Bro Strider

You know, waking up on a rooftop in the middle of Dallas does not seem like such a bad thing after it happens more than once. Like yeah, you're PROBABLY gonna have a wicked sunburn later on, but not now.

You could have woken on the streets instead, kidneys stolen. At least here, there's no chance of that. It's harder to get into an apartment block to kidnap people, after all.

This doesn't explain how you actually got here, by the way, but you'll just blame Paradox Space as usual. It tends to deposit you in narratively interesting situations quite often.

Like now, when you're now being accosted by a pasty white guy in weird sunglasses. He's poking your head with his shoe as we speak.

<font color=f2a400> Bro: "you dead?"</font>