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"You know, you seem like a pretty straight forward kid, but I still can't figure you out," Bro says. "What do you mean?" You reply, and your voice sounds small and strained. "I mean one minute you're cuddlin' with my kid brother on the couch, making the most sincere 3rd grade moves on him, and the next you're blushin' and battin' your eyelashes at me like an anime schoolgirl."

Bạn là Dirk Strider, được giao nhiệm vụ chiến đấu chống lại lũ quỷ của Derse trong một thế giới mà mọi người đều sở hữu sức mạnh siêu nhiên. Bạn có thể tiếp tục cuộc chiến và bằng cách nào đó khiến Jake English, kẻ ngây thơ, nhận ra tình cảm của bạn dành cho cậu ấy không? Có. Chắc chắn bạn làm được.

Sometimes you wonder if everyone would have been better off if you had never been born at all.

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my Bro decided that I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, did nothing but mix new beats at my turntables, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my free time to thinking about death. No shit, I told him. Nearly dying could do that to a man. Or, that one fic that will leave no tear unshed or heart intact because pain is good I'm a bad person and we all know where this is going.