remote, once in your hand you turn on the TV and try your best to find something to watch.
Oh well, if you're gonna get your ass handed to you might as well chill now.