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Your name is DAVE STRIDER and your ID says you are 22 YEARS OLD, though that might certainly be something like A LIE to get you into certain clubs. But you couldn't care less because you are the SELF PROCLAIMED TIME GUY and a number on a laminated card means nothing to you.
You have a penchant for spinning out UNBELIEVABLY ILL JAMS with your TURNTABLES AND MIXING GEAR. You like to rave about BANDS NO ONE'S EVER HEARD OF BUT YOU.
This is because you are a SO-COOL-IT-BURNS DJ but not so cool that no one has heard of you. You are known for WEARING SUITS DURING YOUR MUSIC SETS FOR IRONIC VALUE.
That was all MONTHS AGO, and since then you have embarked on a STRANGE AND ALTERING ROAD TRIP to New Orleans where you began to dream of OTHER WORLDS PARALLEL TO YOUR OWN. You did a lot of DYING IN VARIOUS METHODS, and sort of shot OFF YOUR GODDAMN ROCKING CHAIR all the way into the head position of MAYOR OF CRAZY TOWN. The plus side is you managed to reach GODTIER this way so congratulations!
Your current whereabouts are unknown.
[ AU Clubstuck Dave Strider RP account/in character blog ]
[ Sometimes things get NSFW, but usually it's more likely to be gore than porn ]
[ Personal blog is scribblepillz which is full of dumb BS ]
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