paradisa | 02 | Written

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dirk strider

02 | Written

So, after a few weeks of being here, I finally figured out just what it is this place is missing.
I mean, aside from sense, logic, and a few certain people that would make it bearable.
It has a depressing lack of perky neon plush proboscises and a noticeable absence of plush rumps.
So tell me.
Where can I find some a needle and thread, some fabric and stuffing?
I'm going to fix this egregious error ASAP.
Just in time for Christmas, too.
Out with the fucking nutcrackers, in with the smuppets.

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What sort of information would you be gathering? Spots of interest perhaps?

Yeah, pretty much. And what kind of things can be expected out there. As fun as it would be to wing it, I'd rather not somehow get you killed or otherwise bring you to any lasting harm.

[Aw, you're a good friend Dirk. You do the friend thing well.]

I would probably need someone to reign me in, if my future track record is any indication. But that goes for you too, you know! We would have to look out for each other.

[He tries. He definitely tries.]

I still say you worry too much about that. And yeah, I guess maybe I would need you watchin' my back, if it's too dangerous. Hell, you're the only one I'd really trust to do that.