MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands

[sebastian]

CAT: i ALSO AGREE, aCTUALLY,
CAC: :33 < *ac would also like to take a moment to compliment tavros’s handle*[B]

Oh, god, that one killed me

[DJ-P0N3]

Oh looky here
is this?

GENDERBENT - part 2

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It is time perspective was shifted over to the boys. At least one of them, who seems to be fairly busy with his usual nonsensical activities. Drakon Murabi stands in his lavishly colored hive gazing at the amazing spectrum that clash horrendously. Scalemates litter the floor of his room, he insists that they are action figures but all of his friends know better than that.

Drakon takes a whiff of the air, he is feeling energetic and willing to continue his ply where it was last left off. Lifting his cane from the wall he strolls over to one of the numerous scribbles on his hive. A rough, almost unidentifiable image of what is supposed to be a judge for a court presides over a courtroom made of books and scalemates.

“Order in the court!” Drakon muffles and tries to make his voice sound deep and menacing, his honorable tyranny presides over the court with a poorly drawn moustache and beard.

He grabs Mayor Sillybiscuits and shakes him about playfully, muttering in a silly voice, “Your honor I am innocent honest!”

The hoarse tyrant growls, “No excuses! Prosecution. You may do what you will with the Mayor.”

Drakon glares coldly at the Mayor, the political official shakes in his scales. He knows what he has done, and he can not hide it from this prosecutor. Drakon gives him a hearty slap across his corrupt face. The Mayor begins to shake quite nervously, he can feel his time drawing near.

“Thought you could get away with it did you? Thought the lovely lady Justice would just miss what you’ve done?”

He continues to slap the Mayor till he catches a whiff of bruising and tears. The Mayor is about to break down into a bunch of hissy fits and tears. Drakon tugs on his snout and takes a deep sniff of the cowardly politican.

“Oh Mayor, you smell like you are fresh from the oven! I could just eat you up!” He grins widely, “But those lies of yours smell like a hoofbeasts ass!”

The Mayor squeals for his witness to testify of his innocence. But what’s this?
Treachery! The witness has been strangled to death.

“How queer, isn’t it Mayor. How your best hope of innocence has been silenced. It’s almost poetic justice.” Drakon chuckles.

The Mayor disagrees with a shake of his head and a thwump of his tail. He knows something stinks in the court and it is not himself. The Mayor takes in a breath as he prepares to accuse the prosecution of fixing this hearing, but alas a firm hand constricts his plush throat and prevents him from the even the softest of whimpers.

“I will give you a chance Mayor,” Drakon pulls a coin from behind his ear, “I will flip this, and heads you are free to go, tails you stay with me.” He cackles.

The Mayor turns to the judge and coarsely pleads, “Is this even legal?!”

The Tyrant chortles loudly, “In my court it is!”

Drakon flips the coin off his thumb, it twirls in the air; performing a pirouette of off the deep end and into the controlled fate of Mayor Sillybiscuits. A hush falls before the jury, of which there is none. The prosecution stays silent. The coin lands on tails and
the Mayor relaxes.

His fate has been decided.

He promptly asks, “May I go now. The coin has chosen to show me as innocent.”

Drakon raised an eyebrow and fixed his shades. Turning to the Mayor with a snarky grin, asking in a mocking tone. “What coin? The prosecution sees no coin.” He tightens his grip on the Mayor and readies a noose, “The prosecution sees no coin.”

The noose is tightened firmly around the Mayor’s neck, he is soon expunged out the open window. Drakon chuckles maniacally.

“HE’S BLIND!”

Drakon turns to the doodle of the tyrant judge and takes a nice long lick of the delicious lime green chalk. The court has been adjourned and Drakon can return to his regular routine. He climbs down from his stack of books, varying from catalogues to lewd and inappropriate magazines it would be a bad idea to show any other troll.

He grips the firm cold length of his walking cane. It has helped him find his way around many twists and turns, although he is fully capable of seeing without it leading. He hopes that one day he will get to use it to drub the oafs he has come to dislike, specifically Vizini Sabich.

Drakon used to Flarp fairly often alongside Vizini till he did something that crossed the line. No one would ever forgive Vizini except for Pasifa. To this day Drakon questions why, but he figures it is merely Vizini manipulating her to his will.

Regardless of this, he has business to attend to. Specifically in building a team to compete against Zethia. She is so stuck up and sure of herself, it bothers him to no end. He figures if he is going to take on such a tactical and brainy foe, he might as well take the opposite side and go for brawn instead.
Speaking of brawn, Drakon knows just the guy for the job. Of course there is only one proper way to recruit this surly fellow.

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-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] began trolling acidicCalico [AC] --
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD KNOCKS POL1T3LY ON TH3 3NTR4NC3 TO H1S 4LL13S C4V3.*
GC: *4ND T4K3S 4 D33P WH1FF W1TH H1S NOSTR1LS FOR GOOD M34SUR3*
AC: :33 < *the fierce lion comes out from within his cave, he growls playfully to his dragon lord.*
AC: :33 < *He uses one of his many mighty jaws to clean his paws from the blood of a fresh kill, using the other to grin widely at his friend.*
GC: >:C
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD GR1NS B4CK 4T H1S COMR4D3 4ND HUGS H1M T1GHTLY 1N 4 COMPL3T3LY PL4TON1C F4SH1ON*
GC: *L1K3 4 BRO-HUG*
AC: :33 < you know you don’t n33d to clarify these things, right?
GC: 1 GU3SS SO BUT 1T F33LS ODD HUGG1NG YOU.
AC: :?? < oh come on its just a freaking hug.
AC: :33 < you aren’t THAT uncomfortable with your sexuality are you?
GC: 1 GU3SS 1 ST1LL DON’T KNOW WH1CH G3ND3R 1 PR3F3R. 1F 31TH3R.
AC: :SS < ever think you like both boys and girls?
GC: 1 GU3SS TH4T WOULD M4K3 S3NS3. 1TS JUST UNCOMMON 4ND M4K3S M3 F33L 3 L1TTL3 D1FF3R3NT.
AC: :33 < its fine by me! I like you this way!
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD HOLDS H1S FR13ND CLOS3 4ND SNUGGL3S W1TH H1M 4S 4PPR3C14T1ON FOR H1S K1ND WORDS*
AC: :33 < * the lion happily accepts the snuggle and licks his friends ch33k.*
GC: NOW TH4T W3 4R3 COMFORT4BL3 M4Y 1 4SK YOU SOM3TH1NG?
AC: :OO < oh sure!
AC: :33 < what is it GC?
GC: 1 W4S GO1NG TO 4SK 1F YOU WOULD L1K3 TO B3 4 P4RT OF MY T34M.
AC: :OO < oh my goodness!
AC: :33 < that sounds fantastic! but I should probably get purrmission first. You know how she is about this.
GC: OH COM3 ON M4N YOU C4N NOT L3T YOUR MO1R41L CONTROL YOU SO MUCH.
GC: SH3 1S JUST T3LL1NG YOU WH4T TO DO TO M4K3 H3RS3LF F33L B3TT3R 4BOUT H3RS3LF.
AC: :33 < I don’t care if that’s the case.
AC: :33 < I have to respect my moirails decisions.
GC: OK4Y F1N3.
GC: 1F SH3 R3FUS3S 1 W1LL BOP H3R ON H3R NOS3.
AC: :33 < don’t you mean drub?
GC: WH4T3V3R.
GC: 1 4M OFF TO GO R3CRU1T MOR3 M3MB3RS.
AC: :33 < k!
-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] ceased trolling acidicCalico [AC] --

Drakon moves his cursor over to the Trolltag of Harley, she was next on his list of team members to recruit anyhow.

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-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] began trolling teasinglyCharismatic [TC]--
GC: H3LLO H4RL3Y!
GC: C4R3 TO JO1N MY T34M 1N TH3 B1G G4M3 T4 1S S3TT1NG UP?
GC: H3LLO?
GC: H3LLLLOOOOOOOO?!
GC: SCR3W 1T.
GC: H4V3 FUN F1ND1NG 4 T34M.
-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] ceased trolling teasinglyCharismatic [TC] --

Drakon shifts his focus from the husktop briefly, after a moment passes he finds himself being messaged by someone. A quick lick and sniff of the screen and, oh no.
Not her.
Anyone but her.

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-- culturalGenerator [CG] began trolling galiantCourtdroll [GC]—
CG: I don’t know if you heard, but there is BIG NEWS going around.
CG: so incredibly HUGE!
CG: I SHIT you NOT!
GC: OK4Y WH4T 1S 1T.
CG: YOU are NOT the red team leader.
CG: Its me.
CG: You got that GC?
CG: Its ME!
GC: 1S TH1S TH3 P4RT WH3R3 1 4M SUPPOS3D TO SUBM1T TO YOU 1N YOUR STUP1D ROM4NT1C F4NT4SY?
GC: >:?
GC: 1 4M SO H4T3-SWOON OV3R YOU CG. 1 W1LL BL1NDLY FOLLOW YOUR W1LL 4S 1 H4T3-LOV3 YOU.
CG: I pray to the LORD that this is just a HORRIBLE JOKE and you AREN’T SERIOUS.
CG: I have no interest in you WHATSOEVER.
CG: of course Zethia on the other hand.
CG: c;B
GC: OH WOW.
GC: R34LLY?
GC: 1 GU3SS 1 SHOULD B3 FL4TT3R3D.
CG: or not, you never KNOW.
CG: tee hee hehehe hehehe hee hee.
GC: OK4Y Y34H YOU KNOW WH4T?
GC: SCR3W 1T, 1 DON’T C4R3.
GC: SO 1 4SSUM3 YOU W1LL B3 TRY1NG TO G3T M3 TO JO1N YOUR T34M NOW 4R3N’TCH4.
CG: oh you know ME so well.
CG: I was going to tell you ALL ABOUT Zetha’s little possi-crush just to mess with you.
CG: though it is a GOOD IDEA if we FOCUS on the team business.
CG: so yes, I want you on my team.
GC: WHO 3LS3 1S ON 1T?
CG: well, uhm…..Harley..?
GC: OH MY GOD.
GC: H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4.
GC: YOU DON’T H4V3 4NYON3 ON YOUR T34M Y3T DO YOU?
CG: SHUT UP!
GC: H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H OH MY GOD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4.
CG: I WILL TAKE MY BRASSIERE AND WHAP YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH IT UNTIL YOU ARE SNEEZING BLOOD FOR A WHOLE DAMN SWEEP!
GC: OH LORD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4 OH JEGUS H4H4H4H4H4H4.
GC: 1 W1LL B3 ON YOUR T34M CG.
GC: JUST OH GOD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H.
GC: 1 N33D T1M3 TO BR34TH3.
GC: H4H4H4H4H4.
CG: are you done?
GC: H4H4H4 OK4Y Y34H 1 GU3SS.
CG: I am going to go recruit the rest of the team.
CG: oh, and this is from Zethia~.
CG: *the lovely lass kisses the dragon lord on his cheek*
-- culturalGenerator [CG] ceased trolling galiantCourtdroll [GC] –
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD BLUSH3S H34V1LY, H3 1S 3V3N MOR3 CONFUS3D TH4N B3FOR3 NOW*

Meanwhile at a hollowed tomb, a ghastly boy levitates in the air. Geddon Shagai stares at the temple dedicated to a frog, commonly known as Bilious Slick. He used to come here when he was alive and spend his time playing, risking his life for his own entertainment.

He raises his arm high into the air, severing the statues head from the rest of its stony structure. This is an easy task for him, as his telekinetic abilities have made it so. As if for no real reason he desecrates the hollowed tomb, of course he knows better than anyone that in time this action will serve a purpose. It is why he was so reckless during his life time, and why in his afterlife he shall be indifferent.

He brings himself closer to the statue, giving a swift unreasonable and utterly pointless kick, sending the rest of it flying off the tomb and onto the ground surrounding it. For a moment he ponders what he shall do next, but remembers it is not exactly for him to decide. The fates have a bigger plan, as always. He goes to retrieve his computer.
Indeed the fates have a plan for him, he can feel it in his bones. To his very core. If he was alive this would surely chill him to the bone and he would love it, alas. He misses being alive, if he could feel that is.
And now he would be feeling distraught and annoyed by this meddlesome friend of his.

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-- guardianAuspistice [GA] began trolling arrivedArmageddon [AA]--
GA: Sup
AA: hellΩ again GA
GA: So Today Is the Big Day
GA: The Day You Ruin Everything And End The World
GA: Should I Even Try Stopping You
AA: yes
AA: well nΩ
AA: yΩu are free tΩ try but i have tΩ dΩ this
AA: i am dΩing this because i have tΩ nΩt because i want tΩ
GA: You Were Reckless When Alive But Dead You Are Even Worse
GA: I Still Think This Is Just You Trying To Feel That Rush Again
AA: i have fΩrgΩtten what it feels like tΩ have such a thing
GA: Remember When You Would Jump Off Cliffs And Only Stop Yourself Seconds Before Hitting The Ground
GA: When You Would Pick Fights With Vizini Whether Or Not You Two Were Flarping Because You Liked Being Hit
GA: I Guess My Point Is That I Know I Can Not Stop You Or Any Of This
GA: But I Know You Are As Scared As I Am Even If You Cant Feel It
AA: what is the pΩint Ωf all this
AA: i dΩnt get it
GA: I Am Saying You Have Me By Your Side Bro
GA: I Trust You On This
AA: ΩuΩ
AA: thanks

He sighs and leans back, boy that emote looks so stupid, he wants to complain about how waiting for the
end of the world has to be one of the most boring things Geddon has ever had to do.

He figures he might as well put all this spare time to use and contact Zethia about the current progress of things.

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-- arrivedArmageddon [AA] began trolling twotimedAngel [TA] –
AA: are the teams ready yet
TA: oh hii AA.
TA: well ii am gettiing everything 2et up but for the mo2t part ye2.
TA: then we leave this diimen2iion and go el2ewhere.
TA: riight?
AA: yes yΩu have it c Ωrrect sΩ far
TA: are you happy to fiinally be gettiing out of here?
TA: ):K
AA: Ω_Ω
AA: new emΩte
AA: it wΩrks better
TA: (:K
TA: you thiink 2o?
AA: nΩ and yes
TA: oh alriight.
TA: well back to the game then?
AA: Ωkay
TA: 2o what el2e ii2 there to go over?
AA: nΩthing i can think Ωf
TA: alriight.
TA: iit wa2 niice talkiing to you.
AA: yΩu like talking tΩ me?
TA: well yeah.
TA: (:K
TA: you are one of my be2t friiend2.
TA: liike a boyfriiend, only not.
AA: that lacks a lΩt Ωf lΩgic
TA: oh 2orry.
TA: S:K
TA: ii ought to get back to bu2iine22.
TA: bye!
AA: Ωkay
AA: bye

-- twotimedAngel [TA] ceased trolling arrivedArmageddon [AA] --

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PM me with questions about Genderbent and I will gladly answer them.

[-Benedict]

Oh looky here
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GENDERBENT - part 2

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It is time perspective was shifted over to the boys. At least one of them, who seems to be fairly busy with his usual nonsensical activities. Drakon Murabi stands in his lavishly colored hive gazing at the amazing spectrum that clash horrendously. Scalemates litter the floor of his room, he insists that they are action figures but all of his friends know better than that.

Drakon takes a whiff of the air, he is feeling energetic and willing to continue his ply where it was last left off. Lifting his cane from the wall he strolls over to one of the numerous scribbles on his hive. A rough, almost unidentifiable image of what is supposed to be a judge for a court presides over a courtroom made of books and scalemates.

“Order in the court!” Drakon muffles and tries to make his voice sound deep and menacing, his honorable tyranny presides over the court with a poorly drawn moustache and beard.

He grabs Mayor Sillybiscuits and shakes him about playfully, muttering in a silly voice, “Your honor I am innocent honest!”

The hoarse tyrant growls, “No excuses! Prosecution. You may do what you will with the Mayor.”

Drakon glares coldly at the Mayor, the political official shakes in his scales. He knows what he has done, and he can not hide it from this prosecutor. Drakon gives him a hearty slap across his corrupt face. The Mayor begins to shake quite nervously, he can feel his time drawing near.

“Thought you could get away with it did you? Thought the lovely lady Justice would just miss what you’ve done?”

He continues to slap the Mayor till he catches a whiff of bruising and tears. The Mayor is about to break down into a bunch of hissy fits and tears. Drakon tugs on his snout and takes a deep sniff of the cowardly politican.

“Oh Mayor, you smell like you are fresh from the oven! I could just eat you up!” He grins widely, “But those lies of yours smell like a hoofbeasts ass!”

The Mayor squeals for his witness to testify of his innocence. But what’s this?
Treachery! The witness has been strangled to death.

“How queer, isn’t it Mayor. How your best hope of innocence has been silenced. It’s almost poetic justice.” Drakon chuckles.

The Mayor disagrees with a shake of his head and a thwump of his tail. He knows something stinks in the court and it is not himself. The Mayor takes in a breath as he prepares to accuse the prosecution of fixing this hearing, but alas a firm hand constricts his plush throat and prevents him from the even the softest of whimpers.

“I will give you a chance Mayor,” Drakon pulls a coin from behind his ear, “I will flip this, and heads you are free to go, tails you stay with me.” He cackles.

The Mayor turns to the judge and coarsely pleads, “Is this even legal?!”

The Tyrant chortles loudly, “In my court it is!”

Drakon flips the coin off his thumb, it twirls in the air; performing a pirouette of off the deep end and into the controlled fate of Mayor Sillybiscuits. A hush falls before the jury, of which there is none. The prosecution stays silent. The coin lands on tails and
the Mayor relaxes.

His fate has been decided.

He promptly asks, “May I go now. The coin has chosen to show me as innocent.”

Drakon raised an eyebrow and fixed his shades. Turning to the Mayor with a snarky grin, asking in a mocking tone. “What coin? The prosecution sees no coin.” He tightens his grip on the Mayor and readies a noose, “The prosecution sees no coin.”

The noose is tightened firmly around the Mayor’s neck, he is soon expunged out the open window. Drakon chuckles maniacally.

“HE’S BLIND!”

Drakon turns to the doodle of the tyrant judge and takes a nice long lick of the delicious lime green chalk. The court has been adjourned and Drakon can return to his regular routine. He climbs down from his stack of books, varying from catalogues to lewd and inappropriate magazines it would be a bad idea to show any other troll.

He grips the firm cold length of his walking cane. It has helped him find his way around many twists and turns, although he is fully capable of seeing without it leading. He hopes that one day he will get to use it to drub the oafs he has come to dislike, specifically Vizini Sabich.

Drakon used to Flarp fairly often alongside Vizini till he did something that crossed the line. No one would ever forgive Vizini except for Pasifa. To this day Drakon questions why, but he figures it is merely Vizini manipulating her to his will.

Regardless of this, he has business to attend to. Specifically in building a team to compete against Zethia. She is so stuck up and sure of herself, it bothers him to no end. He figures if he is going to take on such a tactical and brainy foe, he might as well take the opposite side and go for brawn instead.
Speaking of brawn, Drakon knows just the guy for the job. Of course there is only one proper way to recruit this surly fellow.

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-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] began trolling acidicCalico [AC] --
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD KNOCKS POL1T3LY ON TH3 3NTR4NC3 TO H1S 4LL13S C4V3.*
GC: *4ND T4K3S 4 D33P WH1FF W1TH H1S NOSTR1LS FOR GOOD M34SUR3*
AC: :33 < *the fierce lion comes out from within his cave, he growls playfully to his dragon lord.*
AC: :33 < *He uses one of his many mighty jaws to clean his paws from the blood of a fresh kill, using the other to grin widely at his friend.*
GC: >
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD GR1NS B4CK 4T H1S COMR4D3 4ND HUGS H1M T1GHTLY 1N 4 COMPL3T3LY PL4TON1C F4SH1ON*
GC: *L1K3 4 BRO-HUG*
AC: :33 < you know you don’t n33d to clarify these things, right?
GC: 1 GU3SS SO BUT 1T F33LS ODD HUGG1NG YOU.
AC: ? < oh come on its just a freaking hug.
AC: :33 < you aren’t THAT uncomfortable with your sexuality are you?
GC: 1 GU3SS 1 ST1LL DON’T KNOW WH1CH G3ND3R 1 PR3F3R. 1F 31TH3R.
AC: :SS < ever think you like both boys and girls?
GC: 1 GU3SS TH4T WOULD M4K3 S3NS3. 1TS JUST UNCOMMON 4ND M4K3S M3 F33L 3 L1TTL3 D1FF3R3NT.
AC: :33 < its fine by me! I like you this way!
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD HOLDS H1S FR13ND CLOS3 4ND SNUGGL3S W1TH H1M 4S 4PPR3C14T1ON FOR H1S K1ND WORDS*
AC: :33 < * the lion happily accepts the snuggle and licks his friends ch33k.*
GC: NOW TH4T W3 4R3 COMFORT4BL3 M4Y 1 4SK YOU SOM3TH1NG?
AC: :OO < oh sure!
AC: :33 < what is it GC?
GC: 1 W4S GO1NG TO 4SK 1F YOU WOULD L1K3 TO B3 4 P4RT OF MY T34M.
AC: :OO < oh my goodness!
AC: :33 < that sounds fantastic! but I should probably get purrmission first. You know how she is about this.
GC: OH COM3 ON M4N YOU C4N NOT L3T YOUR MO1R41L CONTROL YOU SO MUCH.
GC: SH3 1S JUST T3LL1NG YOU WH4T TO DO TO M4K3 H3RS3LF F33L B3TT3R 4BOUT H3RS3LF.
AC: :33 < I don’t care if that’s the case.
AC: :33 < I have to respect my moirails decisions.
GC: OK4Y F1N3.
GC: 1F SH3 R3FUS3S 1 W1LL BOP H3R ON H3R NOS3.
AC: :33 < don’t you mean drub?
GC: WH4T3V3R.
GC: 1 4M OFF TO GO R3CRU1T MOR3 M3MB3RS.
AC: :33 < k!
-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] ceased trolling acidicCalico [AC] --

Drakon moves his cursor over to the Trolltag of Harley, she was next on his list of team members to recruit anyhow.

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-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] began trolling teasinglyCharismatic [TC]--
GC: H3LLO H4RL3Y!
GC: C4R3 TO JO1N MY T34M 1N TH3 B1G G4M3 T4 1S S3TT1NG UP?
GC: H3LLO?
GC: H3LLLLOOOOOOOO?!
GC: SCR3W 1T.
GC: H4V3 FUN F1ND1NG 4 T34M.
-- galiantCourtdroll [GC] ceased trolling teasinglyCharismatic [TC] --

Drakon shifts his focus from the husktop briefly, after a moment passes he finds himself being messaged by someone. A quick lick and sniff of the screen and, oh no.
Not her.
Anyone but her.

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-- culturalGenerator [CG] began trolling galiantCourtdroll [GC]—
CG: I don’t know if you heard, but there is BIG NEWS going around.
CG: so incredibly HUGE!
CG: I SHIT you NOT!
GC: OK4Y WH4T 1S 1T.
CG: YOU are NOT the red team leader.
CG: Its me.
CG: You got that GC?
CG: Its ME!
GC: 1S TH1S TH3 P4RT WH3R3 1 4M SUPPOS3D TO SUBM1T TO YOU 1N YOUR STUP1D ROM4NT1C F4NT4SY?
GC: >
GC: 1 4M SO H4T3-SWOON OV3R YOU CG. 1 W1LL BL1NDLY FOLLOW YOUR W1LL 4S 1 H4T3-LOV3 YOU.
CG: I pray to the LORD that this is just a HORRIBLE JOKE and you AREN’T SERIOUS.
CG: I have no interest in you WHATSOEVER.
CG: of course Zethia on the other hand.
CG: c;B
GC: OH WOW.
GC: R34LLY?
GC: 1 GU3SS 1 SHOULD B3 FL4TT3R3D.
CG: or not, you never KNOW.
CG: tee hee hehehe hehehe hee hee.
GC: OK4Y Y34H YOU KNOW WH4T?
GC: SCR3W 1T, 1 DON’T C4R3.
GC: SO 1 4SSUM3 YOU W1LL B3 TRY1NG TO G3T M3 TO JO1N YOUR T34M NOW 4R3N’TCH4.
CG: oh you know ME so well.
CG: I was going to tell you ALL ABOUT Zetha’s little possi-crush just to mess with you.
CG: though it is a GOOD IDEA if we FOCUS on the team business.
CG: so yes, I want you on my team.
GC: WHO 3LS3 1S ON 1T?
CG: well, uhm…..Harley..?
GC: OH MY GOD.
GC: H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4.
GC: YOU DON’T H4V3 4NYON3 ON YOUR T34M Y3T DO YOU?
CG: SHUT UP!
GC: H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H OH MY GOD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4.
CG: I WILL TAKE MY BRASSIERE AND WHAP YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH IT UNTIL YOU ARE SNEEZING BLOOD FOR A WHOLE DAMN SWEEP!
GC: OH LORD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4 OH JEGUS H4H4H4H4H4H4.
GC: 1 W1LL B3 ON YOUR T34M CG.
GC: JUST OH GOD H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H4H.
GC: 1 N33D T1M3 TO BR34TH3.
GC: H4H4H4H4H4.
CG: are you done?
GC: H4H4H4 OK4Y Y34H 1 GU3SS.
CG: I am going to go recruit the rest of the team.
CG: oh, and this is from Zethia~.
CG: *the lovely lass kisses the dragon lord on his cheek*
-- culturalGenerator [CG] ceased trolling galiantCourtdroll [GC] –
GC: *TH3 DR4GON LORD BLUSH3S H34V1LY, H3 1S 3V3N MOR3 CONFUS3D TH4N B3FOR3 NOW*

Meanwhile at a hollowed tomb, a ghastly boy levitates in the air. Geddon Shagai stares at the temple dedicated to a frog, commonly known as Bilious Slick. He used to come here when he was alive and spend his time playing, risking his life for his own entertainment.

He raises his arm high into the air, severing the statues head from the rest of its stony structure. This is an easy task for him, as his telekinetic abilities have made it so. As if for no real reason he desecrates the hollowed tomb, of course he knows better than anyone that in time this action will serve a purpose. It is why he was so reckless during his life time, and why in his afterlife he shall be indifferent.

He brings himself closer to the statue, giving a swift unreasonable and utterly pointless kick, sending the rest of it flying off the tomb and onto the ground surrounding it. For a moment he ponders what he shall do next, but remembers it is not exactly for him to decide. The fates have a bigger plan, as always. He goes to retrieve his computer.
Indeed the fates have a plan for him, he can feel it in his bones. To his very core. If he was alive this would surely chill him to the bone and he would love it, alas. He misses being alive, if he could feel that is.
And now he would be feeling distraught and annoyed by this meddlesome friend of his.

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-- guardianAuspistice [GA] began trolling arrivedArmageddon [AA]--
GA: Sup
AA: hellΩ again GA
GA: So Today Is the Big Day
GA: The Day You Ruin Everything And End The World
GA: Should I Even Try Stopping You
AA: yes
AA: well nΩ
AA: yΩu are free tΩ try but i have tΩ dΩ this
AA: i am dΩing this because i have tΩ nΩt because i want tΩ
GA: You Were Reckless When Alive But Dead You Are Even Worse
GA: I Still Think This Is Just You Trying To Feel That Rush Again
AA: i have fΩrgΩtten what it feels like tΩ have such a thing
GA: Remember When You Would Jump Off Cliffs And Only Stop Yourself Seconds Before Hitting The Ground
GA: When You Would Pick Fights With Vizini Whether Or Not You Two Were Flarping Because You Liked Being Hit
GA: I Guess My Point Is That I Know I Can Not Stop You Or Any Of This
GA: But I Know You Are As Scared As I Am Even If You Cant Feel It
AA: what is the pΩint Ωf all this
AA: i dΩnt get it
GA: I Am Saying You Have Me By Your Side Bro
GA: I Trust You On This
AA: ΩuΩ
AA: thanks

He sighs and leans back, boy that emote looks so stupid, he wants to complain about how waiting for the
end of the world has to be one of the most boring things Geddon has ever had to do.

He figures he might as well put all this spare time to use and contact Zethia about the current progress of things.

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-- arrivedArmageddon [AA] began trolling twotimedAngel [TA] –
AA: are the teams ready yet
TA: oh hii AA.
TA: well ii am gettiing everything 2et up but for the mo2t part ye2.
TA: then we leave this diimen2iion and go el2ewhere.
TA: riight?
AA: yes yΩu have it c Ωrrect sΩ far
TA: are you happy to fiinally be gettiing out of here?
TA: ):K
AA: Ω_Ω
AA: new emΩte
AA: it wΩrks better
TA: (:K
TA: you thiink 2o?
AA: nΩ and yes
TA: oh alriight.
TA: well back to the game then?
AA: Ωkay
TA: 2o what el2e ii2 there to go over?
AA: nΩthing i can think Ωf
TA: alriight.
TA: iit wa2 niice talkiing to you.
AA: yΩu like talking tΩ me?
TA: well yeah.
TA: (:K
TA: you are one of my be2t friiend2.
TA: liike a boyfriiend, only not.
AA: that lacks a lΩt Ωf lΩgic
TA: oh 2orry.
TA: S:K
TA: ii ought to get back to bu2iine22.
TA: bye!
AA: Ωkay
AA: bye

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PM me with questions about Genderbent and I will gladly answer them.

OH MY JOB YOU HORRIBLE WRITER WITH YOUR NEFARIOUS SELF-INSERTION YOU
HOW COULD YOU
But yeah, this is going great. I like how the the dynamic shift between between Sollux and Aradia (or, uh, Geddon and whatever twotimedAngel's name was) results in less of a FLIP THE FUCK OUT like it did in Hivebent.

BUT WAIT
THERE'S CRITICISM!
From what we've heard from Karkat (CG: HOW IS THAT EVEN A THING), sexual orientation is a complete non-concept in troll society- so much that there are no words to describe it and the notion that gender would have any effect on the possibility of a romantic relationship in any quadrant is alien and shocking to them. In that light, the conversation between Drakon and *the fierce lion* male AC sort of doesn't make any sense.

But the fact that Vriska is now named Vizzini's a Bitch makes up for everything forever. I am giving you so many thumbs up right now. All the thumbs. All of them. Which. Uh.
Okay that's just two thumbs, so it's more of a "both of them" thing. BUT REMEMBER HOW TWO THUMBS UP IS SUPER GOOD? It is, it is.

[DJ-P0N3]

@SpacetimeCounselor
The thing is if I had only changed genders it wouldn't change too much really.
So I made sexuality actually matter in this, as to provide decent drama.

[Wigmund]

I can't believe no one's commented on this one yet. All of the characters sound in-character for the most part, and the rest of the time they're so cute I don't care :3 . You're turning me into a polyamorous shipper, Wigmund.

Sorry I missed this compliment earlier. But thank you, I have a hard time writing people 'in-character' because I take an aspect of their personality and act it out in my head, so I end up corrupting it

If people feel like pointing out where I go horribly off, feel free to. Can't improve unless I told what I screwed up on.

[-Benedict]

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Oh ok, I see what you are doing thar. How does that factor into kismesissitude, and more importantly the non-concupiscent, platonic yet still "romantic" quadrants- namely moirallegiance and the three-way dynamic of auspicticeship?

To make this post not just a question I could have PM'd, I will do something stutid like some kind of attention-whoring fuckass or such and complain that the latest Homekrigg Geniusstuck got pagebottom'd on page 9 and ignored.

COMPLAAAAAAAAIIINT

EDIT: Oh or to be more on-topic, Wigmund I have been waiting for a fic that explores what happens in paradoxical doomed timelines for a while. I know you have lots of experience in killing off trolls, so I can't wait to see where this goes.

[DJ-P0N3]

@spacetimeCounselor
It will affect kismesistude barely at all.
Because it is more based on hatred, so same sex kismesisitude is actually quite common, like rivals are often the same gender.
Moirails gender doesn't matter too much because again, no real romance in that besides keeping the other from endangering others or themselves.
Auspistice is something I have never really understood, so I am still winging it.

[SeptimusMagistos]

CAT: i ALSO AGREE, aCTUALLY,
CAC: :33 < *ac would also like to take a moment to compliment tavros’s handle*[B]

Oh, god, that one killed me

In the interest of giving credit where credit is due, I saw a variation of that joke in the chat thread a long while back.

However, I do take full credit for bringing it back to the masses.

[apocalypticCritic]

@SC: You attention-whoring fuckass. For the record though, Homekrigg Genisstuck is one of my favorites. Keep it up!

[Wigmund]

EDIT: Oh or to be more on-topic, Wigmund I have been waiting for a fic that explores what happens in paradoxical doomed timelines for a while. I know you have lots of experience in killing off trolls, so I can't wait to see where this goes.

Wuh? Septimus wrote the fic with the doomed timeline. I wrote the cutesy Jade-Karkat pesterlog.

[Violet CLM]

Hey all, not to distract from the genderswapping, but concerning the earlier bout of rainbow drinkers, I thought I'd crosspost my own take on the theme, Kanaya the Rainbow Drinker Slayer, since it's pretty quiet in its own thread at the moment. Episode 3 should probably be up sometime later today, perhaps followed by some oneshots for practicing my Terezi.

[-Benedict]

EDIT: Oh or to be more on-topic, Wigmund I have been waiting for a fic that explores what happens in paradoxical doomed timelines for a while. I know you have lots of experience in killing off trolls, so I can't wait to see where this goes.

Wuh? Septimus wrote the fic with the doomed timeline. I wrote the cutesy Jade-Karkat pesterlog.

guh?
...

*facepalm*
MORON MORON MORON

brb gotta read your thing

EDIT: FURGLGOORGLGLUH HOW DID I MISS THAT
That is completely adorable in all the ways. You win.
CG: WHAT...I...OH MY...

Also SeptimusMagistos I am sorry for failing to properly accredit you when commenting on your fic. Hopefully you're at least half as good as Wigmund at hilariously killing off trolls. Given your track record though I still expect super awesomes.

[SeptimusMagistos]

Eventually I think there will be proper narration. For now, have another pesterlogue:

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FUTURE grimAuxiliatrix [FGA] 1:26 HOURS FROM NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board Doomed Is Just A Word

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FGA 1:26 HOURS FROM NOW opened memo on board Doomed Is Just A Word.

FGA: Hello And Welcome To The New Transtimeline Board
FGA: Created In The Spirit Of Optimism And Greater Cooperation Between Species
FGA: For The Purpose Of Protecting Ourselves From The Common Threat Of No Longer Being Hunted Down By An Omnipotent Demon
FGA: I Hereby Call The First Meeting Of The Survival Committee To Order
FGA: First Order Of Business Is A Short Presentation By Equius Zahhak With His Soon To Be Regular Feature
FGA: Safety Tips For Pedantic Wigglers
FUTURE centaursTesticle [FCT] 1:26 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FCT: D --> Thank you.
FCT: D --> I will be brief.
FCT: D --> I’m sure everyone is aware of how sadistic this game can get.
FCT: D --> We have survived so much
FCT: D --> It w001d be embarrassing to be killed by a minor accident or misjudgment.
FCT: D --> Therefore everyone is advised to follow certain elementary safety procedures:
FCT: D --> Firstly, stay away from heights or unstable construction.
FCT: D --> Or really any situation where you can fall or have other objects fall on you.
FCT: D --> You sh001d also stay away from stairs.
FCT: D --> If stairs are unavoidable, use caution, walk slowly and hold on to railings.
FCT: D --> You are being warned about stairs.
FCT: D --> This means you, Tavros.
CURRENT adiosToreador [CAT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAT: uHHHH, cONSIDER ME FULLY BRIEFED,
CAT: oN THE MATTER OF STAIRS,
FCT: D --> Secondly, stay away from monsters.
FCT: D --> I know you think you can handle them
FCT: D --> But there is no need to give this game an easy way to cheat.
FCT: D --> Lastly, everyone has received codes for robotic prosthetics.
FCT: D --> Make sure you have some alchemized and carry a f001l set with you at all times.
FCT: D --> With these elementary precautions, you sh001d be able to avoid death due to stupid accidents.
FGA: Thank You Equius
FGA: In Other Business The Time Research Subcommittee Will Have Begun Work Shortly
FGA: If One Of The Members Can Alert Us To The Progress
FUTURE apocalypseArisen [FAA] AT ?:?? responded to memo.
FAA: pr0gress is satisfact0ry
FUTURE turntechGodhead [FTG] AT ?:?? responded to memo.
FTG: progress is off the hook
FUTURE turntechGodhead [FTG] AT ?:?? responded to memo.
FTG: you cant take a step without tripping in some wicked sweet progress
FGA: While Frustratingly Vague That Report Is At Least A Little Heartening
FGA: The Formation Of Other Subcommittees Will Begin Shortly
FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 8:24 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FCG: NO TIME FOR YOUR SUBCOMMITTEES.
FCG: I KNOW THE EXACT MANNER OF OUR DOOM.
FCG: GAMZEE’S GONE CRAZY.
FCG: HE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL!
FCG: AND THEN PRESUMABLY DIE FROM INHALING SOME CHEMICALS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE COME ON HE MIGHT BE THE BARD OF RAGE BUT HE’S STILL GAMZEE FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
FUTURE terminallyCapricious [FTC] 9 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FTC: honk.
FTC: HONK.
FCG: FIGURES.
FTC: now why would you say something like that, best friend?
FTC: CLEARLY I AM MOTHERFUCKING FINE, BROTHER.
FTC: honk.
FTC: HONK.
FGA: Gamzee You Are Clearly Lying
FGA: Why Would You Even Think That Was Going To Work
FCG: HE’S OFF THE SOPOR SLIME!
FGA: Then Clearly The Replenishment Of Sopor Slime Strategic Supply Has Become A Priority
FGA: And Also I Suppose A Method Of Delivering It To An Unwilling Subject
FGA: Perhaps Some Sort Of A Pie Launching Catapult
FUTURE centaursTesticle 2 [FCT2] 8:45 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FCT2: D --> It seems more safety tips are now in order.
FCT2: D --> Anyone stuck in the meteor with a murderous superpowered clown is advised to stick together.
FCT2: D --> If you absolutely have to go off on your own, make sure you have one of the more powerful group members with you.
FCT2: D --> Having Eridan or Vriska along should make you reasonably safe.
FCT2: D --> And remember to keep taunting the !Insane Gamzee at every possible opportunity.
FCT2: D --> Like so:
FCT2: D --> A twisted dark clown with a brain made of flan
FCT2: D --> Ambition-wise unworthy to lick Eridan’s boots
FCT2: D --> And even with soporifi% rusting his think-pan
FCT2: D --> His intelligence, it appears, could only improve.
FCT2: D --> The hole in his brain must have let in some air
FCT2: D --> Presumably making it worth all the rust
FCT2: D --> Now that it’s closed (or so the f001 thinks)
FCT2: D --> There is little in there except dead flies and dust.
FCT2: D --> Worth less than a glass of spilled milk
FCT2: D --> In musclebeast pasture
FCT2: D --> His methods a mockery of his b100d and his stature
FCT2: D --> The poor crazy clown is running out of time.
FCT2: D --> I think we’d be worse off being stalked by common swine.
FTC: honk.
FTC: MOTHERFUCKING HONK MOTHERFUCKER.
FTC: your blood is the first to go.
FTC: I’LL SPILL IT LIKE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MILK.
FCT2: D --> Your poetic humiliation has only just begun.
FCT2: D --> Obviously this is not a concern for the humans.
FCT2: D --> I believe you were busy dealing with a universe-destroying bomb.
CURRENT TentacleTherapist [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CTT: Zahhaaaaaaaaaaak!
FCT2: D --> I am suddenly reminded I was not supposed to mention this yet.
FCT2: D --> I feel extremely f001ish.
FTC: honk.
FCT2: D --> Go suck a lemon chuck.
FGA: This Appears To Be Degenerating To The Point Where Little Of Use Will Get Done
FGA: I Hereby Declare This Session Closed.

FGA closed memo.

[-Benedict]

Absolutely yes wonderful. AND THEN PRESUMABLY DIE FROM INHALING SOME CHEMICALS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE COME ON HE MIGHT BE THE BARD OF RAGE BUT HE’S STILL GAMZEE FOR FUCK’S SAKE. And multiple altcolored future Daves tripping all over the wicked sweet progress. Septimus, if I have not made clear that pesterlogs are my favorite fics, I should do that now, because they are. And Equius Zahhak rapping is always one of the many best things in the category of best things associated with Homestuck.

[Embargo]

Man, good job everyone! I would submit some of my own stuff, but I put a hold on MSPA-Fanfics to start working on a few other writing projects. I'm hoping to join the party once we get some more plot across and I actually find some idea I'd like to work on.

Anyway, keep up the great work guys. Or just keep on keepin' on, if that's your cup of tea.

[The Cool]

okay seriously

that doomed timeline fic


i need more of it

[SkaianRedeemer]

See you later, Embargo!

[penguinbound]

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Taking advice given to me, I decided to actually show the session of 12, instead of just that character thing I was doing before.

Stuckhome
Chapter 1-In Which Twelve Kids Plan to Play a Game

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Open Pesterlog:

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cancerBiologist [CB] began pestering fatallyErratic [FE]
cB: HEY, GAZE!
cB: I SAW YOU WANTED TO TALK TO ME EARLIER, BUT I COULDN’T ANSWER!
cB: I WAS PRETTY BUSY WITH SOMETHING. IS IT STILL RELEVANT?
cB: ...
cB: UM...
cB: GAZE? YOU THERE? HELLO?
fE: hehe SORRY there BRO i WAS busy WITH a MAGNET
fE: totally CONFOUNDING contraption BRO
fE: anyway YEAH the THING is STILL quite RELEVANT
fE: but UH
fE: can’t QUITE remember IT
fE: it WAS pretty IMPORTANT i THINK
fE: sorry
cB: IT’S OKAY! YOU’LL REMEMBER IT SOMETIME.
cB: IS IT SOMETHING ONE OF THE OTHERS KNOW?
cB: BECAUSE I COULD ALWAYS ASK THEM.
fE: OH yeah I guess YOU’RE right
fE: YOU could TOTALLY ask ONE of THE others
fE: HEHE alright I’LL just GO and YOU chat UP the OTHERS
cB: ALRIGHT, GAZE!
cB: SEE YOU LATER!
fE: hehe FUCK yes BRO
fE: you MOTHERFUCKING bet

fatallyErratic [FE] ceased pestering cancerBiologist [CB]

Karl chuckled, as he closed out of the chat window. Gaze was pretty funny, sometimes! He scratched his head, his fingers weaving through his dark hair that was probably a bit too untidy. But he didn’t care. He returned to the screen, his silky gray eyes scanning the screen. There were plenty of people he could ask, but maybe he would try... her! Yes, definitely her, because if anyone was in the know, it would be her! He quickly moved his mouse to her name, and clicked, a chat window popping up.

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cancerBiologist [CB] began pestering scaffoldTuner [ST]
cB: HI, TERI!
sT: h3y k4rl
sT: d1d g4z3 t3ll y0u y3t
cB: ACTUALLY, THAT'S WHAT I CAME TO ASK YOU ABOUT!
cB: HE KIND OF FORGOT, SO I DECIDED TO COME ASK YOU!
sT: h3h3h3h3
sT: 1ts n0t th4t 1mp0rt4nt but
sT: w3v3 d3c1d3d t0 4ll pl4y 4 g4m3 t0g3th3r
sT: d1d y0u w4nt t0 j01n
cB: YEAH, SURE!
cB: UH, WHAT GAME?
sT: c0m3 t0 th3 m3m0 th4ts 0p3n r1ght n0w

scaffoldTuner [ST] ceased pestering cancerBiologist [CB]

He frowned. Memos generally never went well, their first few falling in to one big argument over what the best movie was. It was pretty annoying, and he got mocked for liking romance movies, even though they're, in fact, a perfectly fine genre. He shook his head. Might as well.

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dH: Thats Probably Not Very Healthy Vria
dH: I Would Suggest Not Doing That Anymore
sG: Hehehehe!!!!!!!! I'll 8e fine, Naya!!!!!!!!
dH: I Seriously Doubt It
dH: But
dH: Sure Okay
cancerBiologist [CB] responded to the memo
cB: UM, WHAT'S HAPPENING?
dH: Oh Hello Karl
dH: Vria Was Doing Something Odd With Her Spiders
cB: AGAIN?
dH: Again
dH: I Was Just Advising Her To Stop
sG: And I'm not going to listen, of course!!!!!!!!
gB: uh, well this has been a pretty interesting, uh, chat and all,
gB: but, uh, don,t we have a pretty important thing to deal with,
gB: at least, uh, that,s what i thought the point of this was,
gB: i might, uh, be wrong, of course,
sT: n0 r0ss y0u w3r3 r1ght
gB: oh, uh, ok,
gB: i,m not, uh, usually right that often so,
gB: i was, uh, just making sure,
sG: Oh, for once Orange 8oy is right!!!!!!!!
sG: It's a miracle!
fE: hehe DID someone MENTION motherfucking MIRACLES
sG: Oh, geez, here we go!!!!!!!! D::::
sT: 0k4y w3r3 g3tt1ng r1d1cul0usly 0ff tr4ck h3r3
cB: WE KIND OF ALWAYS GET OFF TRACK, THAT'S WHY WE HARDLY DO MEMOS!
cB: PLUS, I DON'T THINK EVERYONE IS HERE.
gB: or, uh, maybe they,re just not talking,
gB: but i, uh, i might be wrong, of course,
gB: that, uh, happens a lot,
sT: y3s w3 g3t 1t m1r4cl3s 4r3 ann0y1ng m3m0s g3t 0ff tr4ck vr14 sh0uld st0p d01ng w31rd sp1d3r th1ngs 4nd r0ss 1s wr0ng 4ll th3 t1m3 c4n w3 shut th3 fuck up 4nd g3t 0n w1th th1s
cB: YES I WOULD LIKE TO STAY ON TASK AS WELL.
cB: BEFORE THIS GETS ANY MORE RIDICULOUS!
sG: ........
sG: My spider stuff is not weird!!!!!!!! ::::I
sT: 0k4y sur3 r1ght n0w 1t d03snt m4tt3r
sT: c4n w3 g3t 0n3 pr0duct1ve th1ng d0n3
sG: Nope!!!!!!!!
sT: y0u kn0w wh4t vr14 y0u c4n just shut th3 h3ll up
sG: Hehehehehehehehe!!!!!!!!
aC: :3 <(i would just like to take a minute to say something.)
sT: wh3n d1d y0u g3t h3r3
aC: :3 <(it doesn't matter right now, i'm about to say something pretty important!)
aC: *taps the microphone*
aC: :3 <(testing, testing, one two three, testing!)
aC: *shuffles papers, adorably of course!*
aC: :D <(ok so i am here to say that i am getting a new kitten!)
aC: :D <(his name will be pouncer!)
aC: :3 <(that is all, thank you.)
aC: *steps down from the podium, glad to hear the applause*
sT: ...
sT: 0k f0rg3t 1t 1 c0mpl3t3ly qu1t try1ng t0 d0 4nyth1ng
cO: D-Well-I-though-it-was-e%cellent-news-!->
sT: shut up z4ck
cO: D-E%cuse-me-Teri->
sT: >:[
sT: c4n w3 4ll p0l1t3ly shut th3 h3ll up s0 1 c4n s4y th1s
cC: Now, wait just a darn glubbing minute!
cC: I thought you were clamming up?
sT: ...
cC: Heehee! I'm sorry! It was just too funny to pass up!
cC: I'll be as quiet as a sponge, now!
sT: 1 h4t3 y0u 4ll s0 much 4t th1s m0m3nt
cB: WHAT DID I DO?
sT: n0th1ng k4rl shut up
cC: This is quite eelectrifying!
cC: Heehee!
sT: 1m ab0ut t0 h1t s0m30n3
sT: h4rd
gF: Hovv? None of us are ewen near you.
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned gaiusFishtank [GF] from the memo--
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned cuttleCollector [CC] from the memo--
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned antimonyCatmint [AC] from the memo--
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned centaursOrchis [CO] from the memo--
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned spidersGrasp [SG] from the memo--
sT: 4ny0n3 3ls3
dH: I Would Just Like To Name You Tyrant Of The Year
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned downcastHelper [DH] from the memo--
sT: 1 h0p3 th4t w4s w0rth 1t
dC: II'm thurprithed you didn't ban Gathe.
--scaffoldTuner [ST] has banned doubleCataclysm [DC] from the memo--
sT: 0k4y s0 w3r3 4ll g01ng t0 pl4y 4 g4m3
aH: H0w? Every0ne is banned! 0o0
fE: woah IS that A clown NOSE
aH: N0, it's a surprised face. 0_0
--scaffoldTuner [ST] banned armageddonHarbringer [AH] from the memo--
--scaffoldTuner [ST] banned fatallyErratic [FE] from the memo--
gB: well, uh, you,re nothing if not, uh, efficient,
gB: oh, no, uh, am i going to be banned for that,
gB: i kind of don,t want to be, uh, but that,s your decision,
sT: ...
sT: y0ur3 0k4y
sT: n0w 4nyw4y th3 g4m3 w3ll b3 pl4y1ng 1s sburb
sT: 1ts mult1pl4y3r 4nd c4n supp0rt 4s m4ny pl4y3rs 4s p0ss1bl3
sT: th1s 1s th3 g4m3 w3ll b3 pl4y1ng t0g3th3r
sT: und3rst00d
gB: nobody else can, uh, respond, teri,
gB: oh, uh, oops,
--scaffoldTuner [ST] banned goodbyeBullfighter [GB] from the memo--
cB: UM, I GET IT TERI.
sT: 0k4y th3n
sT: 1v3 g0t d0wnl04ds f0r 3v3ry0n3
sT: 1ll 3m41l th3m t0 3v3ry0n3
sT: 0k4y
sT: n1ght 3v3ry0n3
cB: UM...
cB: OH!
cB: --scaffoldTuner [ST] banned cancerBiologist [CB] from the memo--
cB: HAHA!

Karl quickly went to his barely used email, and saw the link. He clicked on it, and he eyes almost bugged at the length of time it would take. Jeez, how big was this game? It was going to take a while...

[Stormrunner]

Second fiction I've written about Homestuck. Linking offsite due to blood and the length...oh god the length.
I plan to write this in a few parts to fill in the blank on a few things. Writing it in both John and Karkat's perspective should do it, but I may throw in some points from others as well.

Takes place in the Troll session not long after Terezi tried to revive Tavros.
A bit of a surprise from Gamzee, Eridan causing some havoc, and learning where Vriska gets the material to make her webs (seriously how does she do that?).

This one is Vriska centric, and for now the title is Deserve until I think of something better.

I hope if you take the time to read this you will enjoy. Thank you .

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Deserve

[SeptimusMagistos]

So I've come up with another chapter. Obviously this one takes place a little later in the timeline.

Chapter 3: Fearful Symmetry

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PAST terminallyCapricious [PTC] 1:30:00 HOURS AGO opened public transtimeline bulletin board MoThErFuCkInG MiRaClEs

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PTC 1:30:00 HOURS AGO opened memo on board MoThErFuCkInG MiRaClEs.

PTC: HeLlO?
FUTURE terminallyCapricious [FTC] 1:30:00 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FTC: hello.
FTC: HELLO, MOTHERFUCKER.
PTC: WhAt’s tHiS I HeAr aBoUt yOu sLaUgHtErInG My fRiEnDs?
FTC: motherfucking truth my brother.
FTC: ONLY MOTHERFUCKING TRUTH WITH ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LIES KICKED TO THE MOTHERFUCKING CURB.
FTC: the dark carnival has started, brother.
FTC: ALL ARE WELCOME.
PTC: WeLl, mOtHeRfUcK Me.
PTC: ThIs hErE Is sOmE WeIrD ShIt.
PTC: AlMoSt lIkE ThE OpPoSiTe oF A mIrAcLe.
FTC: get with the program, past brother.
FTC: YOUR THINK PAN IS MOTHERFUCKING RUSTED.
FTC: but soon you will kick the ignorance all over the motherfucking place.
FTC: AND HAVE SOME MOTHERFUCKING UNDERSTANDING.
FTC: cause see with every minute you are less real.
FTC: AND I AM MORE REAL.
FTC: tick.
FTC: TOCK.
FTC: tick.
FTC: TOCK.
FTC: honk.
FTC: HONK.
PTC: HoNk. :o)
FTC: no.
FTC: NOT FOR YOU.
FTC: no smiles.
FTC: NO HONKING.
FTC: soon no nothing.
FTC: NEVER AGAIN.
PTC: No.
FTC: what the fuck?
FTC: DID YOU JUST MOTHERFUCKING SAY NO TO ME?
PTC: WeLl, sUrE.
PTC: BeCaUsE WhAt yOu sAy iS SaId iN MoThErFuCkInG IgNoRaNcE.
PTC: As fOr mE, I HaVe a LoT Of iGnOrAnCe tOo.
PTC: bUt aLsO SoMe uNdEr-mOtHeRfUcKiNg-sTaNdInG.
PTC: AnD I HaVe sOmE FaItH ToO, yOu KnOw?
PTC: I BeLiEvE In tHe mIrThFuL MeSsIaHs,
PTC: AnD I aLsO bElIeVe iN My fRiEnDs.
PTC: BuT MoSt oF AlL
PTC: I bElIeVe iN MoThErFuCkInG MiRaClEs.
FTC: no, shut up.
FTC: JUST SHUT UP.
FTC: you don’t have any understanding.
FTC: NO MOTHERFUCKING UNDERSTANDING AT ALL.
FTC: but you will soon.
FTC: SOON YOUR HEAD WILL BE ALL CLEAR.
FTC: and you will see the truth.
FTC: SEE THE MOTHERFUCKING TRUTH, YOU MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!
FTC: and then the reaping can begin.
FTC: AND YOUR FRIENDS WILL BE OUR ART SUPPLIES
FTC: and my miracles will be unleashed.
FTC: UNLEASHED ALL OVER THE MOTHERFUCKING PLACE.
PTC: ArE YoU MoThErFuCkIn sUrE AbOuT ThAt?
FTC: shut up.
FTC: SHUT UP.
FTC banned PTC from responding to memo.
FTC: goodbye.
FTC: AND GOOD MOTHERFUCKING RIDDANCE.
FUTURE terminallyCapricious 2 [FTC2] 35 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FTC2: HoNk.
FTC: mother.
FTC: FUCK.

[Doodled]

I hope if you take the time to read this you will enjoy. Thank you .

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Deserve

I have never felt more fulfilled reading a really long fic.

That was awesome.



@Kerensky: Sorry about all the "un-twists." It just seemed that, to me, each of the characters that did the accusing would've wanted to pursue their lines of thinking for as long as they did. :P

But whatever. Thanks for even bothering with my bull-crap.

[Wigmund]

Stormrunner, you've set my headcanon on how Vriska will be redeemed. And you made me sniffly.

Septimus, you're awesome. HoNk )

[Kerensky287]

@Kerensky: Sorry about all the "un-twists." It just seemed that, to me, each of the characters that did the accusing would've wanted to pursue their lines of thinking for as long as they did. :P

But whatever. Thanks for even bothering with my bull-crap.

Your writing isn't bullcrap at all! My point about the untwists is twofold:

1) People don't like being dicked around. Imagine if, in recent Homestuck updates, Karkat had successfully revived Kanaya for some reason, and then a day or two later Andrew returned to that point and had Eridan come back and kill her again before she even did anything. People would be pissed, and not in a good way. Changing the tone is good, especially if it adds tension, but changing it right back makes it feel a little pointless.
2) People don't actually THINK that way in real life. Quick example, using your fic: a murderer's on the loose, Terezi captures Nepeta in a web and pulls a knife on her... and then goes haha, jokes. Nepeta's not going to just go "Thank goodness!" She's just going to fucking suspect Terezi, either of being the murderer or of just being unstable. Likewise, when Nep sees Karkat in a pool of red and then discovers that he was just crying, she's going to still be in the "Karkat's in danger" mindset and overreact a little, one way or another.

As usual, don't take my criticism as a sign that I don't like the fic! If anything, take it as a good sign. Would I really spend this much time responding if I thought your fic had no potential?


Side note: the reason I was originally going to post here was just to say that I don't have time to post tonight, but I'll do an extra-long one tomorrow because I've got a day off of work.

[Doodled]

@Kerensky: Sorry about all the "un-twists." It just seemed that, to me, each of the characters that did the accusing would've wanted to pursue their lines of thinking for as long as they did. :P

But whatever. Thanks for even bothering with my bull-crap.

1) People don't like being dicked around. Imagine if, in recent Homestuck updates, Karkat had successfully revived Kanaya for some reason, and then a day or two later Andrew returned to that point and had Eridan come back and kill her again before she even did anything. People would be pissed, and not in a good way. Changing the tone is good, especially if it adds tension, but changing it right back makes it feel a little pointless.
2) People don't actually THINK that way in real life. Quick example, using your fic: a murderer's on the loose, Terezi captures Nepeta in a web and pulls a knife on her... and then goes haha, jokes. Nepeta's not going to just go "Thank goodness!" She's just going to fucking suspect Terezi, either of being the murderer or of just being unstable. Likewise, when Nep sees Karkat in a pool of red and then discovers that he was just crying, she's going to still be in the "Karkat's in danger" mindset and overreact a little, one way or another.

As usual, don't take my criticism as a sign that I don't like the fic! If anything, take it as a good sign. Would I really spend this much time responding if I thought your fic had no potential?

1. Thanks for pointing that out. I never even noticed it, since the mood swings sorta felt right, or something derp-headed like that. :P

2. Yeah... I guess hesitation and guilt over the sudden switch of feelings wasn't exactly the same as what moods should've been maintained...

Ah well. Thanks for the comments and criticism!

Also,

@Septimus: YES! HELL YE- *continues*

[Aerodactylus]

Septimus, that was great! It gives me hope for the future.