MSPA fan-fiction

[zebtrestalala]

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-- carcinoGeneticist [cG] opened a pesterlounge --

CG: TROLL CALL. GET THE HELL IN HERE.

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AT: sO WHAT ARE WE DISCUSSING,

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GA: I Can Only Assume That This Is About The Matter Involving The Imminent Destruction Of Everything We've Worked For?

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GC: 1 C4N ONLY 1M4G1N3 SO
GC: SO OUT W1TH 1T, M4N
CG: WAIT WHERE THE HELL ARE THE OTHER EIGHT?
GC: PROB4BLY D34L1NG W1TH 4LL TH3 SH1T YOUV3 GOTT3N US 1NTO, CG
GA: Is Not Four Enough For You, CarcinoGeneticist? I Believe That Even With Four We Can Be Of Some Counsel To You.
GC: GOD YOU T4LK 3V3N MOR3 TH4N TH4T L4LOND3 G1RL
AT: sHUT UP AND LET THE MAN TALK,
CG: SO, THIS ISN'T REALLY WORKING. THAT STUPID HARLEY GIRL IS STILL ON A CRASH COURSE FOR FUCKING ALL OF EXISTENCE OVER. DISCUSS.
GC: S33, TH1S 1S WH4T HAPP3NS WH3N YOU L3T 4 M4N DO 4 WOM4NS JOB.
GA: As I Have Already Stated, Perhaps "Trolling" These Humans Was Not The Wisest Course Of Action. You Seem To Have Greatly Underappreciated The Fragility Of The Human Emotional State.
GC: 4ND DONT 3V3N G3T M3 ST4RT3D ON TH1S W31RD T1M3 SH1T. YOU HAD TO KNOW TH3S3 STUP1D HUM4NS WOULDNT UND3RST4ND 4NY OF TH4T SH1T, NO M4TT3R HOW MUCH W3 TR13D TO G3T IN TH31R TH1CK SKULLS.
CG: HEY, LISTEN. IT'S WHAT WE DECIDED ON, OK. I WANT SOME HELP FIGURING OUT HOW THE HELL WE CAN FIX THIS SHIT BEFORE THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO FIX.
GA: Perhaps We Should Have Taken A Friendlier Approach To The Situation?
AT: nO WAY IN HELL, i CANNOT BEAR TO IMAGINE WHAT THE FUCK STRIDER IS LIKE WITH HIS FRIENDS, IF THAT'S THE WAY HE ACTS TO TROLLS,
AT: oH, YOUR RIPPLING BODY, YOUR MUSK OF SHEER MANMEAT
AT: cOME SATIATE YOUR NEED FOR CROTCH DASCHUND AND BOY PECKERS, BEST FRIEND,
CG: MY GOD. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.
AT: hEY, WHOA, tHAT'S WHAT STRIDER SAID,
AT: mORE OR LESS,
CG: WELL, THAT MUST BE FLATTERING, BUT THE REASON WHAT WE TROLLED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE IS BECAUSE OF ALL THE SHIT WE HAD TO TAKE CARE OF BECAUSE OF WHAT THOSE ASSHOLES DID.
CG: IF I RECALL, IT WAS SOMEWHAT OF AN UNANIMOUS DECISION.
GA: Yes, And For Some Foolish Reason We Believed That We Could Change Their Minds By Insulting Them, Yelling At Them, And Generally Destroying All Trust They Had In Us.
GC: S33MS L1K3 TH3 P3RF3CT PL4N TO M3.
CG: LOOK, I DON'T NEED SARCASM. WE MAY VERY WELL HAVE THE APOCALYPSE ON OUR HANDS, GODDAMMIT.
GC: OOH. 1 C4NT W41T TO T4ST3 TH3 4POC4LYPS3.
AT: cAN YOU IMAGINE WEEKS OLD HORSE SHIT, SEWER SCUM AND MONKEY VOMIT, MARINATED WITH THE BLOOD OF A HELLSCREECHER AND BAKED WITH SALIVA?
AT: tHAT WILL PROBABLY TASTE 100X BETTER,
GA: Your Grasp Of Human Sarcasm Seems To Be Severely Disabled, AT.
AT: oH SHUT UP, yOU'RE JUST ANGRY BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GET LAID,
CG: SHUT UP. PLEASE. YOU ALL ARE REALLY STARTING TO GET AGGRAVATING.
CG: IDEAS.
CG: PLEASE.
CG: NOW.
GC: W3LL, YOUV3 COM3 TH1S F4R US1NG 4LL TH4T T1ME SH1T. WHY NOT K33P 1T UP?
CG: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
GA: It's Really Quite Simple. Simply Contact One Of Them When They Will Have Learned To Trust Us, And Learn How To Get Their Trust. For Example, That Harley Girl. At Some Point In Time She'll Realize That You Knew What You Were Talking About.
GA: And She'll Know She Should Have Trusted You. Ask Her How To Get Your Message Across To Her.
GA: With Any Luck She'll Answer.
AT: pERFECT, gLAD I COULD BE OF HELP,
AT: i THINK I SHOULD PROBABLY GET OUTSIDE NOW
AT: iMPS KEEP KNOCKING AT MY DOOR,
AT: lIKE A FREAKING MORMON,
AT: wHATEVER THAT IS,

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CG: YEAH, HE DID NOTHING.
GA: You Will Try To Contact Jade, Won't You? As Annoying As The Entirety Of This Is, I'm Sure That You Can Find Some Way To Resolve The Issue.
GA: Unfortunately, Now I Must Take My Leave.
GA: Best Of Luck, CG.

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GC: SO NOW 1TS JUST YOU 4ND M3
CG: OH, PLEASE. I DON'T HAVE ANY TIME AT ALL FOR YOUR ROMANTIC BULLSHIT.
CG: AND DON'T YOU DARE GO PULLING THAT DISABILITY CARD ON ME. I HAVE STUFF TO DO, GA.
GC: TH4TS OK. YOULL 4DM1T 1T 3V3NTU4LLY.

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GC: H4H4H4H4.
GC: H4H4.
GC: D4MM1T.

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EDIT: Found that Courier is a good Pesterchum font

Also, Comments and Criticisms, please.

[Crilly]

It is: [font=courier!] [!/font] Without !'s

[zebtrestalala]

Oh, thanks, edited.

I'm not sure if I nailed all the trolls voices. I tried to, but I wasn't really sure about it.

[Tenebrais]

It's a little uncomfortable reading such a dense field of the trolls' methods of communications. I would think they'd type to each other normally. Nonetheless, the narrative is good.

[Crilly]

Whoops! You should bold it too. (Always forget that.)

EDIT: I'm not really a writer, so I can't really say anything about anyone's stuff, but CG/GC is now canon for me.

[Tenebrais]

Okay, it's time for House Party: Part Nine!

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Dusk rushed toward us. As we stopped to eat, it occurred to me that Jade intentionally prepared far more food than we could eat. She knew it would be needed. What surprised me was that she managed to rope John in to join her. He doesn't seem to have any idea that she can see things that will happen. I do wonder how she got it past him. But then, for all I know, he can do the same thing. Perhaps he is hiding it from me. No, that seems a little far-fetched.

Hah. One of my closest friends is precognisant and I'm considering what is far-fetched.

We travelled as far as we could while there was still a little bit of light. Through the trees, we could barely see anyway, but the sun was still a little visible. I had torches in my bag, but none of us wanted to venture through the forest by torchlight. There was no denying it now. We would have to spend the night out here.
“So what now?” Asked Dave.
“We can't go any further,” I responded. “I think we're all agreed on that. We're going to have to camp out here.”
So we did. I hadn't brought anything to sleep on, not expecting to be out here for so long. We all had our coats to sleep on or under, though, except for Jade. I don't think she has a coat. It's not as though the weather will ever be particularly cold where she lives. She instead insisted on sleeping with me again. “You're warm,” is all she said when I asked why. I suppose that would be enough of a reason. I can't say I wasn't glad for the companionship – though I'd never tell anyone that.

“This is it, isn't it?” John moaned, around half an hour after the sun set. “We're gonna be trapped here forever.”
“Don't worry, John!” said Jade. She already had her arms around me, absorbing precious body temperature. “We'll get out of here. I know it!”
“I wish I had your rose-tinted glasses.”
I felt her shift behind me and play with my hair a little. I think she must have peered out through it, because it got a laugh out of John and even Dave. I smiled a little, but it wasn't the first time I had heard that pun.

It wasn't comfortable, but at last we got to sleep, huddled against the elements.

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I don't know if I've ever woken with the sunrise before. I gently freed myself from Jade's grip again, and went to look out into the forest. It was still quite dark, and I couldn't see very much. It was cold, but I would have to put up with that – Jade was still sleeping on my coat.

It was there, huddled against the cold early in the morning in May, that I realised just how dire our situation had become. And, simultaneously, how pathetic. We were lost in the forest that I had lived in for most of my life. Our families weren't expecting to see us for a few days, and we had no way of contacting them. We had only enough food to last us the rest of the day.
We were going to die out here.

I think I started to cry.

I don't know how long I was sitting there, wallowing in my despair. I was brought back to reality when John placed his coat over my shoulders.
“What's got you down?” he asked, sitting next to me.
I sighed. “We're stuck here. I don't know how we can get out. We're going to die and it's all my fault.”
He pulled me into a hug. I didn't return it, but I didn't stop him either. “We'll be fine,” he said. “We're not going to die. We'll get out alright. Just look out for the trees.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“What's that about the trees?”
“They'll lead us out of here.”
“How do you know that?”
He thought for a moment. “I... don't know.”
I smiled. “You're starting to sound like Jade, you know.”
“I hope not. I don't have the figure to carry off her voice!”
That got a laugh out of me. He'd made a mess of whatever joke he was trying to make there, but a drowning man will clutch at straws. He'd given me some hope. Of course we weren't going to die here! The forest doesn't go on forever. We will keep searching, and we will get out of here.

It wasn't long before everyone else got up. We ate our breakfast – the sandwiches were starting to run out – and headed into the forest once again, with renewed vigor. At least on my part.
The view got clearer as the sun got higher. This time I kept track of our direction – we were heading west, away from the sun. Would this lead us home? I had no idea. But at least we were keeping a consistent direction. We would either end up home, or outside somewhere, from where we could get home.

We wandered for an hour or so, when John stopped us. “There it is!” he cried. I looked where he was pointing. An arrow had been carved into the tree trunk.
“What's that mean?” Dave asked.
“I think it means our way out,” I replied. “Let's see where it points!”
We followed its direction into the forest, to come across another, pointing in a different direction. We followed that to reach a third. Then a fourth, and a fifth. By the sixth I was starting to wonder if they were leading us in circles, but by the seventh destination...
“It points up,” said Jade.
I followed her gaze into the treetops. There was something up there; something that was not a part of the tree. Boards. I looked around further – there was a treehouse.
We had found it.
Dave noticed that this particular carving was not a part of the tree bark; it was a button, and he pressed it. A platform lowered from the branches. We climbed onto it, and it rose, taking us in.
All this happened without anyone uttering a word. We found what we'd come in here to find in the first place. We came here to crash the parents' party, and that was what we were going to do. It would start with sneaking up on them.

Unfortunately, our plans of giving our parents (and Dave's brother) an unpleasant shock were not to be realised. They were nowhere in the building. This must have been the place they were hiding out – there were several well-stocked drinks cabinets, three beds and a dog basket, and all manner of other items indicative of their interests. Just no adults.
All that we could find was a platform in a room to itself. It was decorated with a triangle pattern, but otherwise quite plain. What purpose could it serve?
“Oh, I know what this is!” piped up Jade. She hopped onto it, and gave us a wave as she vanished.
We paused in shock for a moment, when Dave tentatively stepped onto the platform himself. He, too, disappeared. John followed in turn. Finally, with nothing left for it, I stepped up and braced myself.

There was a strange sensation of every particle in my body gently drifting apart, then coalescing. I arrived back in the house, in a room I'd never been into before. It had a similar platform, and the walls were lined with alcohol. Mom's wine cellar? I wouldn't put it past her to have several hidden away throughout the house. Though I'd never found any.

There was a note taped to the door.

Dear Rose,
I knew you would come looking for us. That is why we are not, in fact, in the forest. No, I shan't tell you where we really are.
I know it is fun, but seriously now, find a more productive use of your time. I could scarcely imagine what I would do if you got lost in the forest again.
Signed,
Mom.

MOOOOTHEEEERRRRRRR!!!

CHAPTER X: This time it's personal

[Radiation]

that was cute bro

[resdaMalos]

Two looks into the future...

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"Jade."

Another line here, one more here... this is almost right, right?

"Jade!"

Damn it, another card wasted. I'm making this work no matter what.

A hand on my shoulder. Go away, I'm busy.

"Jade," Rose's voice pleads, as gentle as she could make it. "Stop. You've been at this for hours now."

"Not until I get it right." My throat is dry from lack of use. Maybe if I draw it like this...

"Rose," a boy's voice comes from downstairs. "Come on. We can't just wait here."

"Dave, I can't just leave her-" she calls after it. She's been mothering me since I entered the Medium. Not that I haven't minded. But now she's being a little too overbearing.

"We have to." Dave had come up the stairs, I think. I didn't turn my head to greet him. I need to get this drawing right. Maybe with another line like so...

A new set of hands, more forceful this time. "Jade. Snap out of it, okay? He's gone... and it hurts. But you can't-"

I react on instinct. Moments later my hand stings, and there is a large mark on Strider's face. Rose immediately moves toward him to steady him, but it wasn't necessary.

Back to the drawing. Damn it, it analyzed the picture before I was finished. Let me do this again. First the head... kinda oval shaped.

"Dave, are you okay?" Rose asks, her maternal instinct still in full force.

Dave brushes her off. "I'm alright. Let go already."

"You know you can't just say that and make it better. She needs time to grieve. Only after that..."

"Lalonde, she's been denying it for almost a week. We don't have that kind of time!" Dave was becoming belligerent.

"Dave, you can't tell me that you feel nothing." Rose's retort was as sharp as one of her needles.

Dave stepped back. "I... well of course I'm upset. He was my friend too."

"Imagine how hard it is for Jade, then!" Rose continued. "Especially considering that she saw it coming - and still couldn't do anything about it!" She clapped a hand over her mouth after realizing what she had just said.

But I heard it clearly.

"Out." My voice is more forceful than I even thought I was capable of. The pair walk downstairs in silence. I can finally return to my work.

I see... the angle of his hair was all wrong. If I just adjust it so...

It...

It worked.

A perfect ghost image of John.

"Dave! Rose!" I run down the stairs, and meet them halfway. "It worked!" Their eyes light up as bright as mine. From the pocket on my skirt I produce the Pocket Alchemiter - John's latest, most brilliant alchemizing - and slide in the card.

- BAD END -

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NO CAPTCHA CODE FOUND

I stare at the screen. Maybe if I take it out and blow into the slot a little...

NO CAPTCHA CODE FOUND

I flip the card. It's right on the money - the card back is blank, save for the usual kaleidoscope of colors.

The Pocket Alchemiter hurtles across the room. As it collides with the opposite wall, the shunts fall out. The full size machine crashes to the floor, shattering into thousands of small pieces on impact.

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"Wh... what?" John suddenly appears in front of me. "Jade? What is going on? How did..."

No words were necessary. I bull rush him, sending the two of us down the stairs. "John... John, you're back!"

"I never even realized I'd left," he struggled to say. "It's all so... hazy. And white." I stand up... just looking at him brings me joy.

Dave appears from behind me and offers a hand to him. "Welcome back, man." His voice is shaky - the shades can't conceal his emotion entirely. I turn back to the steps. Rose, on the other hand, is easy to read. She has huddled in the corner, weeping tears of joy.

"What happened?" John is still incredulous. "We were fighting that huge... The Gate! Is it still open?" He looks around. "Why are we down here?"

"John," I say, my voice the lightest it's been in forever, "it'll be okay. It'll all be okay. I know it."

This isn't the epic troll-centric story I have in the works... I've been feeling a little dry creatively and I thought this could get me back into the swing of things. Please excuse me.

EDIT: Wow. This is my 100th post?

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[Shaon]

I guess is the place to throw this?

Warning: It's a depressingly well-thought-out alternate universe. also I'm really insecure about my writing abilities

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"Ugh, do you see this kid, Carson?"
The long-haired girl gestured at the new boy with her cane. Her friend, another boy with unkempt curly hair and a constant scowl, turned to look at him.
"He's a retard. I can smell it."
The boy didn't appear to respond at all, instead working furiously on some sort of sketch. Carson slammed his hand against the boy's desk. No response.
"I can't believe they'd put a retard in our class," Carson growled. "What does that say about us?"
"Hey!"
A girl, alien to both of them, stood before them, frowning, hands on her hips. "You can't talk about my brother like that!!"
Carson backed away from the girl and her distracted brother, pushing the blind girl away with him.
The girl took the boy's hand. He stood up, silently, clutching the paper in his hands. "Come on, John. It's time to go home. I think there might be something there for you!!"
A tiny smile hid itself on John's face, as he grasped the girl, Jade's ring-adorned hands. She led him outside the school and onto the walk home.
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"We're home!" Jade cried, cheerfully, into their two-bedroom apartment.
A grunt came from the chair facing the television. Jade leaned on the top of the chair, smiling. "You know, Bro, if you take those sunglasses off, you'd realize you're watching Muppet Babies."
"I can see fine," Jade's uncle, Bro, grunted, batting away her hands. "I know what I'm watching."
"Just making sure," Jade replied, playfully. She looked up and noticed her cousin leaning against the wall, his face lit up with the screen of his laptop.
"Wait, Dave? How'd you get here so fast?"
"Skipped school," Dave replied, bluntly.
"Wait, what? Why?"
"Bro didn't care."
Jade sighed. She turned around to see John staring blankly at her. "Oh! Right, your present," she said.
She skipped to her room, digging out what she had bought that weekend with her allowance. She returned to face John, the item hidden safely behind her back.
"Listen, I know how sad you were when Jaspers passed, and Mr. V said we couldn't have pets in here anymore, but you seemed to like that gift Dad gave you, and he might kill me for wasting money on this but I saw it and I knew you'd love it!!"
She brought the snowglobe into his view. It was small, containing a snowy island with a complex building built within. She shook it and rainbow flakes obscured everything.
John immediately grabbed it, staring into its depths. Jade pushed him into an area where he could be entertained by the snowglobe and not obstruct traffic.
On the floor of John's room she noticed the paper in his hand from earlier, lying on the floor. Presumably it had fallen when he took the snowglobe from her. Jade picked up the paper, examining it. On it was an absolutely breathtaking sketch of an alien world, salamander-esque creatures living among luminescent mushrooms in blue canyons. In the corner, the phrase "Land of Wind and Shade" was scrawled in John's messy handwriting.
Looking forward, she realized that the talented sketch was of his first snowglobe.

[Tank]

All you guys are so good at writing.

(Aww Shaon don't be insecure! I really liked it! )

[A Fan]

Ah yes, the General Hospistuck 'verse. Very nice.

Also, resda, thanks for giving us good and bad ends for the story. Dark and happy go together very well when done right.

[pkmnfrk]

Okay, so... this is my first fanfic, expounding on my (amazingly inaccurate) vision of the end of Homestuck. I've inserted a few links of appropriate music, which you should click on, for atmosphere, etc.

Also, spoiler'd for lack of brevity.

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As the Black King slumped to the ground, the palace around them began to shake.

"Hey, uh guys," Dave said, cocking his head to the side. "Maybe this was a bad idea?"

"Well, narratively speaking, what did you expect was going to happen?" Rose asked, half-joking.

"Maybe we should get out of here." John tugged nervously at his collar, as he noticed dust and bits of mortar falling around them.

"No, wait! Look!" Jade exclaimed, pointing at the fall end of the chamber.

Four pinpoints of light were slowly drifting down from some place beyond the ceiling, and slowly growing larger. Each was a different colour; one blue, one green, one red and one purple. The four kids knew exactly what they would be.

"Huh, so the last gate is here." Rose mumbled. "I certainly did not expect that."

All of a sudden, the four lights seemed to burst, and the familiar spirograph shapes emerged, all in a row.

"Where do you think they take us?" John asked, as they approached the gates.

"We've been just about everywhere, between us." Jade stated, smiling.

"Yup, there's just one place we haven't been: Skaia." Dave finished. Glancing up at the large cracks developing in the cieling, he hastened his step. "And, I think that it's a lot better to be there than here."

"Yeah, you're right." John said, hurrying to catch up.

"Well, here goes!" Jade exclaimed.

And, with that, the four kids stepped through the gates.

(SIDEBAR: Conspit, after the kids leave: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oi3ZGQ5uhRQ#t=2m00s)

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http://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/skies-of-skaia

"So... this is Skaia..."

"It's... it's beautiful..."

"I... I guess that's the best way to put it..."

"Well, it's nothing like anything on Earth."

The four kids were floating in an endless blue void. They felt the gentle caress of a light breeze blow past them, the warmth of an endless summer day. They saw, in the distance, floating islands filled with all kinds of plant life, some with waterfalls pouring off the side into the vast blue space.

Even more, though, they felt a presence. All around them, they felt a pulse of life that seemed to be in synchronization with the entire universe around them.

"I think..." Jade started, before pausing. "I think I can feel Skaia... It feels as though I can reach out and touch some great force..."

"We probably can," Rose stated, in wonder. "It's all around us... We're inside of it... The power of boundless creative potential..."

All of a sudden, they were standing on a floating island.

"Woah!" Dave exclaimed. "I just thought, 'I wish we had something to stand on.' and BAM! This thing shows up!"

Yes, that is correct.

"Huh? Who said that?" John said, looking around. He saw that everyone else was doing the same. Then, one by one, each kid noticed that they were not alone.

Beyond the edge of the island there was a glowing light. Cloaked in the light, there was a figure, apparently humanoid, but there was something... special about them. It was as though a thousand times every second, there was a separate image of the figure, just a little bit offset, giving them a shimmering effect.

Welcome, champions, to Skaia. You have done well to make it this far.

The voice almost certainly came from the figure, but it was not spoken. It was more like it was beamed directly into their minds.

You can already see what awaits you, the unlimited creative potential of Skaia.

"Who... who are you?" John was the first one to be able to speak. "Are you... are you God?"

Ha ha, no. Not 'capital G' God, any way. I have been living in Skaia since before the conception of your universe. Once, long long ago, I was mortal like you. But, I did create your universe, and many others, using this power.

"So..." Dave said, tilting his head to one side just a bit. "You're God."

Sure. Let's go with that.

"I assume that Sburb is your doing." Rose said, sitting down cross legged on the grass. The others followed suit.

More or less. I created the Medium, the Incinisphere and the two Kingdoms. I created your universe, and others, for the express purpose of interfacing with the Medium.

"Why?" Jade asked, leaning forward, intently. "Why so much... destruction?"

You may find this hard to accept, but it is the simple truth. Your universe, your civilization, existed solely to produce you four. You represent the strongest champions your world could produce, and your actions in the Medium confirm this. The loss of the rest of your civilization is no matter, for its goal has been accomplished.

"What?!" John said, jumping back up to his feet. "Of course they matter!"

I understand your feelings, but in time, you will come to accept this truth. They did not matter. Only you matter. You four.

"But, surely there was another way?" John seemed ready to pull out his weapon, but Rose put her arm on John's, and he sat back down.

If there was another way, it's entirely possible that it might have transpired. But, again, it does not matter. The important part is that you have come here to Skaia, to join my collective.

"Wait, hold the phone." Dave said, taking his turn to jump up. This time, he was followed by the others. "What 'collective'? What are you talking about?"

You are not the first champions to arrive here. From the very beginning, I have been harvesting universes to produce their best, whom I add to the collective. Together, we evolve into a higher form. I am very close to the end of my journey. You four are the last champions I need before I have reached absolute perfection. You should be honoured that you will help me acheive this goal.

"So... let me get this straight." Rose said, tapping her lips. "You created our universe so that humanity would evolve and eventually produce us, who would go to the Medium and eventually make our way to Skaia. You did this so that you could then absorb us into your self, thus producing a 'higher form'. Is this correct?"

Yes. You understand perfectly.

"I... I don't like the sound of that." Jade said, shifting her weight to her other foot.

"Me neither." Dave agreed. The others nodded as well. "I didn't come here to become part of the fucking borg!"

It is nothing like that primitive TV show. Once I have ascended to perfection, I will use the rest of the Skaian power to create a final universe, where I shall live forever in my perfection.

"You know what?" John said, angrily. "No. We're not doing this. We want to leave, now, ultimate creative power be damned!"

Leave? And, go where? Your irrelevant plant exists in the form of a bunch of rocks floating through space. And, soon, even that will cease to be once I will it so. No, John, you cannot go back.

"Then create another universe or something! We're not giving up our freedom so that you can be perfect!"

I created you explicitly for this purpose, and now you say no? I should think not. You will join me, one way or another.

"Hey, back off, you big bully!" Jade said, now brandishing her gun. The others were similarly holding thier own weapons.

Ha. Ha ha ha. It has been four billion years since someone has made me this amused. Know that you are not the first to reject your destinies. And, you are not the first to get the idea of fighting me in their head. But, you would do well to put that notion out now, for it is foolish. This form that I take before you is simply an illusion. My true form extends through 6 spatial dimensions, and would surely drive you mad to gaze upon it.

"Well, tough luck, buddy. If you won't let us go home, then we're taking you down, Strider style!"

Sigh. Very well, if you truely think that fighting will solve your problems, then so be it. Once you are dead, you will assimilate even easier. Come, champions of Earth! Show me what pitiful power you possess!

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[Miraculous]

Woo, proper ending to the story! Maybe if I feel motivated, I might do a follow up story. I was thinking something horror for Rose's house, something Noir for John's house and something Sci-fi/mock Mary Sue-ish for Jade.

The Safe: Epilogue
Or, I Think the Puppets Represent Society

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"You know, it really isn't that bad."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious, your brother is really good at this."

"I said, shut up!"

"He does this for a living, right?"

"Just shut your mouth, Eg-"

"Hey, shades! Shut your cakehole or we'll come over and do it for you!"

Jade let out a little giggle as the clown puppet berrated Dave in silly, high pitched voice. Bro leaned out from behind the canvas puppet theatre, shooting Dave a malicious glare. Having learnt his lesson, still nursing the swollen lump on his head, Dave shut his cakehole. The puppet nodded in approval, before going back to squealing at the police puppet. Rose leaned over to Dave, whispering quietly. "You know, as far as punishments go, this is actually rather good, even if it is a tad childish."

Dave huffed and crossed his arms, looking ready to jump from the nearest window, either out of frustration or embarressment. "'S not the point, it's the principle."

With a little snigger, John whispered to Dave. "It's your fault. If you'd worked faster, Bro wouldn't have won and we wouldn't have to watch his show."

"He tricked me!"

"Shhh!" Jade reached over and gave Dave a sharp jab in the arm. "Some of us are trying to watch the show! We've still got six more acts to get through!"

Dave let out a hopeless groan and buried his face in his hands. "Next time, we don't hang over at my place."

[simon.clarkstone]

principal

Not sure, but I think you needed "principle" there.

Otherwise, nice ending. I liked the first few lines especially. You could already tell who was speaking.

Carson

Lol.

Carson slammed his hand against the boy's desk. No response.

John immediately grabbed it, staring into its depths. Jade pushed him into an area where he could be entertained by the snowglobe and not obstruct traffic.

You illustrate clearly what John is like in this story, without having to say it.

[Heinrich]

Okay, so... this is my first fanfic, expounding on my (amazingly inaccurate) vision of the end of Homestuck. I've inserted a few links of appropriate music, which you should click on, for atmosphere, etc.

Also, spoiler'd for lack of brevity.

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As the Black King slumped to the ground, the palace around them began to shake.

"Hey, uh guys," Dave said, cocking his head to the side. "Maybe this was a bad idea?"

"Well, narratively speaking, what did you expect was going to happen?" Rose asked, half-joking.

"Maybe we should get out of here." John tugged nervously at his collar, as he noticed dust and bits of mortar falling around them.

"No, wait! Look!" Jade exclaimed, pointing at the fall end of the chamber.

Four pinpoints of light were slowly drifting down from some place beyond the ceiling, and slowly growing larger. Each was a different colour; one blue, one green, one red and one purple. The four kids knew exactly what they would be.

"Huh, so the last gate is here." Rose mumbled. "I certainly did not expect that."

All of a sudden, the four lights seemed to burst, and the familiar spirograph shapes emerged, all in a row.

"Where do you think they take us?" John asked, as they approached the gates.

"We've been just about everywhere, between us." Jade stated, smiling.

"Yup, there's just one place we haven't been: Skaia." Dave finished. Glancing up at the large cracks developing in the cieling, he hastened his step. "And, I think that it's a lot better to be there than here."

"Yeah, you're right." John said, hurrying to catch up.

"Well, here goes!" Jade exclaimed.

And, with that, the four kids stepped through the gates.

(SIDEBAR: Conspit, after the kids leave: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oi3ZGQ5uhRQ#t=2m00s)

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http://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/skies-of-skaia

"So... this is Skaia..."

"It's... it's beautiful..."

"I... I guess that's the best way to put it..."

"Well, it's nothing like anything on Earth."

The four kids were floating in an endless blue void. They felt the gentle caress of a light breeze blow past them, the warmth of an endless summer day. They saw, in the distance, floating islands filled with all kinds of plant life, some with waterfalls pouring off the side into the vast blue space.

Even more, though, they felt a presence. All around them, they felt a pulse of life that seemed to be in synchronization with the entire universe around them.

"I think..." Jade started, before pausing. "I think I can feel Skaia... It feels as though I can reach out and touch some great force..."

"We probably can," Rose stated, in wonder. "It's all around us... We're inside of it... The power of boundless creative potential..."

All of a sudden, they were standing on a floating island.

"Woah!" Dave exclaimed. "I just thought, 'I wish we had something to stand on.' and BAM! This thing shows up!"

Yes, that is correct.

"Huh? Who said that?" John said, looking around. He saw that everyone else was doing the same. Then, one by one, each kid noticed that they were not alone.

Beyond the edge of the island there was a glowing light. Cloaked in the light, there was a figure, apparently humanoid, but there was something... special about them. It was as though a thousand times every second, there was a separate image of the figure, just a little bit offset, giving them a shimmering effect.

Welcome, champions, to Skaia. You have done well to make it this far.

The voice almost certainly came from the figure, but it was not spoken. It was more like it was beamed directly into their minds.

You can already see what awaits you, the unlimited creative potential of Skaia.

"Who... who are you?" John was the first one to be able to speak. "Are you... are you God?"

Ha ha, no. Not 'capital G' God, any way. I have been living in Skaia since before the conception of your universe. Once, long long ago, I was mortal like you. But, I did create your universe, and many others, using this power.

"So..." Dave said, tilting his head to one side just a bit. "You're God."

Sure. Let's go with that.

"I assume that Sburb is your doing." Rose said, sitting down cross legged on the grass. The others followed suit.

More or less. I created the Medium, the Incinisphere and the two Kingdoms. I created your universe, and others, for the express purpose of interfacing with the Medium.

"Why?" Jade asked, leaning forward, intently. "Why so much... destruction?"

You may find this hard to accept, but it is the simple truth. Your universe, your civilization, existed solely to produce you four. You represent the strongest champions your world could produce, and your actions in the Medium confirm this. The loss of the rest of your civilization is no matter, for its goal has been accomplished.

"What?!" John said, jumping back up to his feet. "Of course they matter!"

I understand your feelings, but in time, you will come to accept this truth. They did not matter. Only you matter. You four.

"But, surely there was another way?" John seemed ready to pull out his weapon, but Rose put her arm on John's, and he sat back down.

If there was another way, it's entirely possible that it might have transpired. But, again, it does not matter. The important part is that you have come here to Skaia, to join my collective.

"Wait, hold the phone." Dave said, taking his turn to jump up. This time, he was followed by the others. "What 'collective'? What are you talking about?"

You are not the first champions to arrive here. From the very beginning, I have been harvesting universes to produce their best, whom I add to the collective. Together, we evolve into a higher form. I am very close to the end of my journey. You four are the last champions I need before I have reached absolute perfection. You should be honoured that you will help me acheive this goal.

"So... let me get this straight." Rose said, tapping her lips. "You created our universe so that humanity would evolve and eventually produce us, who would go to the Medium and eventually make our way to Skaia. You did this so that you could then absorb us into your self, thus producing a 'higher form'. Is this correct?"

Yes. You understand perfectly.

"I... I don't like the sound of that." Jade said, shifting her weight to her other foot.

"Me neither." Dave agreed. The others nodded as well. "I didn't come here to become part of the fucking borg!"

It is nothing like that primitive TV show. Once I have ascended to perfection, I will use the rest of the Skaian power to create a final universe, where I shall live forever in my perfection.

"You know what?" John said, angrily. "No. We're not doing this. We want to leave, now, ultimate creative power be damned!"

Leave? And, go where? Your irrelevant plant exists in the form of a bunch of rocks floating through space. And, soon, even that will cease to be once I will it so. No, John, you cannot go back.

"Then create another universe or something! We're not giving up our freedom so that you can be perfect!"

I created you explicitly for this purpose, and now you say no? I should think not. You will join me, one way or another.

"Hey, back off, you big bully!" Jade said, now brandishing her gun. The others were similarly holding thier own weapons.

Ha. Ha ha ha. It has been four billion years since someone has made me this amused. Know that you are not the first to reject your destinies. And, you are not the first to get the idea of fighting me in their head. But, you would do well to put that notion out now, for it is foolish. This form that I take before you is simply an illusion. My true form extends through 6 spatial dimensions, and would surely drive you mad to gaze upon it.

"Well, tough luck, buddy. If you won't let us go home, then we're taking you down, Strider style!"

Sigh. Very well, if you truely think that fighting will solve your problems, then so be it. Once you are dead, you will assimilate even easier. Come, champions of Earth! Show me what pitiful power you possess!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNHGtWVJv6k

That ending actually seems incredibly fitting, although I think it needs to be built up to a bit more. Also, I highly recommend listening to this as the last boss music instead of what you used.

[pkmnfrk]

Built up to? I'm not sure what, exactly, you mean by that.

My idea was that if this is in fact who God is, then his thinking would be completely alien to us. He's been harvesting entire universes for trillions of years, why would this time be any different? Nothing to build up to, just, "by the way, your entire existance is to become part of me. M'kay?"

Also, had I not been lazy (note that there are two major boss battles that I didn't feel like choreographing), the final battle would have been very Earthbound-like, complete with getting support/prayers/MAGICK from all the supporting characters (exiles, the guardians, the trolls, the various reptillian races, Crumplehat, and even the very readers themselves!).

RE Music: I have never heard of that game, but I am intrigued by its music. I must seek out it's soundtrack, now!

I still prefer my choice for this instance, though.

[zebtrestalala]

I thought that it was pretty interesting end to the story none the less. It would be kind of cool if in the end they ended fighting the force of Skaia itself.

Also, the end to house party gets a for a sec I though bro sliced him last time.

And I don't know what you were referencing, Shaon, but that was a lovely story.

Uncle Bro...

[A Fan]

IDE/Theory: In that universe, Bro's name is in fact short for Brosephiah.

[Heinrich]

Built up to? I'm not sure what, exactly, you mean by that.

My idea was that if this is in fact who God is, then his thinking would be completely alien to us. He's been harvesting entire universes for trillions of years, why would this time be any different? Nothing to build up to, just, "by the way, your entire existance is to become part of me. M'kay?"

Also, had I not been lazy (note that there are two major boss battles that I didn't feel like choreographing), the final battle would have been very Earthbound-like, complete with getting support/prayers/MAGICK from all the supporting characters (exiles, the guardians, the trolls, the various reptillian races, Crumplehat, and even the very readers themselves!).

RE Music: I have never heard of that game, but I am intrigued by its music. I must seek out it's soundtrack, now!

I still prefer my choice for this instance, though.

Lost Odyssey has the most epic music I've ever heard in a video game.

On the epic note, what if they defeat the force by overtaking Skaia somehow? Stories dealing with fighting some higher force always end up talking about how humans have more drive because life is shorter. What if they steal Skaia's power because their souls are more "enriched" or something. I don't know, they ascend to a higher being and remake earth.

John, Rose, Dave, Jade: FINAL ASCENSION

[Raccoon]

Woo, proper ending to the story! Maybe if I feel motivated, I might do a follow up story. I was thinking something horror for Rose's house, something Noir for John's house and something Sci-fi/mock Mary Sue-ish for Jade.

The Safe: Epilogue
Or, I Think the Puppets Represent Society

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"You know, it really isn't that bad."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious, your brother is really good at this."

"I said, shut up!"

"He does this for a living, right?"

"Just shut your mouth, Eg-"

"Hey, shades! Shut your cakehole or we'll come over and do it for you!"

Jade let out a little giggle as the clown puppet berrated Dave in silly, high pitched voice. Bro leaned out from behind the canvas puppet theatre, shooting Dave a malicious glare. Having learnt his lesson, still nursing the swollen lump on his head, Dave shut his cakehole. The puppet nodded in approval, before going back to squealing at the police puppet. Rose leaned over to Dave, whispering quietly. "You know, as far as punishments go, this is actually rather good, even if it is a tad childish."

Dave huffed and crossed his arms, looking ready to jump from the nearest window, either out of frustration or embarressment. "'S not the point, it's the principle."

With a little snigger, John whispered to Dave. "It's your fault. If you'd worked faster, Bro wouldn't have won and we wouldn't have to watch his show."

"He tricked me!"

"Shhh!" Jade reached over and gave Dave a sharp jab in the arm. "Some of us are trying to watch the show! We've still got six more acts to get through!"

Dave let out a hopeless groan and buried his face in his hands. "Next time, we don't hang over at my place."

You should definatly make the kids imitate Scooby Doo if you ever write Roses's..

[pkmnfrk]

Lost Odyssey has the most epic music I've ever heard in a video game.

On the epic note, what if they defeat the force by overtaking Skaia somehow? Stories dealing with fighting some higher force always end up talking about how humans have more drive because life is shorter. What if they steal Skaia's power because their souls are more "enriched" or something. I don't know, they ascend to a higher being and remake earth.

John, Rose, Dave, Jade: FINAL ASCENSION

Incidentally, totally not-Earthbound inspired art:

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[Heinrich]

Lost Odyssey has the most epic music I've ever heard in a video game.

On the epic note, what if they defeat the force by overtaking Skaia somehow? Stories dealing with fighting some higher force always end up talking about how humans have more drive because life is shorter. What if they steal Skaia's power because their souls are more "enriched" or something. I don't know, they ascend to a higher being and remake earth.

John, Rose, Dave, Jade: FINAL ASCENSION

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John: Sylladex!

[mars7a]

adiosToreador needs to turn of his caps lock he's getting it all wrong.

Years in the Past - ( But not many )

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-- gallowsCalibrator [gC] began pestering ghostyTrickster [gT] --

GT: ugh not you trolls again.
GC: J0HN L1ST3N T0 M3
GT: what do you want this time.
GT: i mean seriously.
GC: J0HN 1 W4NT Y0U
GT: wait huh?
GC: 1 W4NT Y0U
GC: 1N51DE ME
GT: stop trying to prank me.
GT: im not falling for it this time.
GC: J0HN 1'M N0T J0K1NG
GC: 1 D3S1R3 Y0U
GC: 1 W4NT T0 B3 W1TH Y0U F0R3V3R
GT: ...
GC: D0NT 1GN0R3 Y0UR L0V3R J0HN
GT: um...

ghostyTrickster [gT] has blocked gallowsCalibrator [gC]

[mars7a]

Aw edits don't count as a post so it didn't go to the top of the list.

[Raccoon]

gC seems to be a very interesting character to write about it appears...
Although she has had very little screentime I enjoy the fact there are so many good stories involving her and the trolls
All these stories are brilliant as well and sometimes I wish i could write better to impress you brilliant writers