Dirk, if you say it is in any way your fault, I will find a way to kick you in the nuts through my laptop.
That might have been a literal low-blow, but that’s where my mind went too so no take backs.
Again, my first thought was “Nut Kicking Time”
Again, no regrets
In one shot he sees his entire world just shatter before him.
Dirk, if you say it is in any way your fault, I will find a way to kick you in the nuts through my laptop.
That might have been a literal low-blow, but that’s where my mind went too so no take backs.
John, you need to pull Dirk from out of the Glitches. I…get the feeling it is like….Fucking Neverending Story with the Horse dying in some depression mud pits or something(??I don’t know but you get the reference. This^ isn’t really good)
HA! Fat Chance.
While I understand that you want to have time to grieve over the lost of your home, planet, friends, John literally just travel through here to find his own friends and you’re the first person he ran into.
Like HELL he should leave you alone.
Hey Dirk….you alright there buddy? You seem to be….glitchy here.
Please don’t tell me you’re going to try and attack John now.
Well, at least Dirk is receptive to John’s question. So there’s still something.
I wished you guys have meet under better circumstances. I really really do.
It’s funny, the glitches make it look like there is still lights on in the debris.
Oh Dirk…he came too late and everyone’s gone.
Oh God there’s more??
Wait. What is this? I thought this was Rose because of the Sun, but it has a face.
Is this, the statue of the Denizen that Caliborn fought against? Why is this here??
I can’t even begin to parse out the feeling’s here.
How the hell is John going to find the ring now??
I know I feel like I’m missing something, like something important just casually floating like Scratch’s emergency remote or Rose’s manual….But there is just Too Much for me to try and shift through it all.
I can’t even tell if John is going down into Dave’s lava planet, or just going by it. The scope of the destruction is just to vast to decipher.
God was Anything spared?
Can you just imagine the memories that John must be having, just seeing his and his friend’s stuff just casually floating by?
This is like, walking through graveyard or warzone or the aftermath of a disaster. I mean, I know that it is all three in context, but it’s like…from John’s perspective you know something happened, and yet it feels like you shouldn’t touch anything because it would…defile the place somehow. Like an outsider looking in.
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