[When Dave's comm turns on, he's sitting on a random curb, wearing jeans and a (mis-buttoned) button-up shirt, with the collar of his Kick-Ass wetsuit just visible underneath. Very stealthy, this one. Actually, it's all very pathetic. He also has some gnarly face wounds that are caked with blood, but he can't seem to be bothered with that right now.]
I know this is probably the first thing everybody says when they show up here and manage to figure out how to work these things, but... What the fuck?!
[note: even though Dave's voice just cracked about an octave higher than it should have, he has in fact gone through puberty. don't be mistaken by the girly wails of protest here.]
Am I dead? Is this some weird city-heaven that the bible never talks about? Man, this is just making me think of the Lovely Bones, and that girl was so dead when she showed up in her fake reality. I really hated that book!
-- Or am I dreaming!? Because I've been drugged with some fucked up you're-actually-in-an-insane-asylum sleep serum that D'amico's men somehow got their hands on, so I never wake up again? That actually doesn't sound too unlike those guys! God, saying it out loud-- That'd be so messed up! [rapidly reaching meltdown status...]
C'mon, somebody's gotta have some straight answers for me. One that's not "you're actually in an untraceable City called 'THE CITY' and it's normal to show up here even though you were handcuffed to a chair five seconds ago" because no - hey - I am not getting sucked into that rumor mill again. I literally only just convinced my girlfriend that I'm not gay, so. Listen, you know what? I don't even need answers, I just... if I could just wake up now? Go home? That'd be cool.