Yes Florida man won, also here's an update:
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Dirt heroically push the shooter out of the way, even though he's bleeding out and has barely seconds left. Yet, yet, he used his dying breath to save the life of the one to kill him. Truly, what a hero. Waking up, the first thing Dirt notice is the whiteness that surrounds him. The next thing he notices is that he's floating with no sense of direction. Is this how the afterlife looks like? How boring.
"Hey Dirt wake up" a strangely female voice called. Followed by fingers digging into his cheeks as something or someone blows raspberries.
'God the smell, just like in Vietnam ...I love the smell of napalm in the morning, smells like victory?' thought Dirt.
Then he realized, wait. This wasn't napalm at all.
"Hello stranger!" Yells a blue hair girl wearing a skirt way too short to be decent. Dirt was about to reply back, but then he noticed that the strange girl who had greeted him had just tripped on thin air. And was currently falling towards him. Dirt being the heroic hero that has ever heroed, valiantly broke her fall by applying his face to her chest. All according to keikaku, he said to himself as he perfectly placed his face right on her chest, arresting her fall with minimal effort.
T/N: 'Keikaku' means plan.
Of course, minimal effort did not mean minimal pain as he was tackled into the Metal Gear behind him.
"Get in the damn robot Dirt." The spectacle wearing revolver ocelot said as he brandish his pistols at Dirt while adjusting his glasses.
"Wait, wait, wait, you're already breaking the story, just wait a sec before you go meta again, alright? I'll explain what's going on then you can do your Dirt things later," he heard the strange woman shout to him just as the Metal Gear and Revolver Ocelot dissapeared into thin air.
Dirt looked behind him at the empty air behind him and then at the woman again before speaking, "What the fuck is the Afterlife's problem?"
The woman seemed vaguely offended, "What's your problem? Bringing in Metal Gear and Evangelion into an EMPTY SPACE within a few sentences of starting the story. I haven't even done any exposition yet! Why am I here as a ROB if I can't expose information to you needlessly!"
"And don't worry about that purple haired pudding weirdo over there, she's usually harmless unless she's playing with swords again."
"What's that supposed to mean? What's a ROB?" even a hero as almighty as Dirt can't know everything, and as much as it ashamed him, he needed to gain more information.
"I knew I should had let Q handled this." She mutters.
"Lady, none of this shit makes sense, so could you at least introduce yourself before I wander off somewhere more interesting?" grouched Dirt.
"What? No, no, that's not how a Quest is supposed to go. Remember when I said you can hold back your meta powers, like, a few sentences ago? Yeah, you can use them now. Vote for your next action so I can continue hearing my lovely voice and overthrow your position as the protagonist of this quest," the strange woman addresses Dirt after muttering her greviances.
[] Biggatons
[] Bandwagon
[] Waifu them
[] Hard Man Making Hard Decisions While Hard
[] Why aren't you seeking help?
[] Open the locker, and your world shatters away. You blink with bleary eyes, looking up at a man with brown hair whose eyes glint with some mysterious emotion you can't describe. He walks past you, and whispers a sentence that chills your bones. Since when, he hisses like a snake before it strikes, Were you under the impression I wasn't already using my Zanpakuto?
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Co-MetaQuest GM: Yes this is the result for Florida-manning