shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

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'Aight I guess.

*Leans forward, plugs in a little USB. Not the one that he has hanging from his belt, of course, that's his 'tail'*

 

[Happy little decidedly non-human trill. Yes good feed him the data stuff.]

 

-exists. Zooms over to the cyborg and cyborg wannabe to sniff them-

 

Izzat a cat?

 

Mi! I´m a mi. What are you?

 

A people. Fukkin DJ mix master Defalt.

 

this rave needed more actual djs man
didnt have any glowsticks or blacklights and yeah thats all well and good but how can you call it a fuckin rave without any god damn music
fucking disgraceful

 

"Well, put some on! You gotta help make your own scene, dude."

 

If it ain't at least a little bit painful to people's sense of shame to listen to I'm blasting your speakers, fam.

 

[dave summons a full mixing setup, which is all color-coordinated in black-red-white because he is vain]

you think i dont walk the fucking walk when it comes to my mad skillz bro im running a fucking marathon on my technical knowledge and sicknasty technique
kill the lights bitches lets have a goddamn party
this aint your grandmas rave no sir dave strider is here and hes going to rock your god damn world
groupies creaming their pants as soon as i do a mic test cause they know whats about to happen

 

Broooooo, pal, hombre, comrade
Stop talking and...
Just do it.
[Scanner cackles madly]

 

-a mi investigates daves mixing setup, accidentally stepping on some button-

 

[he does it]

[there's a fart sound. no one heard that right because he definitely doesn't keep fart noises on hand, nope. dave -gently!- picks up the mi and puts them on his shoulder]

shhh no stepping only ill beats now

 

-the mi is very fluffy because Something Made A Noise at It! It hisses at the mixboard-
Mi!

 

[Scanner's hair pulses light witht he beat of the music and he sways gently from side to side while he listens, eyes closed. Yesssssssssss sound.]

 

[dave would pet it, but his hands are busy; he's shouting a little bit to hear himself]
no
the equipment is good
its the goods if you will
believe in the sampler its not its fault i made it sample a fart
trust it and it will spit out the sickest tunes and only occasionally flatulence

well if that aint one of the coolest things ive seen in a while

 

[He opens one eye again, grinning]
Wouldn't have bothered anchoring LED-strings into my scalp if it wasn't worth it fam.

 

Mi? Sample mi instead.

 

thats cyberpunk as hell i love it
what else can you do do you have any like skeletal mods

[dave stops the music and presses a few buttons, adjusts his headphones so they're all the way on his head, and pulls a microphone out of somewhere]
ok show me what you got i guess
i love using unconventional shit in my mixes it adds something really fuckin special

 

I mean my skeleton is teeeeechnically different from humans but that's just how tfae work. I can turn off my lungs manually lol.
[He stretches out his stupidly creepily long legs (if you look closely they're hard plastic, definitely prostheses) and wiggles his left hand with the spidery fingers, snapping his multitool-grasper-claw where a right hand would go. If you look really really closely you will also note he doesn't actually wear any clothes it's just that parts of his skin are more like black, flexible fiber-armor. This is not a human at all, and the longer you look the less you are sure how much of him is even organic.]