So basically you're a 90s antihero who can't get too close to others for their own safety, except with maybe fifty percent less edge. [But only fifty percent. He's still working a kind of casual teenage mad scientist look.
Davesprite waves a hand a bit at the questions.] Dude, you're lucky I even remember any of this. But it was the sprite kernel - the thing the bits went into. It was bright fuck-off orange, don't ask me why because I didn't remember that much.
[He remembered what things were as soon as he saw them again, but beyond that they're still pretty enigmatic in his mind. He could put a name to the kernel, but nothing else beyond what he saw in that memory.]
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Davesprite waves a hand a bit at the questions.] Dude, you're lucky I even remember any of this. But it was the sprite kernel - the thing the bits went into. It was bright fuck-off orange, don't ask me why because I didn't remember that much.
[He remembered what things were as soon as he saw them again, but beyond that they're still pretty enigmatic in his mind. He could put a name to the kernel, but nothing else beyond what he saw in that memory.]