dear_mun | nervous voice test- possible season 3 spoilers in comments BE GENTLE

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...Well if there's one thing I could hand to you, it would be my gratitude. ..and perhaps a few tissues.

Not many would spend their nights consumed with burning curiosity as to how an epic tale is going to end, only to have that curiosity appeased and their heart cruelly ripped out all in one fell swoop.
But I am touched, really.

So now I'm here! Not a bad gig, unless this is going to be a one-time deal. I've noticed a recurring theme with the rest of those yammering rapscallions in your subconscious, and to be honest I'm not sure if I would like to be trapped in the same room with all of them for too long. Not to mention I've seen more of the inside of a brain than I want to in a lifetime. Max alone is nearly more concentrated energy than one could withstand, so multiplying that by the count of 32 muses is a bit daunting.

...Actually, you're right. That's not a fair comparison. Nobody can compare to Max's level of concentrated energy, though I do mean that in the nicest of ways.

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Aw, thanks Sam! But what about my levels of unconcentrated energy? I usually pay more attention to those!

No problem, little buddy! Personally I think it's more fun when you don't pay attention to your energy and where it's going at all. Sure does make things more adventurous.

And more of a surprise!

The surgeons always have WAY better looks on their faces when they don't know what they're fishing out of some hoodlum's trachea!

You're lucky we didn't get sued for that by the way, Max.

Either way, it's good to see you again. Between everything that's happened over the course of comic strips, the road trip that started it all, three subsequent seasons and an apparent animated series, why....I just don't know what I'd do without you, little pal.

Shouldn't I be the one saying that? After all, YOU'RE the one who turned into a giant electromagnetic monster that I had to blow up horribly!

You'd go on more embarassingly noir-ish rampages and speak in barely applicable metaphors?

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Ahh, right. I keep forgetting my mun missed a good portion of that cutscene when her internet connection spontaneously combusted.

Exactly that! Come to think of it, that was pretty fun. Maybe you should try getting your brain stolen more often so we can have more episodes like that one.

I think that's all part of having an adventure! The emotion, the experience, the way it all ties together...it really is the journey that matters more than the destination, if you ask me.

...But I'm not really sure about about the brain part.

Couldn't have said it better myself. It's not really an adventure until you've thrown in some wacky hi-jinks, death defying stunts, nail biting cliffhangers, and moments so sad it could make any self respecting player cry their eyes out.

The brain just seems to be all part of the job, I'm guessing. I've just chosen to not think about it too much, if I can help it.

Maybe it's just that some jobs work with brains more than others, just like how some jobs work with vampires more than others! The important thing is that it gets done.

If anything, the specifics help make each adventure different from the others. It makes more sense if you were actually part of that adventure, of course.

If adventures didn't have specifics, I think all of the ones I've had would start to bleed together pretty quickly. Though the my adventures are so wildly specific you'd have to be dumb as a post to get them mixed up.

Oh, vampires! Had more than my share of encounters with those fellows, but that's another story for another thread.

We could probably exchange a lot of stories, if we do that later. The vampires back home aren't nice at all, but some of the ones I've met around here...they're very different from what I'm used to.

But I guess just being around places like this count as an adventure or two, doesn't it? It sure feels that way.

Well actually, I've only really met one vampire of any real significance. I'm sure he's nothing like what you're used to, either.

Everything's an adventure! Getting up in the morning, eating breakfast, why- descending into the life of a couch potato could be an adventure if you really tried hard enough.

I hope not. One world of evil vampires is one too many.

I'm sure it can be one, too! I don't have much experience with couches or potatoes, but I'd be glad to help that one work, too!

Oh I didn't say he wasn't evil! But your run of the mill vampire? Now that's another story. Then again, I barely know what run of the mill classifies as these days.

[One would wonder how many teenage girls are convinced that diamond studded blood-suckers are indeed "run of the mill".]

Ahh couchitus potacificus, usually found nestled in the warm cushion crevices of their grandmother's antique sofa, oftentimes festering with food stuffs of questionable origin. It's a sight to behold, believe you me.

(Django's job would probably be much easier if diamond studded blood suckers really were run of the mill. Shameful? Probably, but fairypires present a completely different kind of threat that must be stopped: tween romance.

The Solar Boy listens to the description with noticeable interest. Having never actually heard the term couch potato before, he's inclined to believe that it's a lot more than what it really is.)

It sounds like a mystery wrapped in wonder...but that's probably what the best wonders are like. Can they really be found on any couch?

[Oh boy is Sam going to have fun with this. He chuckles and tips his hat back slightly as he continues, tapping his chin with a look of mock thoughtfulness.]

Well not on every couch, lest we have an epidemic on our hands. Or should I say overpopulation? Either way, I like to keep my confidence in humanity as a whole high by reminding myself that couch potatoes can only exist in perfectly controlled climates.

[He counts off on his fingers.]

Cable, adequate food supply, straight shot from the couch to the bathroom...some people forget about the necessities.

I'm afraid I'm inclined to agree, although it's how he chooses to concentrate such near-limitless energy that so often concerns me.

Aw, you gotta cut Max some slack. Sure he might exert himself in generally provacative ways, but he does mean well. He is part of the Freelance Police. That's gotta count for something, right?

Of course. Even with, as one might say... sometimes disappointing application, his unwavering sense of justice is something that I am, and have always been, truly grateful for. Yet he has so much greater potential than just putting the smackdown on a host of petty criminals... I only wish to help him realize it.

Well who knows. Maybe if you keep trying, some day you'll be able to crack into that fuzzy little brain of his, with which I say best of luck to you....uuh...superego? If you want me to call you that.

Speaking of, what happened to you after Max.....you know? I thought you'd be long gone by now!

[A small shrug.]

Narrator, Super-Ego, I admit I'm not particularly choosy about what I wish to be referred to as. Whatever you are most comfortable with will do, I suppose.
However my mundane is occasionally fond of giving me nicknames, some of which I do enjoy.
"S.E.", in particular.

[He smirks. You're in for a looong story, Sam.]

You're unaware? Well... then I feel it would be against my role as a teller of bizarre, shocking, and ever-loving mind-blowing tales not to recount this particular story, dear Sam.
I'm certain you recall, in Max's final moments, his sudden teleportation to the stars... saving the entire northeastern United States from a shared ultimate fate of fantastic nuclear-psychic explosion, correct?

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Think I'll just stick to Narrator then, if it's all the same.
"S.E."? Heh. That's kinda cute.

[In a weird sort of way.]

Yeah, I remember. That horrific incident will forever be burned into my subconscious and is sure to cause emotional scarring for years to come.
Still, if you're gonna explode, I guess there's no better way to do it than that.

Such is the curse of the writer. After a while, your mind stops being your own, shared amongst the many voices you gather on your way.

...It kinda sucks.

For some strange reason, I feel like my mind was never my own to begin with, but I get what you're saying. I dunno, it's like I'm being.....controlled by something, or someone even. ...Not counting this whole mun thing, of course.

Thought I couldn't be hypnotized anymore, but after everything I've seen I've come to accept the fact that anything can happen, and will happen, in any universe.

But, yeah. It still sucks.

You get that feeling too, huh? I wonder if it's a universal thing.

Though yeah, from what I've seen? Anything is, quite literally, possible.

Wouldn't be too awfully surprised if it was. The fact every word I'm saying is being dictated by someone else's hand isn't surprising me at all right now, come to think of it. In any other situation I might be having an existential crisis.

But I'm sure talking dog-like persons exist in other universes anyway, right? Not like I have too much to worry about.

You would assume so, but I'd have to agree. I frequently have the feeling that decisions of thoughts and actions aren't entirely my own, so this... This isn't too different, or unexpected.

No more unusual than antler-people. At least around here.

Antler-people, huh? Not familiar with your kind, but how do you do?

Yeah, I'm....beginning to notice. Not just up in my mun's brain, but all over this lettery place. Nothing but groups of faceless characters whining about being homeless or about being carted off to a game or something.

Ah yes. The rare and elusive "adventure game" protagonist, don't see many of those nowadays, mostly because game makers are too afraid to so much as tip toe outside their comfort zones less they be mauled by ravenous badgers with razors bladed taped to their foreheads.

Well that's just the pits, isn't it?

Though I'd pay good money to see something like that.

Only 32? There must be at least twice that many in our mundane's accommodations!

Actually there were about 45 individual occupants, including ourselves, last I gathered. That is of course counting alternative instances separately.

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[Groan.]

It is still much too crowded for my liking...

Well look who it is! Looks like you two are still doing the symbiotic thing, huh? How's that working out for you guys?

Ha, 32! Boy oh boy, I'd freakin' hate ta see what this place'd look like if my mun could go a year without breakin' her computer all to pieces. Bitch's made so many journals that not even she's sure how many of us there are any more.

'Ey, whaddaya know... turns out you're in here, too. I mean, not you, but, yanno. Another you.

[She waves her bat in the air as she talks, like it's another limb.]

So anyways, you're a talkin' dog, huh? Eh... that's pretty cool, I guess.

Well you know there's a problem when the one at the controls has lost every bit of sanity she's got left. ...But that's not what you said at all, is it?
Sounds like that would be fun to see, given you overlook the amount of trauma you and everyone else in her brain might have to endure.

Speaking of people living in brains, another me you say? I feel compelled to ask if it's actually an alternate me from a different timeline, or just another of those blasted samulacra. ....Er, dogglegangers. Whatever the darn things are supposed to be.

Where I come from, talking dogs, lagomorphs, rats, statues, dolls, elder gods, brains, and all sorts of other things isn't all that uncommon, actually.

Pff, like I pay attention to what those other weirdos are up to. Includin' that other you. I got more important things to do than keepin' tabs on these other assholes.

... 'cept that Heavy, but that's only 'cause she keeps stealin' my spotlight.

Uh... huh.

[Well then! If he were that other version of himself he's sure he'd feel offended by that.]

Well, sounds like you've got your hands full then. Though I'm not really jockeying for attention here, myself. It seems to come and go in waves from this one. The wave I'm riding just happens to be particularly enormous.

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