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A young boy named Bryce who just woke up by a case of discord pings stands in his bedroom. On the 13th of April 2021, one of which is of great importance to you at least. Anyway it is the release date of his favorite webcomic homestuck. They even decided to release it today 413 the day of the blind prophets.
>Bryce look around your room and talk about your hobbies
hobbies include darts, which he is unnecessarily good at and even got a crisp 20$ bill from winning a game. Competitive PC gaming, which you aren't very good at but you believe yourself to be decent. You lift, which you haven't done in a bit, but you know you still got it.
>Bryce What will you do?
>Go check the mail for SBURB.
What do you mean "check the mail for SBURB"? It's a free game? Hell, it's even cross-compatible so you and your non-pc compatible lOsEr friends can co-op.
But that's beside the point. You should check the mail. Like a responsible adult. The truck passed by earlier, so you really should-
Oh, you just got pinged. You should see who it is.
You might as well go and check the mail. As you exit your room and down the hall… Nothing happens. Huh? Dad must be out; he usually greets you when you come out of your room, and you, on principle, do the same.
You have the uneasy feeling that today will be more exhausting than usual ( it's going to be a long day, isn't it? ).
As you step outside you feel it hitting you like a sack of bricks, the overwhelming heat of the day because holy blazes it is hot outside . Is this what it felt like when solid snake went through the Microwave hallway?
>Bryce get the mail
As you wish! Cause you don’t want to be out here any longer. As you reach the mail you grab it all and notice a card and a sylladex? You wonder if you get a strife specibus. Oh well no time for that it’s still hotter than hell out here. Besides you think your shoes have melted, you hope you still have an extra pair.
>Bryce be the other boy
End Act 1 Ch 1