#thestridebackmachine

[ghoulishtrickster-blog]

sexxxxxxxxx!

>Smile at all three other guys in the room.

[orphiste-blog]

> Be Past Rose.

There's a nauseating feeling in your stomach as you see it happen.  You're no ascended Seer, but you can already tell when Jack goes for you first that something's not right.  John stands beside you, and when he notices that you're about to have your stomach turned inside out by a terrifically long, pitch black blade, he steps in.  It's just like him, you think in the split second you even have to think, to engage in pointless and foolish heroics.

As Jack sinks his scimitar into John, who has just managed to bring himself in its path, protecting you from the worst, the word sinks into you.  Heroic.  The moments pass like eons, and you ready your wands with the terrible knowledge that John is dead.  He's dead once again, and you were powerless to stop it.  As the seconds slough off the clock and he turns his gaze to you in a manner you cannot describe as anything but cold, analytical, and sickeningly predatory, you choose, once again, to cast away the petty lacquer of human emotion.  Human emotion has only complicated matters; it certainly did when you scried the vagaries of space-time, only to find your mother's corpse draped elegantly against the ornaments of the Skaian palace.

So now, you reject it.

Your heart stiffens, and for a minute, the two of you stand in blissful, agonizing détente.  Jack looms, his darkness immediate, compact, and dreadful.  But the blackness that you have become is a Cimmerian shade, a roiling fog whose crepuscular tendrils envelop not only the world around you but also soak inwards into your soul, winding around it and squeezing out anything but the mandate spilling through the narrow sliver of consciousness that remains: to annihilate this usurper, and to play out this game of chess turned on its side.  The goal, you knew, was not to defeat the King, but to bring the two of you to the brink and beyond: to the very end of him, and the very end of you.

The fight wears on, and you take flight, trading blow for blow, and as the dawn of your defeat begins leaching away the strands of dusk that have tugged at your heart, directing it as if Those Beyond were some manner of spectral puppetmasters, your rage, too, fades. Only your struggle for survival keeps you clinging to life as long as you do, but in time, with an explosive flash of green rippling across the cosmos, you draw your final breath.

In death, you are a peaceful thing.  The whispers of the Noble Circle promised you a respite from the onslaught of your greatest fear, the insidious chemicals of puberty twisting you out of shape and into someone you didn't recognize.  Your delicate ash-grey frame is all of these wishes made manifest, the blank white eyes and cinereal skin the small price, in your eyes, that you had to pay.

There you'd lay until someone else could save you with the breath of life.

One thing was for certain: it wouldn't be John.

[ectobiologistegbert]

thestridebackmachine replied to your post: i think i’m gonna get drunk.

why

des a man ned a reason to haev a lil boobs in here?

[brevistyla-blog]

thestridebackmachine started following you

i have a thing for peeing my pants and slenderman.

i think that means i have a tentacle fetish.

i also masturbated to pokemon when i was 13.

[nephelomaniac]

thestridebackmachine replied to your post: fuck, it triggered my possessiveness again.

dang remind me not to share beats with you

you can share stuff with me. it's not like i am going to bite your head off!

[tenaciousgallant-archive]

ok so heres the huge ass list of people who just followed me role call

gr4tu1touscolor1ng

thestridebackmachine

nepetamakara

sbahjspecibus

tyrannoustragedy

dieudutemps

thanks for following me you all get a celebratory fist bump and complimentary thumbs up

tell me something interesting about you

[orphiste-blog]

What did you think of Mother's alcoholic duck fiasco?

[ghoulishtrickster-blog]

thestridebackmachine replied to your post: …maybe i should try to make some normal...

dont be dave strider

but i'm already just about halfway there!

plus you guys all seem to have a ton of friends.

[egbertianantics-blog]

((I know so many Daves that are like the definition of quality theotherdavestrider, th3knightoftime, anachronictechexpert, pantsdick, thestridebackmachine

i can't even list them all i'm just gonna curl up in the corner now))

[ectobiologistegbert]

bonsoir!

je m'appelle dave et j'ai un petit cactus dont le nom est «lil p» avec lequel j'aime m'enculer.

[quellazaires-blog]

Looks like I've started to attract a following.

Hello to the few of you who decided to join me. I'd introduce myself, but if you're here you probably already know who I am. Instead, I ask who you are, and what brought you here.

[moreglubbinchances]

firstly im hungry noww 

kas you better like pizza

secondly regardin howw pizza could be a trigger hello my name is indigo montoya

you killed my family

prepare to be burnt