Was just musing to myself while driving. I often just dig at concepts and ideas while doing random things and try to think up metaphors and the like. One that hit me today was 'life = frozen wasteland' and it felt like something Shadow Rose from my fic would say so I thought I'd grab the gist of the concept and put it up here. Enjoy this little vignette of nothingness.
"Do you understand what life is?" said the Shadow Rose, her chill spreading across the room, "Do you even have any concrete philosophy on how to approach life and your understanding of what it all means? I don't think that you do. You blunder about stupidly in distressing ignorance of the absolute pointlessness of everything around you. Life is being born into a cold, deserted, unforgiving tundra. You are given food and water and are surrounded by others; in many ways tricked by comfort into neglecting the true despair of what it is you've just been forced into. It doesn't matter what you do; what you may say or think or dream. The stark reality that faces you is a slow, prolonged death. Whatever you may try, the result is the same; a frozen corpse left to decay in wretchedness. You may eat and drink if you want; they only serve as a deviation from your suffering. You may cling to others for warmth; the heat from your body serving to fight back against the bitter cold surrounding you. You are given clothes to wear to help fight off the coldness; crude means of delaying the inevitable. Those filled with hatred and fear may grab others' clothing. A desperate tactic driven by an unwillingness to face the true bleakness of the situation. Some may share; the foolish and wise may even surrender their clothes willingly to prolong what little life may cling to those around them in place of their own. All attempts more pointless than the last. Life is nothing more than a screaming freeze which prevents you from sleeping. A crawl towards death fraught with pain and suffering."
Last edited by Shadow of the Lotus; 07-28-2010 at 11:00 PM.
You guys have drawn me in with your amazing fanfiction, so I made an account so I could post.
I have yet to be inspired to write anything but my God whoever was writing those SS/DD/HB/CD ones (I can't remember any names cause I was reading on my phone last night when I saw them, I believe it was Lotus? >w<) is just fghfgfhj. I mean that in the best way possible.
But now I can't find anymore with them in it. </3 GodI'msuchanaddict.
I don't really know what the point of my post was. So yeah. I'll just crawl back to silently lurking, I suppose?
You are in luck! Here we are in the middle of making a FAN-FICTION ARCHIVE
Perhaps you may find more there?
And I believe you are referring to the Radio Logs. Because Its Midnight?
Those were made by I-Gor and Mr. Diskette.
They also did three wonderful Troll-Logs.
I hope you post here more oftern~
I have a request.
Could someone write Persona3 or Persona4 with the trolls as the main characters?
It would be much appreciated.
okay I was going to fill this prompt except I realized that I don't like writing the trolls. so then I realized that I would love to write this with the kids.
so really I'm not only not filling your prompt, but I'm stealing your idea for myself and turning it into something you don't want. holy crap I'm a douchebag! sorry, man.
the path was closed, part one. wouldn't it be better this way?
August 29, 2012
The dreams don't happen often, but enough that John's always a little unsettled when he turns in for the night, and it's been that way since he was little. It's nothing he can put his finger on, really. Some people don't like spiders, some people don't like water. John doesn't like sleeping. One reason is as good as any.
When he dreams, it's of bullets and blue velvet, a story in words he doesn't know yet, a woman's voice singing elegant and sweet all the notes he's ever hummed alone in his bedroom. He dreams of butterflies, of faces and names and rumors, purpose in the dark and promises he hasn't made. He dreams of heavy curtains and a night club stage. He dreams of elevators and limousines, whispers of light and fog and the numbing vibration of motion without meaning. He thinks he might have been here before, when he was still wearing red glasses and spiderwebs. When black and ageless eyes gut him open, it feels like freedom, like draining a blister, and out pours a hundred people he isn't. was. could have been. might yet be. There's no room in the person he is now for yellow coats and headphones, for aviators and knitting needles.
He dreams of silver screen flashes of the end of the world; he dreams of blood and blonde hair, of hollow victory and an ultimatum better than he could've hoped for. When he steps out of those halls of gossamer blue, he'll forget, as he must always forget, because he cannot do anything but honor his own solemn word. It's what she'd liked most about him, he remembers, until he remembers that it's a sin.
John wakes before the rest of the world to the yellow cast of sodium vapor lamps and a headache that throbs in the base of his skull. And like fillings picking up the tinny murmur of radio signals, he hears something else, too--it might be a voice, in the way it runs through the valleys and mountains of pitch, or it might be the random scatter of sound clinked out by windchimes in a storm. There's something in it that makes him a little nostalgic and he doesn't know why.
It's too early and he already feels like he's halfway through a marathon, but he won't go back to sleep. It's always the same, on these days: he lays out his clothes, brushes his teeth, showers until the water goes cold, and waits until he smells his father cooking breakfast. He hums in the shower today, the same song he's been humming since forever, and thinks about committing it to paper after he's dried his hair. He works on leftover biology homework instead.
By the time it's 6 and his alarm cranks out its grating digital protest, he's already shutting his textbook and scratching the back of his neck, awake for hours. The headache--that feeling of something trying to burst out--is gone, along with the low buzz that likes to sit somewhere behind his eyes. The sense of loss is inexplicable. He should be glad he didn't need to take anything for it, like he sometimes has to.
It was probably nothing anyway, John figures, like it always is. The dead morning hours do funny things to his head.
[ETA: WHOOPS GUESS IT'S NOT THE FIC THREAD'S BIRTHDAY WELL HAVE SOME ART ANYWAY]
GUESS WHAT GUYS. I JUST WASTED SPENT THE NIGHT MAKING TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE FANART FOR YOUR STUFF. BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU. THESE ARE THE ITCHY SWEATERS OF THE FIC THREAD'S BIRTHDAY. WOVEN WITH LOVE, AND ALSO ASBESTOS. This is not comprehensive of my favorite writers or anything, it's just the stuff I thought of before midnight. (fic name in img url so you can guess what's what):
Guys, I love you forever. Keep the zazzerslash flame alive!!
Last edited by nextian; 07-29-2010 at 02:21 AM.
Reason: because i actually managed not to notice that today wasn't the anniversary
[ETA: WHOOPS GUESS IT'S NOT THE FIC THREAD'S BIRTHDAY WELL HAVE SOME ART ANYWAY]
GUESS WHAT GUYS. I JUST WASTED SPENT THE NIGHT MAKING TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE FANART FOR YOUR STUFF. BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU. THESE ARE THE ITCHY SWEATERS OF THE FIC THREAD'S BIRTHDAY. WOVEN WITH LOVE, AND ALSO ASBESTOS. This is not comprehensive of my favorite writers or anything, it's just the stuff I thought of before midnight. (fic name in img url so you can guess what's what):
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Guys, I love you forever. Keep the zazzerslash flame alive!!
I love forever for saying that.
No matter what I do in the forums from this point on. That is my favorite thing.
I could contribute the idea to the next MSPA.
And I would still say that that word is my most significant contribution to this entire forum.
ZAZZERSLASH
Also, this reminds me that I have like one day to not suck at writing.
Also, Nextian that is better than I can do!
Also, very fun game
MATCH THE ART TO THE FIC
First post to have all of the numbers with the appropriate title next to it, gets a slave task done by me.
Editing your posts invalidates it.
If teo people post within like a few minutes of each other, you both win(less than 7).
And maybe more things if someone with talent want to offer something.
(slavework includes....
Avatar resizin, text formattin, other bs like that)
Also, just in case you get any ideas.... nextian is not eligible for this.
She automatically gets slave tasks for posting this.
So PM me with any slave tasks you want me to do~
@Sarasvati: I OWN THE RITES TO DA STROY BLUH BLUH
Seriously though, I don't care if you use my idea! In fact, I'd prefer that you continue like this!
(DO IT. CONTINUE. DO IT NAO.)
Oof, I have not been around long enough to really appreciate the one year anniversary, but I just finished this and also want to celebrate everyone else's work! YAY EVERYONE! TEAM FRIENDLINESS! You are all so hot my last computer melted!
So yeah I'll take donations for a new one since you guys basically owe me.
Karkat/Sollux: A Story With A Long Title To Try And Make A Joke About Troll Movies That Explains The Plot In An Excessive Way: Karkat And Sollux Are In The Veil Now And I Guess They're Gonna Die Length and language warnings.
Actual title: Tangle
(I realize this follows an annoyingly similar format as my other Karkat/Sollux fic -- argument --> awkwardness --> abrupt end -- but I started doing this one first and the other one came about as a sort of shorter, similar, intermission piece. So they're very related. But also I'm just not very creative, I guess!)
There was a smashed keyboard on the floor. Sollux grimaced at it. Some of those keys were hard to come by, with all these idiots tearing shit apart all the time. He figured he was up to a 5 crucial-component-loss per hour now. He blamed himself for letting Gamzee help untangle the network cables earlier, though. He should have known that Gamzee would end up wrapping himself in the cords, donning them like some technological strait-jacket, before he whimsically wandered off into the lab, only to reemerge hours later without a cord in sight and with no recollection of where they might have gone. It was so obvious that he would do that. Stupid, Sollux. Stupid.
He approached the mess, ignoring the fever pitch of noise around him. He could see a "G" near the crevice between the wall and the floor, balancing precipitously on the edge. An “enter” key was dangerously close to Vriska’s feet. He knew how prone she was to stepping on things, and then relieving her anger at the inanimate object by hurling it at a nearby wall. He would have to work fast. Sollux reached down to pick up the largest chunk of molested technology, when a heavy crunch snapped him out of his mission.
"Stop throwing things!" Tavros cried. He was clumsily rushing away from the scene on his monstrous new metal appendages. Made of heavy metal with noisy joints and a bright, reflective surface, the robotic legs lacked any semblance of grace from the start, and now attached to the body of a terribly uncoordinated individual such as Tavros, they seemed to be more of a cruel trick from Equius rather than a gift for Tavros. One of the metal hooves had smashed directly into the largest intact piece Sollux had hoped to salvage. The clattering reverberations went unheard in the cacophony of arguments filling the room.
Sollux landed on his rear as his hand recoiled from nearly meeting its end in a mess of crushing technology. Tavros continued to flee, unaware of the damage he had caused. An "F6" key was lodged in the underside of his foot. Sollux frowned.
“What ancient, vengeful god’s bowl of morning grain pellets did I piss into to deserve such an unjust death?” Karkat asked dramatically from the other side of the central room.
“If I have to ask you to stop talking like that again,” said Equius, posing in front of Nepeta who was cowering slightly, “This conversation will get quite messy.”
“How are the electrical impulses that your shriveled braincenter is supposed to create even strong enough to expand and contract your airsacs? You should be suffocating from your own stupidity!”
Terezi was laughing from her seat as she listened to the spectacle. Terezi was always laughing, though. The sound had become background noise to most of the trolls by this point. Sollux stood up and walked to the sidelines. He certainly wasn’t going to watch Karkat’s most recent meltdown from behind the aggressing strongman.
Equius only stared back at Karkat. The argument wasn't even between them, but he had stepped in to stand up for Nepeta. She had become a bit on edge lately, afraid of the predictions that they were soon to meet their end, and had tried to distract Karkat when he began to show signs of another meltdown regarding it. However, Karkat apparently wasn’t the type to employ role-playing as a means of therapy. She promptly received the pointy end of a highly energized rant-stick concerning her own death.
Equius’ dreaded entrance into the fight was enough to prompt a keyboard to sail through the air toward the duo. He easily smashed it down mid-air in a show of force against the assailant, sending keys and pieces flying toward the remaining Trolls, who all began yelling at Karkat.
"All of you are so insane, oh my god!" Karkat's hands were on his head as though he had to hold in the incredulity. "You WOULD side with ignoring reality in favor of playing in a Troll-sized litter box, Zahak! I guess I forgot for a second how you are the creepiest, musclebeast-schlong-loving, robot-punching, dead-girl-fondling shitstain here!”
"If you want to fight, Vantas, we can fight." Equius said with his chest puffed out slightly.
"No way, dude!" Karkat held his hands up in front of him, recoiling slightly. "I wouldn’t touch you if my fucking life depended on it! I could be falling into a fucking black hole and if your hand was the only thing I could grab onto to save my life, I would propel myself away from you with my own vomit into the fucking hole of death behind me!”
Gamzee laughed from his terminal's chair. Karkat's eyes darted to him. "Don’t you say a word! You know you are the pick of the fucking insanity crop here!”
“Aw, dude--” Gamzee began, smiling at what he no doubt perceived as a friendly jab from his friendliest friend in the room full of friends.
“NO MORE WORDS,” Karkat commanded, pointing at him, as though that alone would control the … well, easily controllable and slightly-touched Troll.
“Oh, you are an absolute delight,” Vriska said, taking a step away from her terminal and narrowly missing the enter key that was poised to embed itself in her foot. “We should put on a show. One night only! Karkat Vantas flips the fuck out!”
“One night only would be a relief,” Equius said, staring down Karkat from his defensive position. “I think this show has run its course.”
“Think of the boondollars we would rake in from all the masochists!” Vriska continued. “And once he’s let out all his hot gas, we could put Sollux up to gleefully absorb the crowd’s insults! A sadist's paradise, too!”
Sollux made no attempt to rebuff the girl. He wasn’t about to enter the fray over something so trivial, and, he thought, so true.
“N-No, we should!” Nepeta perked up from behind her dangerously strong bodyguard. “We should put on a show! I mean, not for the weirdo masochists or anything, but if we put on a big show it would make everyone feel better!”
“Nepeta,” Equius began, refusing to look away from Karkat, as though he presented some sort of realistic threat.
“I’ll make it fun” she went on, “that way people won’t be all ‘BLARRR why is that dude so angry he is totally bumming me out!’ they’ll be like ‘Oh my gosh this is the most intense story ever, I wonder what’s going to happen to the adorable cubs, will they find their way home before dinner?!’ It will be a really fun distraction and everyone totally needs to be cheered up around here!”
“Aw yeah,” said Gamzee, “Tavros and I can have a part too. You know we got the illest rhymes this side of the motherfuckin’ Medium.”
“OK, PLEASE,” Karkat yelled, “PLEASE STOP. PLEASE STOP GIVING ME MORE REASONS TO HATE YOU ALL.”
“The motherfuckin Makara, all up in this bitch,” Gamzee began, pumping his head to a beat no one else heard, “Shit’s so tight, you know he gettin’ rich—“
“WHOA!” Vriska interrupted, “You stop that right now. I really don’t want to have to take Karkat’s side in anything, even if it’s being disgusted by your shitty rap!”
“WOW,” Karkat continued. “MAYBE I’M ALREADY DEAD AND THIS IS TROLL-HEAVEN? THAT’S JUST ABOUT THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THESE AWESOME PEOPLE I’M SURROUNDED BY.”
“Calm yourself,” Equius said in his most commanding voice. “We don’t need your attitude right now.”
Karkat’s eyes were wide. “ATTITUDE? YOU THINK THIS IS ATTITUDE? THIS IS ME HATING YOUR BLUE GUTS. WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE AND THE LAST THING I AM GOING TO SEE IS YOUR MUSCLEBEAST MILK MOUSTACHE. THAT IS BASICALLY WORSE THAN THE ACTUAL DYING PART.”
“Stop saying that!” Nepeta pleaded, covering her ears, her cheeriness gone in an instant. “Stop talking about how we’re going to die! You don’t know that!”
“Think about it,” Karkat said. “It’s like the ULTIMATE ROLEPLAY. You’ll be a dead cat’s carcass for all eternity!”
“Karkat!” Equius yelled as Nepeta looked to the ground, a sad expression forming on her face. “I already said we don’t need your attitude right now! Back off before I have to make you!”
Karkat let out a frustrated growl. “SERIOUSLY? FUCK YOU,” he yelled back at Equius. ”FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU," he repeated as he looked at Gamzee and Vriska, passing over the entire room, “FUCK YOU AND YOU, FUCK YOU IN THE CORNER, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK ESPECIALLY YOU," he said at Terezi, who was still laughing at him.
He let out one final anguished groan, his hands pulling at his face in typical, elaborated melodrama, and stormed out of the central room. Though he was always angry, Sollux knew this outburst had more to it than usual. Nepeta didn’t normally receive such directly harsh words. There was something else going on, and Sollux knew what it was.
A welcome quiet rose back up, and suddenly Terezi's laughter became noticeable. A few loud metal clangs came from the door opposite the one Karkat had steamrolled out of.
"Did he leave?” Tavros asked.
"Yeah." Vriska said, sighing. "He left. What a moron. Good thing we're all gonna die and we don't have to listen his bullshit anymore, right guys?!"
No one responded. Vriska's sarcasm was also wearing thin as the trolls' collective futures grew dimmer.
"Oh, fuck you all," she moaned, rolling her eyes. She turned to walk back to her terminal, stepping directly on the enter key. Sollux reached out toward it feebly, far too late. “SHIT!” she cried, hopping around in a manner all-too-familiar. “FUCK. WHAT THE HELL?! MOTHER—ARRGH!” She ripped it away from her foot and threw it violently at the wall. It bounced and disappeared behind a nearby terminal. Sollux frowned and let his arm drop back to his side.
Slowly but surely the remaining trolls turned their attentions back to various activities. Tavros came out of hiding, clanging all the way to Nepeta, who was looking depressingly pathetic as she stared at the ground. Tavros put a hand on her shoulder and directed her to Gamzee’s terminal, no doubt to discuss and expand upon his alleged sick rhymes. Vriska scowled at them. Equius went through his ritual to calm himself down from bracing for a fight. He rubbed his muscles. Sollux thought he could see him whispering to his biceps.
“A role-playing rap battle!” He overheard Tavros cheer.
“Oh shit yeah my brother!”
Nepeta resumed her usual glowing as she was welcomed into the horrific display of personality defects. My, what a wonderful time to leave.
Sollux turned his own attention back to the keyboard on the ground. Someone else could deal with it, he figured. It was a lost cause. He glanced around the room, noting each of his friend's activities. They were all occupied, or at least didn't seem to notice him. Sollux quietly walked toward the exit, entering the quiet corridors of the meteor's lab, leaving behind Terezi’s now-echoing laughter and the sound of three Trolls awkwardly attempting to rhyme.
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The hallways echoed his footsteps softly. The silence of the labs always bothered him, and he was certain he wasn't alone in his sentiment. All the trolls gathered in the central room not out of camaraderie, but because being alone in this place, with the burden of your impending death upon you, was simply too much to handle. Often Karkat's rants were a welcome distraction. When they focused on the truth of their plight, however...
It wasn't a long walk to the empty room Karkat frequently visited. It was a bit of a relief to Sollux to see Karkat there, in the same spot he often disappeared to these days when angry. It was almost like a constant in his life. That was nice.
Karkat was staring out into the Veil through a large, plate-glass window. It had become difficult for any of them to see the beauty there anymore. Sollux approached without hesitation and sat down cross-legged next to him, following his gaze out into space. Karkat exhaled a long, quiet growl, as if to indicate that yes, he was still angry, and had clearly come there to cool off.
"What do you want? Are you going to plead with me to stop being morbid and go apologize for hurting the freak show’s feelings?"
“Of course not."
"You could easily defect to the fucking psycho team of insanity at any second, you know. You’re pretty fucked up too. You’re like a ticking time bomb of neuroses waiting to go off in my face.”
Sollux only nodded, still watching the neighboring meteors outside. Karkat stared at him intently for a moment, waiting for a retort. When none came, he grunted angrily and turned back to the window.
The two trolls sat side by side, looking out into the beyond, in silence. It was a long time before either of them spoke again.
"OK, fine!” Karkat threw his hands up. “Since you’re so desperate for me to, I’ll ask! Why did you follow me here, Sollux?"
Sollux shrugged. "You're easy to figure out."
Karkat stared at him, mouth agape, as though the insanity of Sollux’s statement spoke for itself. Apparently it didn’t. "What?! You figured me out? What the hell does that mean?! You can't even figure your own shit out!"
Sollux let out a short laugh. “That's true. I guess it's always easier to just figure other people out, that way you don’t have to face up to your own problems.”
Even though he couldn’t see it, Sollux was sure he was rolling his eyes. “Yeah, Sollux, you must have me all figured out since you clearly knew that I walked all the way over here just so you’d follow and I could listen to you babble on about incredibly stupid shit. Wow you are so talented. I can barely contain my awe. "
Sollux turned to face him for the first time. They were surprisingly close. Karkat's angry expression fell away at the confrontation. He blinked and turned back to the window, slightly embarrassed.
"You're not always angry, KK," Sollux stated, "even though it seems like it. It's easy to be angry, though. And I think easy can be good -- especially during bullshit times like these."
Karkat was still looking through the window. He remained silent, but scrunched his up face to express his distaste for the conversation.
"I mean, I know you really do get angry a lot, but I also know that a lot of those times you're just covering up for some other emotion that you don’t have the guts to own up to."
"Oh, my god! Are you really going to talk to me about emotions?!" Karkat snapped. "Jegus, Sollux, you're going to stink up the whole lab with this hypocrisy. Yes, let’s talk about emotions with the most stable person ever!"
"Just because I'm fucked up doesn’t mean that you’re not, shitpirate!" It was an unintended snap. Sollux had a lot of those.
Karkat sighed dramatically. "So then what did you follow me out here to say exactly? Please tell me before I fucking die of anticipation and interest!"
"I didn't come out to say anything!” Sollux yelled. He bit his tongue hard, trying to remain calm. “ ... I’m just explaining how I knew to come out here."
Karkat stared at him with an exasperated expression. "You are so lame."
Sollux turned his attention away from his friend, struggling to regain his composure. “You’re scared."
Karkat’s hair seemed to stand up on end as his eyes went wide. "What?! I’m not scared!"
The outburst did little to break Sollux' gaze into the Veil. Karkat continued to stare at him, eyes wide with anger. His words hung in the silent room. The bifurcated troll at his side seemed to ignore him, and finally Karkat turned away, his face predictably angry. As they sat there, Karkat's expression relaxed slowly, until his eyes fell to the ground in front of him, listless.
"How do you deal with it, then?" He asked, his voice heavy with frustration.
"I don't," was Sollux's response. “Obviously!” He snorted a bit, thinking over his own words, but his slight smile melted away when Karkat didn’t respond to the humor. Steadying his gaze once more, Sollux took a deep breath. "I guess, when I see you take it so hard it makes it more difficult to get wrapped up in my own emotions. When I’m left to my own devices I start going crazy over it. Focusing on something else has always helped even me out."
"Well that's great for you; I am really so unbearably happy that I could be of some service to you! WOW! SO glad that my suffering makes this all more tolerable for you! If only I really was scared, then I would really be helping you, huh? Well I’m really sorry, Sollux, but I’m not!”
"I am."
Karkat opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came. He turned away. The room fell silent once more as the two Trolls sat by each other, slowly thinking over their own demise.
Sollux was the first to speak. "Like I said, you're not that difficult to figure out."
Karkat emphatically let out what seemed like his last burst of energy. "OK! So you figured me out! Congratulations! I will arrange to have a fucking ticker-tape parade for you back on Alternia -- Oh wait, our home planet is fucking dead and we are on a meteor waiting for our own unjust deaths. Wow, Sollux, why the hell did you follow me out here, just to bug the shit out of me!?"
Sollux shook his head, trying his best not to give into Karkat's taunts. "Look, your personality is annoying. I mean, you are basically a huge sphincter independent of any sort of digestive tract yet you still manage to spew out excrement at every available opportunity.” Karkat let his head loll slightly, trying to emphasize his annoyance with Sollux’ words. “But,” he continued, “it's not like your feelings matter any less than anyone else's, even if you do think that covering them up with anger all the time is the best way to cope."
Karkat’s body language returned to neutral at his friend’s words. He had no response. Karkat’s anger had finally been worn down to listless frustration.
"I don't want to die, either," Sollux said softly. "I think it's acceptable to be scared right now."
"I'm not ... " Karkat's hands dropped limply to his lap. He stared down into them, tired. He looked sick, exhausted. Sollux watched his friend’s predicable façade change into something he had never seen. He looked upset. Anxiety began to take him over. What did he just say? Karkat was never upset – yet he had managed to make his perpetually- irritable friend sad for what may have been the first time in his life. He was just trying to be helpful, and look at what he had done! Way to go. So stupid!
"Well … I mean … things could still be OK ..." Sollux said, struggling to contain the negative emotions that rose up inside. " … We don't know what's going to happen." What a failure. He raised his hand to Karkat’s shoulder, wondering if he could somehow comfort him. Karkat only stared into his lap blankly. Sollux's hand returned to the ground and he clenched his eyes shut, trying to work through the voices inside. Look what you did. How can you be so pathetic?
"Sorry," Sollux managed to say in a voice that was barely audible over his own internal chastising. "I just … I didn't want you to be out here alone, OK?! I know when you have so much pent up anxiety that it comes out as anger! I just—I figured you were upset over all this bullshit; but I didn't mean to make you feel worse! Damnit! I can’t believe -- I’m such a --”
Sollux’s hands were fists, pushing into the ground between his legs. His eyes were still closed as he leaned forward, internally berating himself for his perceived digression. His emotions threatened to spiral out of control. He had been relatively stable up until then, able to focus on Karkat’s anger. But now he could only hear his own words, an attempt to comfort his friend, making him feel worse. Of course they were going to die! What was he thinking?! Don’t make it worse! He fought the urge to yell out, or to act out physically against the feelings that were rising up inside him. Stupid, stupid, such an idiot, you are the worst fucking grub-licking imbecile in the universe. Lying and lying, making him feel worse. You're like a fucking disease or a boil and a fucking infected wound on someone's genitalia, bubbling up and dripping out bloody pus and ---
Sollux thoughts ceased immediately as he was nearly toppled over sideways by a heavy, Karkat-sized weight. His friend had thrown himself onto his shoulder, limply draping his arms over Sollux and burying his face into the back of his neck. Sollux' hands came halfway up and stopped, motionless, unsure of where to go or what to do. He felt his face grow hot. All his thoughts had disappeared, replaced with utter blankness. Should he move? What ... what was he supposed to do? Every muscle in his body was tense. His mind raced to focus on a word or a thought or a course of action, but everything had come to a stand-still.
Slowly the sensation of Karkat’s pulse built up from where he was pressing his chest into Sollux’s shoulder. He could hear his breath clear as day, just below his ear. It was then that Sollux realized he had been holding his. He wanted to exhale, but that would be revealing that he hadn’t been before. He tried to let his breath out slowly and casually. It was ragged.
"I'm sorry," Karkat murmured from behind him.
"D-Don't worry about it," Sollux replied, far too quickly, as he struggled to breathe in a way that didn't draw attention to his nervousness, while still desperately needing more air than he was allowing himself. He felt Karkat's arms wrap around his side. Sollux stopped breathing once more. Shit, he was going to die of asphyxiation while trying to comfort his friend over his fears of dying.
Karkat's voice came up once more, slightly muffled as he was buried into his back. "Sollux. Why aren't you breathing?"
Sollux exhaled sharply and began to pant, inhaling short and desperate puffs of air.
"Wow, you are an idiot."
Sollux couldn’t help but smile as his breathing returned to normal. Karkat remained in place, squeezing slightly harder. Without the usual internal debate that so constantly plagued Sollux, he brought his hands up to the arm that crossed his chest, touching it tentatively, as though any slight movement could shatter the scene. When his excessively gentle touch caused no immediate recoiling or breakage, he let himself slowly grab onto the arm, squeezing it back as best he could from his passive position.
“I don’t … really want to die,” Karkat said, wearily. “I mean, at least not like this. What a lame death. There won’t be any blaze of glory and no one’s even left on Alternia to remember us.”
“We don’t know what’s going to happen, KK,”
“Yeah, I guess the details of our deaths and the level of pain and torment we’ll experience before it’s finally over is still up for debate. I’m so glad the universe is still refusing to show all its cards – it would really ruin the last surprise we’ll ever have.”
Sollux knew all that he had seen and heard before, and the many days and nights that visions of his end had plagued him. He even remembered the bittersweet satisfaction he felt when the other Trolls finally agreed with his apocalyptic vision. But something was different now – he didn’t want to believe it anymore. He didn’t want to give it credibility. He wanted to believe a lie.
“I mean … maybe we won’t die, you know?”
Karkat let go of Sollux’s side and pulled back until he was looking him in the face, leaning into him and confronting him closely. “Bullshit! You fucking describe it to us all the time! You’re a fucking doomsday clock, always chiming away with depressing predictions about our inevitable end!”
“I’m not always right!” Sollux snarled back, the emotional rollercoaster apparently starting up once more. “I fuck things up all the god damn time and you know it!”
“That’s ALSO bullshit! You’re always right and I hate it!”
“I’m not always right, you’re just ALWAYS WRONG. There’s a difference!”
“Shut up!”
The two glared at each other. Slowly Sollux realized how close they were in this new, confrontational position. He also noticed an unusual pressure on his leg. Karkat’s hand was pressing into his thigh to give him balance. His thigh. Oh. Oh no. His body tensed once more and his breathing stopped, as though Karkat’s vision was suddenly based on movement, and if he stayed still, he wouldn’t notice the awkward position they were in.
Karkat’s expression changed slightly as the situation no doubt occurred to him as well. Sollux could hear him swallow hard. His eyes narrowed. “You’re… You’re all yellow,” He said accusingly.
Sollux exhaled sharply. “YOUR HAND is on MY thigh!”
“YOU are … YOU’RE NOT MOVING AWAY!”
“What?! NEITHER ARE YOU!”
“I WAS HERE WAY BEFORE YOU. YOU SAT THERE, NOT ME!”
“THAT’S SERIOUSLY YOUR ARGUMENT?!”
“YES. SHUT UP.”
“Y-YOU SHUT UP. I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. YOU COULD MOVE AWAY IF YOU WANTED!”
“SO COULD YOU.”
They stared angrily at each other, remaining in place. Even Sollux’ emotional instability was irrationally unstable. He couldn’t choose a random feeling to stick to. He didn’t want to be the first one to move away. Surely that was competitiveness and nothing more. Were they testing each other? Was he losing?! Karkat’s face was flushed as well, and his lips were pursed tightly in concentration, visibly fighting with Sollux to not be the first to move. Competition. He is competing with you! That’s all. You made him upset. So stupid. Who cares what you do, we’re going to die soon anyway. Why won’t he move away? Is he really doing this? WHY IS HIS HAND STILL THERE? Breathe! DON’T BREATHE HE’LL KNOW YOU’RE NERVOUS. He can smell fear. HE IS LIKE A SCENTHOUND, SEEKING WEAK SPOTS FOR WHICH TO SKILLESSLY ATTACK WITH LITTLE NUBBY TEETH.
They were closer now. ARE YOU MOVING CLOSER? I think he’s moving closer. The hand is still there. WHY IS THE HAND STILL THERE? OH GOD what if somebody walked in?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT? When Aradia came over that one time – DON’T THINK ABOUT ARADIA THIS IS NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. Of course it is, except you probably won’t get bonked in the head by horns this time. Look at those tiny horns. Those tiny, harmless horns. DON’T LOOK AT THE HORNS, OH MY GOD. They were closer still. WHO WAS MOVING THEM? Is this seriously happening?
“YOU’RE THINKING CRAZY THINGS AREN’T YOU?” Karkat snapped.
“YOU’RE THE CRAZY ONE,” Sollux accused. “I mean, NO! I’m not thinking crazy things!”
“OK FINE. THEN DO IT!”
“Y … YOU DO IT.”
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CAME IN HERE!”
“YOU’RE THE ONE … WHO …”
“WHY DO YOU KEEP LOOKING AT MY HORNS LIKE THAT?!”
“S-SHUT UP.”
“YOU … SHUT UP.”
The argument stopped abruptly. In the momentary silence they broke eye contact but kept their position static. Karkat stared at the ceiling. Sollux looked to the window. They came together slowly, staring away from each other the entire time.
Though part of Sollux knew he was moving closer of his own volition, half of his brain continued to shout insults at him. KNOCK IT OFF! I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE WHAT YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO DO HERE. IT IS LITERALLY TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW, YOUR DEGENERATE BEHAVIOR. YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS OK? HE IS OBVIOUSLY JOKING; I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE SO STUPID. DO YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THIS RIGHT NOW? He snarled internally at the voice, telling it to shut the hell up. The voice only continued to mock him. With something akin to anger, Sollux rebelliously launched himself the few centimeters that remained between them. Off-center and dryly, their lips met.
The connection was intensely awful. When they pulled back after only a split second, both had similar expression of confusion.
“Wow,” Sollux said. “That was … terrible.”
“What?!” Karkat was glowing so brightly he was nearly generating heat.
“You have no idea how to kiss someone!”
Karkat sputtered. “Y-You—What?!”
“I thought you’d at least have some idea from all those stupid fucking movies you watch!”
“Shut the hell up, fuck … wad! How much experience do YOU have?!”
“Clearly more than you!”
“Oh right, I forgot you used to get all mushy over the dead girl.” Karkat waved his hands around mockingly. “Ooh, Aradia, I love not-touching your freaky ghost body. Maybe we can not-hold-hands later and hollowly talk about all the things that we don’t care about anymore!”
Sollux grew hot as well. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, KARKAT, YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ARADIA OR ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED WITH US!”
Karkat remained angry, though there may have been a slight tinge of regret on his face. “You brought it up!”
“I DID NOT. I JUST SAID YOU SUCK, BECAUSE YOU DO.”
“YOUR SUCKAGE IS A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT. TROLL SCIENCTISTS USE IT TO MEASURE HOW FAST SHIT FALLS INTO A BLACK HOLE. ‘IS THE FORCE STRONGER THAN A CAPTOR?’ ‘OH MY NO, NOTHING SUCKS THAT STRONGLY!’”
“STOP TRYING TO IGNORE HOW BADLY YOU SUCK, KARKAT!”
“I—I DON’T SUCK! YOU suck. You suck stronger than a … black –“
“MY GOD, QUIT TALKING ABOUT BLACK HOLES, THAT IS LIKE THE FOURTH TIME TODAY YOU’VE REFERENCED THEM.”
“I’M SORRY WE’RE STARING OUT INTO SPACE AND I AM CONSTANTLY REMINDED OF YOUR SUCKAGE BY ALL THE THINGS OUT HERE THAT SUCK.”
Sollux’s occasional urge to rebelliously do the opposite of what his brain told him was usually, though he refused to think about it long enough to really acknowledge it, a good excuse for him to do things he would otherwise be too insecure to do. If he ever let himself pay attention to it, he would probably consider it a double-edged sword of self-indulgence and self-hatred. Yes. Obviously it would be double-edged.
He placed both hands on the sides of Karkat’s face, squeezing him slightly harder than he was sure was comfortable. Karkat’s cheeks squished up against his nose and his lips involuntarily opened in a ridiculous, slightly fish-like manner. He dragged Karkat’s face to his, rationalizing his action internally by thinking of how he had to show his friend up. Yes. That was clearly the only reason! His brain could just CHILL OUT FOR A MINUTE while he took care of this unfinished business.
Sollux forcefully brought his lips to meet Karkat’s, pulling him closer as he pushed himself toward him. He ignored the instantaneous sensation that went up his spine as they met properly, repeating a mantra of not-sucking and being-way-better-than-Karkat in his head. So much better, he thought. Superior in every way! Karkat was the one who sucked, not him.
Their connection softened. Sollux’s death-grip on Karkat’s face relaxed as he could feel him sink into a more natural position, returning the example Sollux was forcefully offering with his lips. He felt a hand brush his side as Karkat tried to find balance in the position Sollux had dragged him into.
Sollux’s grip lessened even more as he leaned forward, pressing into his friend. OK, YOU TOTALLY SHOWED HIM UP WHICH IS ALL YOU WANTED TO DO SO ANYTIME YOU WANT TO STOP IS COOL. I MEAN UNLESS THIS IS OK, BUT, LIKE, JUST TO SHOW HIM UP I MEAN. AFTER ALL HE’S ONLY THERE BECAUSE YOU FORCED THIS POSITION ON HIM, YOU KNOW. I-IDIOT.
The hand now brushed past Sollux’s ear, touching the side of his face lightly. His stomach flipped and his body involuntarily moved forward even more, nearly pushing Karkat over. Suddenly his brain sparked.
He broke the connection quickly and awkwardly as he realized he had relaxed into it a good deal more than he convinced himself he would. Karkat was ready to meet his petrified gaze with wide, confused eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment.
“OK that’s enough of that!” Karkat’s voice was unnecessarily loud as he turned away.
“Yeah, OK, time to do some programming I think!” So was Sollux’s.
“Yeah totally I have a lot of work to do. There is so much trolling left to do I mean wow.”
“Yeah I know. Let’s get a move on ‘cause we are both immensely busy people.”
“I know; I am SO BUSY.”
“So much shit on my plate over here!”
“My plate is OVERFLOWING with shit!”
“I know it’s actually a little bit disgusting, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”
They looked at each other sheepishly. Sollux wasn’t sure what to do. Had he gone too far? Did he ruin everything? Was he going to have to be the one to ask if they were still friends for once?
“Uh …” Karkat uneasily looked to the ground as he hunted down something to fill the silence. “Do you … do you wanna go throw some dice on Vriska’s floor later and wait for her to flip her shit when she steps on them?”
Sollux put on his best serious face as he considered the proposition. “Oh. Yeah. I’m almost done working on that fake 8-ball that always tells you that you’re a huge bitch, too.”
“Good. That is excellent.”
“Most excellent.”
“Well then good day to you sir,” Karkat said as he stood.
“Yes, indeed.” Sollux stood and adjusted his sunglasses.
“Perchance I will see you in the common area where we commonly gather for … common activities.”
“Yes, and perchance I will ignore your newly acquired and highly retarded manner of speaking.”
“… I would appreciate that.”
They glanced at each other again. Karkat was still flushed. Sollux was grateful for his sunglasses, which hid his equally wide-eyed stare. Karkat nodded at him, some sort of spontaneous gesture he no doubt felt adequately summarized and added much manliness their conversation. Sollux returned it. Karkat turned away first and walked out of the room, his eyes still wide and his face still flushed.
YOU’RE NOT BREATHING AGAIN! Sollux exhaled and began panting once more. His heart began beating fast as Karkat disappeared and the emotions swept back over him in a heavy wave.
Oh god, what the hell just happened?! SERIOUSLY DUDE! R-Right? I KNOW! Now what? SHIT. I mean … that was so weird. Y-YEAH TOTALLY. JUST WEIRD. NOTHING ELSE. Just plain old fashioned weird. NOTHING BUT WEIRDNESS TO SEE HERE. Nope.
His brain seemed to be in agreement for the first time. It was an unusual feeling, to have one solid train of thought coursing through him. Even if it was denial.
Sollux sat down where they had been before, waiting for his heart to slow and the color to drain from his face. His stomach remained tight. He felt dizzy.
The meteors outside were all that watched him as he sat, exhaling a ragged sigh. He shouldn’t have broken it off so soon. There wasn’t that much time left. Sollux rolled his eyes at his own thoughts.
He remained in the room, alone, staring out into the Veil for a long time.
breccia, you write the best things. You have all the trolls' mannerisms and personalities dead-on, and there was something very entertaining about watching them argue with each other.
I’M SORRY WE’RE STARING OUT INTO SPACE AND I AM CONSTANTLY REMINDED OF YOUR SUCKAGE BY ALL THE THINGS OUT HERE THAT SUCK. is the best line. THE BEST. I didn't used to like the Karkat Sollux pairing, but you make it work so well.
breccia, that was fantastic. I think my favorite parts are Sollux's internal monologues, and how he deals with them.
Can I give concrit?
Please do!! That would be great. I used to be really gung-ho about writing, but I essentially stopped writing for fun when I got to college & took a science path. I haven't done much in a number of years, so I have no idea where I am anymore.
But ... can I preempt like a billion complaints by saying ITS TOTES MY STYLE, YO! (no, I understand that "style" can be a crappy way to talk oneself out of legitimate critiques, but having a semi stream-of-consciousness narrative / inserting comments and opinions into the narrative is definitely something I do in almost all my writing. If it, or if any other repeating "technique" I use, is legitimately annoying to other people, I'd welcome the comments.)
lol andrew hussie getting me back into writing, what a jerk.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m almost done working on that fake 8-ball that always tells you that you’re a huge bitch, too.”
Hehehe
I really liked the atmosphere of the whole thing. Like, the setting of a hectic space station full of kids came off very well, with Sollux being the sane one running the show behind the scenes, in a way.
I think it reads well if you treat it like a sequel the first Karkat/Sollux/Aradia thing you did. Which I never said that I really enjoyed. Mostly because I am moderately scared to post in this thread for some reason. So I am going to say now that I loved it! But anyway it didn't seem to me so much like repetition than like progression of the awkward forbidden brolove.
Every time I write something I hate myself just a little bit more for hitting about fifty feet below the bar. And damn, that is one high bar you guys are setting.
EDIT. Also, Breccia. That was awesome. Funny and cute and I really can't describe it 'coz there's no adjective worthy. I mean seriously. That bar just went through the fucking roof so fast.
Now for a bad attempt at a fic.
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Karkat stumbled through the dark forest tripping on tree roots and wading through untended undergrowth. To situate one's hive in such a remote and inconvenient location one would have to be as insane as her. Despite his attitude (prone to giving up at almost every hurdle) he eventually entered a large clearing; lit by the multi-coloured lights of a large tree-hive sitting high amongst the branches of an old and sturdy tree. One might have mistaken this for a rich kid's play-hive, a place home to frivolity and humour rather than conventional living. Might have mistaken, that is, if it weren't for the disturbing quantity of stuffed dragon limbs scattered on the ground, and stuffed toys left hanging from ropes high in the air. Trying his best to avoid placing his foot on any poor helpless dragon toys, Karkat inched forward, scared more than ever for Terezi's sanity - or lack thereof. After the passage of a few minutes, Karkat dared a glance up to monitor his progress - he was not at all much nearer to the base of the tree. Before he could react, a yellow stuffed tail had landed in his hair, and was followed by a variety of dragon limbs.
"OK Pyrope, you have just crossed the fucking line! I am gonna make you fucking pay for wh-" Karkat's insults shouted up to the treetops were cut short by a stuffed yellow dragon head landing in his mouth. Spitting the head out, and with all disregard for the disembodied playthings scattered around, he sprinted to the base of the tree. He scaled the ladder hastily and almost lost his footing, but never did he hesitate. Eventually, Karkat burst through the door into the tree-hive; ignoring the mess and not bothering to take in his surroundings, Karkat flew up the stairs and towards the west wing of the hive - almost smashing his way through an open door, he came across a young female troll, leaning out her window and slowly cutting up her stuffed toys, watching gleefully as the limbs fell to the ground far below. Or she would be watching if she weren't blind, though it didn't seem to have any effect on the fact that she was enjoying this.
"Oh, silly Miss Aureolin, did you really think you would get away with the murder? Maya and Rust knew that Thistle is the best prosecutor, not even your precious Myrtle could have saved you! And that death penalty was so deserved, especially after what you did to Viridian and Olive! Now little Emerald is all helpless, and ev-"
"Pyrope you sick fuck of a girl, I have Miss fucking Aura right here and she has something to say to you." Karkat threw the head at Terezi. "I'm not here because I went to be here, I'm here to get to the next gate. If you don't tell me where the fuck it is, I'll have to-"
"KARKAT!" The anger in Terezi's voice astounded him so much, he promptly shut the fuck up. "HER NAME WAS MISS AUREOLIN."
"Yeah, okay sure. Aurelin. Now where's the next gate?"
"KARKAT! How can you not know your colours?" Terezi sounded hurt; Karkat almost pitied her. Since her accident, colours had become her life; she literally lived and breathed them.
"Maybe because I know how a fucking nose works!"
"Don't insult me because you know my senses are far superior!"
"Yeah, I forgot. You being blind makes you so much more fucking sensitive than me."
Quick as a flash, Terezi had grabbed her cane.
"What you gonna do, blind girl? Bash me on the head like an old lady?"
The words had barely left his mouth before Karkat found himself lying face-down on the floor, an open scar across his face.
"Yeah, good idea." Terezi giggled and walked over to her desk, where she sat and started typing, as if she'd forgotten that there was a hurt troll on her bedroom floor. Karkat sat up on his knees. She was good, he'd admit; even he didn't have a snarky, sarcastic comeback for a wound on the face. She had him now, and she'd probably want to roleplay like the childish brat she is for a few hours. Guessing her request, Karkat had no choice but to submit.
"Fine. I'll sit here and be your little slave so you can prosecute me and cut me up and throw me out the window onto innocent trolls below, just trying to get around stuffed toy hell down there."
"Karkat, did you know?"
"Know what?"
"Roses are red, violets are blue."
"What the he-Oh shit." Karkat had forgot he was bleeding.
Terezi giggled softly and came to sit on the floor next to him. She handed him a red dragon, and picked up a blue dragon for herself.
"You can be Rose, and I can be Violet."
Karkat was surprised. She seemed not to mind the fact that he was the most degenerate, useless being on Alternia. She was taking it better than he expected.
Karkat was awakened from his self-depressive thoughts by Terezi's unusual behaviour.
She looked at him, the reflective red surface of her glasses mirroring his own dismay at the revelation. Without saying anything else, she leaned in close. Their faces were inches away. Karkat closed his eyes and wished for the best...
Terezi licked his face, right across the scar. "You taste like strawberries!"
Last edited by Frankie the Tomboy; 07-29-2010 at 01:00 PM.
Frankie drinking game:
A shot for every musical reference
Finish your drink for a Welsh reference
Buy your mate a drink for every intentionally missed full stop
Also
Guess what
I DIDN'T MENTION SOLARIS THIS POST
I couldn't get all of them, but here's the ones I think I got in a spoiler:
1. Tale of Archane
2. Darken
4. Breaking Point
7. In Which Twelve Trolls Ascend
Here are the ones I had to look up (I remember all of them, just not all their titles):
3. Shadow of the Rose
5. Stitches
6. Unhinged
8. Inevitable
I probably disqualified myself, either by getting some wrong or cheating and looking them up (with the directory, no less).
Actually, the only rule was don't edit your post.
I guess no one else wanted to do it because I gave out shitty prizes!
Also, I don't even know the answer because I am dumb.
I knew 1-3, 5, and 6 without looking and 7 is soooo obvious now, i feel like a derp.
I guess slave-labor isn't as placating as I thought it would be.
Oh, well I guess you win.
Breccia, that was very long and awesome, the entire thing was consistent in quality. AWESOME Quality.
Frankie, that was wonderful. I cannot see Karkat acting differently than that.
Now, more people comment on Nextian's lovely gift in honor of the anniversary in two days.
Actually, the only rule was don't edit your post.
I guess no one else wanted to do it because I gave out shitty prizes!
Oh, good, then I guess I won. I was kind of anxious about the whole "don't edit your post" thing because I realized like five seconds after clicking "Submit Reply" that I'd done it again! I looked at Nextian's post, thought "Oh god this is so awesome", and forgot to actually say it. This especially obnoxious since it also happens to fulfill a request I posted a while back in the fanart thread! I think my favorite is the drawing for Breaking Point. PM's pose is so smooth and I really love the way the cracks extend towards the onlooker.
I don't really know what kind of slave labor you'd be able to provide, so I don't know what to request.
Frankie, the bit with Karkat throwing the stuffed dragon head at Terezi slayed me. She has something to say to you!
breccia, the way you write the trolls is perfect. Don't feel bad about writing argument --> awkwardness --> abrupt end a lot, because you do it so well and your work (combined with this pesterlog) has completely sold me on the idea that that's how Karkat and Sollux would act around each other basically all the time.
Eh, just PM me with a bunch of things to do.
I AM A MONKEY
WITH A LAPTOP
I DO THINGS
But, yeah, I can't do much, but last night I had delusions that I could do something creative without sucking, so let's see how that works out later.
Oh my god, i just love posting and seeing Ness just all cool about his cut off hand.
I was gonna write a fic where the kids and trolls are the characters in Phoenix Wright, also one where the kids star in Left 4 Dead 2. Yay or nay? (Or get off the damn xbox)?
Frankie drinking game:
A shot for every musical reference
Finish your drink for a Welsh reference
Buy your mate a drink for every intentionally missed full stop
Also
Guess what
I DIDN'T MENTION SOLARIS THIS POST
Awwww I'm glad no one was too scarred. Now that I know I have slightly more time I might, er, redo a couple of those to look, uh, acceptable. HUGS AND ASBESTOS FOR ALL.
Also I am loling at Solaris saying the Karkat one is obvious in retrospect. I drew that one and was like, well, at least one of these is cryptic as hell.
Breccia, you just write the most goddamn adorbs Sollux/Karkat I have ever seen. Here's hoping you write another, possibly in which these two crazy kids make it work.
Last edited by nextian; 07-29-2010 at 05:06 PM.
Reason: typing is haaaard
Originally Posted by crash826
I have a request.
Zuki says:
