Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by HanaMaehata
Originally Posted by twinTempo
Well... I'm not sure where this came from. Not really a fic, per-say, more a song, but either way~
Don't Cry For Me Dear Nepeta
D --> It won't be easy
D --> You'll think it strange
D --> When I try to e%plain howI must go
D --> That I still need your love
D --> After all that I've done
D --> You won't believe me
D --> All you will see
D --> Is a boy you once knew
D --> Although dead and still smiling
D --> At odds with the living of you
D -->
D --> I had to let it happen
D --> I had to leave
D --> Couldn't stay all my life down at heart
D --> 100king out at the fighters
D --> Staying out of the fun
D --> So I chose to help
D --> Standing up and trying something new
D --> But nothing changed as I fell
D --> I didn't e%pect it to
D -->
D --> Don't cry for me dear Nepeta
D --> The truth is I never will leave you
D --> All through my dang'rous ways
D --> My mad e%istence
D --> You kept your promise
D --> Don't lose STRENGTH and miss this
D -->
D --> And as for subjugation and as for hearts
D --> I never invited them in
D --> Though it seemed to the world
D --> They were all I desired
D --> They are illusions
D --> They're not the pefections
D --> They promise to be
D --> The answer was here all the time
D --> I need you and hope need me
D -->
D --> Don't cry for me dear Nepeta
D -->
D --> Don't cry for me sweet Nepeta
D --> The truth is I never will leave you
D --> All through my STRONG days
D --> My mad e%istence
D --> You kept me sane so
D --> I won't let you miss this
D -->
D --> Have I said too much
D --> There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
D --> But all you have to do
D --> Is 100k at me to know
D --> That every word is true
A/N
I dunno. I've had it stuck in my head all day. I don't know if I've done this properly, if it makes sense or what, but at least it's out of my head :/
(Equius now and forever has a very pretty operatic voice to me.)
Decker, did I mention that that fic captures Vriska perfectly? Because it does.
I hope you know I cried.
Tears just like, came to me. Sob. :c Y U DO THIS??
oh noooooo!!!! It's just a rather emotional song even without recent developments >.>
May I offer you a free stay in my luxury roboti% pile?
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Rimbaum
Okay, so last night there was that HS/HP fanfic posted. and...
Here, just have this.
>Karkat: Be angriest Hufflepuff EVER
You are the angriest Hufflepuff ever. Everyone wonders why the hell you wound up in the cuddly-soft friendly house.
>Gamzee: confuse the hell out of everyone by being put into Slytherin
yOu Do So. EvErYoNe WoNdErS wHy YoUrE iN tHe MoThErFuCkIn SuPeRiOr HoUsE. mOtHeRfUcKiN mIrAcLeS ) hOnK
honk
HONK
> Vriska: Enjoy being in Gryffindor
...6 hours ago before you killed Dumbledore by stealing his luck.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Spin Cycle
He goes through a lot of records. The labels end up all marked to hell in black magic marker, the vinyl itself warping and shifting from LOHAC's oppressive heat and the constant press of Dave's fingertips. Little dips and potholes smudge on them, the grooves smashed flat and disappearing in a vague impression of his own fingerprints, and then Dave has to lift them off the platter and toss them out like black frisbees into the lava. They're useless like that. They melt out there, little flashes of bright orange fire before the rest of the record sinks beneath the surface. Then he pulls another one out of his sylladex, the same exact record he'd just thrown aside except this one without the warps and the smashed grooves.
Give it an hour and it'll have to join its twin.
The magic marker always stays the same, though. He marks the places he needs to turn back to, the spots he'll return to again and again. He can spin time to his will, but missing a destination by two minutes is annoying enough, let alone an hour. It helps to be specific; to be right the first time. It's downright professional.
Bro's dubplates had always been marked in black.
When he thinks about time there's one thing that bugs him about it. He's the goddamn Knight of Time. He's supposed to have full mastery of it. And yeah, he can go back and finish loops and rake in all the money on the planet, but he's still not the master. He still doesn't rule it all. Maybe some future Dave will earn that title and then eventually he'll be that guy, but right now he only has half of the equation.
He doesn't go forward in time. He only spins back.
It nags at him. It feels like he's missing the bigger picture. What happens if he jumps to the end? Has he never done it because every time-twin that does ends up dead and split off into oblivion? It's a logical enough conclusion, but even that hanging possibility of future dead Daves doesn't stop his fingers from twitching on the vinyl on occasion, itching to spin clockwise instead of the opposite.
Counterclockwise. Fighting against time. Going back instead of embracing it and going forward.
Your time player, he asks Terezi, tossing out the topic as casually as he can. Did he run around doing these fucking endless timeloops and shit? How the hell am I doing in comparison?
She tells him he's about a thousand times cooler than her time player, which he already knew. He's a Strider; that's a given. But she isn't that close with the time girl anymore, so she's not sure how he's doing by comparison. Besides being unendingly cool, of course.
Great. Way to be useful, Terezi.
It takes a little effort and a lot of delicious red text, but eventually he gets her to cough up the Maid of Time's troll tag. He sits there in the vent heat of a massive lava flow and he eyes her account name on the insides of his iShades, weighing whether he actually wants to do this.
He's had enough people pulling him out of jams this whole session. First Bro with the meteor and of course Jade for getting him out of apocalypseville to begin with. His sprite, sideline-future Dave, plus every other Dave in existence that's come back to save his ass more times than he has infinite spare records. Sometimes he feels less like the Knight and more like the classic Disney damsel in distress, Cinderella stuck in her endless cursed sleep, drowning in the timestream and waiting for some generic handsome prince to pull her the fuck out of it all. Or something. He's ever seen Cinderella, he is way too cool for that shit.
In the end though, he figures it can't hurt to just get advice. He's not asking the troll girl to save his life. All he wants is a simple chat with her—topic: time shenanigans.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] --
TG: sup
TG: got a quick question for you then ill scram
AA: 0_0
AA: i d0 n0t believe we have sp0ken bef0re
TG: probably not unless this is the start of a really sweet and excellent partnership
TG: some super slick future me all up in your grill trolling you backwards through time like half these troll assholes are doing
TG: no offense if youre not of the asshole variety
TG: still i think i have the freaky troll girl groupie quota filled at the moment and you already have the red text
TG: dont need mine to fill your ravenous synesthesia bar
AA: y0u are 0ne 0f the humans c0rrect
AA: i d0nt really see the p0int 0f talking with y0u
AA: again n0 0ffense i simply see n0 p0sitive result in 0ur c00perati0n
AA: y0u had a questi0n th0ugh
TG: yeah im kinda rambling i guess
TG: youre the troll time player right
AA: yes
AA: ah y0u are the human time player
TG: sharp as a tack this one
TG: knight and the maid just chatting over here its like the plot of every shitty fantasy romance novel
TG: shes all grimy and fresh from the milking stool and he saunters up shining like the goddamn sun
TG: takes your breath away man this is some high end literature right here
AA: i think y0u are being a bit t00 f0rward
TG: probably
TG: look just ignore all that crap
TG: half the time i dont even know what im saying anyway
TG: how exactly did this time shit work for you
AA: what exactly d0 y0u mean by that
TG: like how did you do it
TG: im gathering data here trying to get a feel for how this works outside of what ive been doing myself
TG: do all time players get the same basic skillset
AA: as far as i kn0w yes
AA: and i kn0w quite a l0t since i am technically my 0wn sprite
TG: no shit so am i
TG: this is some freaky ass deja vu up in here
TG: did you go back in time and pull your buddys dick out of the fire too
TG: dont tell me this is a dime a dozen and it happens to every time player
TG: ill have to prepare some fucking handle flips if thats true
AA: n0 my situati0n was a rather specific l00ph0le
AA: h0wever y0u use an external appliance f0r y0ur time travel am i c0rrect
TG: yeah turntables
AA: i d0nt kn0w what th0se are but i imagine they are similar t0 what i used
TG: okay cool
TG: so maybe this wasnt an entirely shitty idea maybe you can actually give me decent advice
TG: unless youre trolling the hell out of me and believe me i got my eye on you for that
TG: taking me on a fucking rollercoaster up and down having the time of my goddamn life trusting every word out of your fangy alien mouth
AA: im n0t lying
AA: and i d0nt see the p0int 0f all this rambling r0leplay
TG: fuck you honestly have no idea what a metaphor is do you
TG: whatever ill get to the point
TG: did you ever go forward
AA: f0rward in time?
TG: yeah skip to the end kind of shit
AA: 0_0
AA: myself n0
AA: i had numer0us d00med selves wh0 did s0 h0wever
AA: it was instrumental in the final battle
AA: we never w0uld have succeeded had i n0t been there en masse t0 help battle the black king
TG: wait shit
TG: you said en masse so how many are we talking here
TG: five ten
AA: i c0uld n0t c0unt them all but there were at least several hundred
TG: fuck me
TG: that is a lot of dead daves
TG: or whatever your name is
TG: i mean dead selves are kind of the enemy you know
AA: they served their purp0se
TG: but didnt it sort of
TG: i dont know
TG: freak you out knowing all of them were out there
TG: just cannon fodder
TG: bodies for the fire
TG: i mean its your life out there youre throwing away over and over
TG: thats not some asshole
TG: thats you dying
TG: its not really the kind of crap you just sneeze at and walk away
AA: i was 0kay with it
AA: i see y0u are n0t and that is als0 0kay
TG: hey im chill with pretty much anything im just saying
TG: its kind of fucked up
AA: yes a few 0f my teammates expressed that statement ab0ut it
AA: t0 me it was simply the m0st l0gical way t0 address the situati0n
AA: they were d00med anyway
TG: but theyre people man
TG: theyre you
TG: i mean fuck
TG: im not gonna just go to my death
TG: im gonna go down fighting all the way
TG: im gonna rock this fucking set and im not gonna leave until everyones ears are bleeding out from the cacophonous sick baseline
TG: carve my goddamn red name in the games chest because dave fucking strider was here and he may have gone down but he still won
TG: he still broke the game and got his friends through
AA: 0_0
AA: that s0unds 0ddly like a descripti0n 0f the fall 0f my cl0nes
AA: perhaps we are n0t that different after all
TG: like hell we arent
TG: im not planning on throwing myself away over and over like you did
TG: im fucking sick of that shit
TG: i get enough of it in lohac
AA: y0ure still l00king f0r a way t0 bend the rules
AA: whether we utilize the same technique d0esnt change matters
TG: yeah i guess
TG: look can we not talk about dying anymore its sort of harshing my chill vibes
AA: 0kay
AA: dave i am sure y0ure d0ing fine as a time player
AA: y0uve been bred f0r this task and its in y0ur veins
TG: course it is
AA: but if y0ure asking f0r advice i w0uld n0t suggest y0u simply 'skip t0 the end'
AA: when y0u are meant t0 get there y0u will
AA: and perhaps there will be m0re than 0ne 0f y0u t0 stand beside y0ur friends
AA: its n0t s0mething y0u as the alpha self have t0 decide
AA: it will be a ch0ice each d00med cl0ne will make f0r himself
TG: yeah i guess
TG: shit
TG: you think well win
AA: i havent been f0ll0wing al0ng
TG: okay fair enough
TG: well anyway thanks for the tips
TG: youre kind of crappy at pep talks but thats not what i was looking for anyway
TG: got to get back to being my super cool self running these stable time loops all over lohac and saving the goddamn universe
TG: later
Dave feels himself sag as he pulls the shades from his face. The lava is bright orange all around him and he digs his fingers into his eyes, rubbing and rubbing until stars start popping into his vision, and by then his jaw has set hard into something that probably looks like a grimace from outside.
Damn. That hadn't been what he'd wanted to hear. He'd wanted to hear that the future was all sunshine and daisies and that sure, he could spin to the end and scope out what exactly goes down. He could totally plan endless loops that would make the final boss a cake walk. Instead he's apparently stuck in fucking lockstep, marching down the parade ground in constant 4/4 time and any step out of formation will trip up the whole damn show.
For a second it pulls his poker face out of whack. Part of him is intensely goddamn jealous because Rose has her magic and John has whatever the hell he has, and both of them are busy having the time of their lives playing around. They make a mistake and it's all golden. Start over from the top and try again. They don't have constant lives to save, always stumbling over their own corpse when they fail and watching themselves burn to death out in that fucking lava over and over.
They have it easy.
Dave doesn't have that cushion. All Dave has is time pressing in on him from all sides, squeezing the life out of him, and he's never been so tired before. So stressed. He stares down at the insides of his iShades, the lenses still glowing as he dangles them from his fingertips over this sulfur stink of the lava flow, and sometimes he just wants to throw in the towel and give up.
Go home. Take a nice long shower. Sleep for a week.
Get someone else to watch everyone's back for once.
Maybe that's selfish. Actually, it is pretty selfish considering the world is battered black and burning and there simply is no shower and no bed to go back to—no more apartment at all. No puppets and no games and no more of Bro's dubplates scattered all over the kitchenette, marked to hell in black magic marker at the samples he turns back to over and over again.
Now it's just Dave. And as tired as he is, he's still got marks on his records to tend to. He's still got a game to play and he's still got his friends' backs to watch, and like hell he's going to be caught lying down on the job. They need him. Besides, where would he be if it wasn't for everyone pulling him out of all those jams?
He blinks in the rising heat and slips his shades back on. Because they're going to fix this, and he is more than ready to rock this set to the end and go home a goddamn superstar.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
@lantadyme - Wow. I don't like fics starring the kids and trolls because you can always tell they just don't feel right. This one felt like it fit right in. Well written.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by draconicAlgorithm
Originally Posted by Rimbaum
Okay, so last night there was that HS/HP fanfic posted. and...
Here, just have this.
>Karkat: Be angriest Hufflepuff EVER
You are the angriest Hufflepuff ever. Everyone wonders why the hell you wound up in the cuddly-soft friendly house.
>Gamzee: confuse the hell out of everyone by being put into Slytherin
yOu Do So. EvErYoNe WoNdErS wHy YoUrE iN tHe MoThErFuCkIn SuPeRiOr HoUsE. mOtHeRfUcKiN mIrAcLeS ) hOnK
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Sadly belated, Bass, but I just read "Ace of Trump" and thought it was great. The style just worked so well.
Also I'm just grabbing anything I can to fill my MC/PS crossover addiction. Thanks for preventing me from curling up in the corner and shaking for another hour.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Welp. Little drabble on a possible reason for Equius's silly "death face."
Smile
By the time you look up from the burning pain in your leg, it's too late. In the span of the blink of an eye the highblood that shot you, with your own weapon no less, is before you, chuckling darkly. You don't have time to question it, or think, or muse at that he crossed the distance he did in such a small amount of time, it simply is.
To tell the truth you're shocked. This troll, the boy that you have known nearly s long as you have known your moirail, that you have tried to teach how to be as strong as his potential allows him to be (albeit in quite a strange way, you admit dimly as your mind grasps to understand what's going on other than that he is laughing and holding that bow completely wrong.) and you had even developed what you might have called a "friendship" with him, if only in the presence of Nepeta. He had never been violent, or cruel, even if you thought it was his place to be. He ws easy to talkt to. You had even thought he may have liked you, where few other trolls ever did.
But now he's encircling your neck with the makeshift garrote that he's just broken your last whole bow to get and you realize that you couldn't possibly move in time to punch him away but even if you could you don't think you would, because between his speed and that he was once your friend and that you've been conditioned to accept that he is better than you, you just don't know how to react to this situation, and the thought flashes through your mind that fighting was so much easier when it was robots and monsters and not people you've known for sweeps just as the clown pulls the string tight.
You can tell that it was meant to give enough pressure and tension to decapitate you but your skin is too STRONG for that. Instead you're held in place as the air in your lungs grows stale and a kick from the troll holding you in place forces enough out to leave a vacuum that makes it even more painful to keep breathing. Your eyes fly around, looking for anything you could grab, and out of the corner of your eye you see a glint in a vent.
Time stops.
You look slightly to where the glint was, and you see that yes, it is the light reflecting off the eyes of your dear, sweet moirail Nepeta. Vaguely you feel that you should be upset that she's not in the safety of your room, but the illogical and growing side of your oxygen-deprived mind can only think that she's safe in the air ducts, high above the clown and in a place she can navigate by heart. And just as you realize that you feel a smile creeping across you face. She's safe. She's safe, and she came to see you. You decide you can't let her down. You'll put on a STRONG face for her. You try, but you think you may have done it wrong, what with the swelling of your face from strangulation.
A tunnel is creeping across your vision. Your sunglasses are sliding off your face. But Nepeta is safe, she was right that she would see you again, and maybe Karkat would be able to use the little time you took in distracting Gamzee to formulate a plan.
Your mind slips away. The darkness engulfs you. You turn to it willingly, as you have since becoming the Heir of Void.
And who knows? Maybe you'll even see Aradia again...
A/N
Well, I kind of had this idea as soon as I saw Equius's death scene earlier. I know everyone's first reaction was "hahaha he's getting off on this" but for some reason, even with all of his creepyness, he's always felt like more of a deep character to me. Maybe it's because I'm into psychology, or because I'm a Sagittarius, or because I have quite a few of the quirks he does. I don't know. I just have a really deep headcannon with him and this kind of presented itself out of it. I just wanted to write something where his death was less of a joke.
Oh look at me pretending that anyone cares what I think @u@ Heh, bluh bluh, hope you like my hasty, ill-composed drabble :P
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by lantadyme
Spin Cycle
He goes through a lot of records. The labels end up all marked to hell in black magic marker, the vinyl itself warping and shifting from LOHAC's oppressive heat and the constant press of Dave's fingertips. Little dips and potholes smudge on them, the grooves smashed flat and disappearing in a vague impression of his own fingerprints, and then Dave has to lift them off the platter and toss them out like black frisbees into the lava. They're useless like that. They melt out there, little flashes of bright orange fire before the rest of the record sinks beneath the surface. Then he pulls another one out of his sylladex, the same exact record he'd just thrown aside except this one without the warps and the smashed grooves.
Give it an hour and it'll have to join its twin.
The magic marker always stays the same, though. He marks the places he needs to turn back to, the spots he'll return to again and again. He can spin time to his will, but missing a destination by two minutes is annoying enough, let alone an hour. It helps to be specific; to be right the first time. It's downright professional.
Bro's dubplates had always been marked in black.
When he thinks about time there's one thing that bugs him about it. He's the goddamn Knight of Time. He's supposed to have full mastery of it. And yeah, he can go back and finish loops and rake in all the money on the planet, but he's still not the master. He still doesn't rule it all. Maybe some future Dave will earn that title and then eventually he'll be that guy, but right now he only has half of the equation.
He doesn't go forward in time. He only spins back.
It nags at him. It feels like he's missing the bigger picture. What happens if he jumps to the end? Has he never done it because every time-twin that does ends up dead and split off into oblivion? It's a logical enough conclusion, but even that hanging possibility of future dead Daves doesn't stop his fingers from twitching on the vinyl on occasion, itching to spin clockwise instead of the opposite.
Counterclockwise. Fighting against time. Going back instead of embracing it and going forward.
Your time player, he asks Terezi, tossing out the topic as casually as he can. Did he run around doing these fucking endless timeloops and shit? How the hell am I doing in comparison?
She tells him he's about a thousand times cooler than her time player, which he already knew. He's a Strider; that's a given. But she isn't that close with the time girl anymore, so she's not sure how he's doing by comparison. Besides being unendingly cool, of course.
Great. Way to be useful, Terezi.
It takes a little effort and a lot of delicious red text, but eventually he gets her to cough up the Maid of Time's troll tag. He sits there in the vent heat of a massive lava flow and he eyes her account name on the insides of his iShades, weighing whether he actually wants to do this.
He's had enough people pulling him out of jams this whole session. First Bro with the meteor and of course Jade for getting him out of apocalypseville to begin with. His sprite, sideline-future Dave, plus every other Dave in existence that's come back to save his ass more times than he has infinite spare records. Sometimes he feels less like the Knight and more like the classic Disney damsel in distress, Cinderella stuck in her endless cursed sleep, drowning in the timestream and waiting for some generic handsome prince to pull her the fuck out of it all. Or something. He's ever seen Cinderella, he is way too cool for that shit.
In the end though, he figures it can't hurt to just get advice. He's not asking the troll girl to save his life. All he wants is a simple chat with her—topic: time shenanigans.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] --
TG: sup
TG: got a quick question for you then ill scram
AA: 0_0
AA: i d0 n0t believe we have sp0ken bef0re
TG: probably not unless this is the start of a really sweet and excellent partnership
TG: some super slick future me all up in your grill trolling you backwards through time like half these troll assholes are doing
TG: no offense if youre not of the asshole variety
TG: still i think i have the freaky troll girl groupie quota filled at the moment and you already have the red text
TG: dont need mine to fill your ravenous synesthesia bar
AA: y0u are 0ne 0f the humans c0rrect
AA: i d0nt really see the p0int 0f talking with y0u
AA: again n0 0ffense i simply see n0 p0sitive result in 0ur c00perati0n
AA: y0u had a questi0n th0ugh
TG: yeah im kinda rambling i guess
TG: youre the troll time player right
AA: yes
AA: ah y0u are the human time player
TG: sharp as a tack this one
TG: knight and the maid just chatting over here its like the plot of every shitty fantasy romance novel
TG: shes all grimy and fresh from the milking stool and he saunters up shining like the goddamn sun
TG: takes your breath away man this is some high end literature right here
AA: i think y0u are being a bit t00 f0rward
TG: probably
TG: look just ignore all that crap
TG: half the time i dont even know what im saying anyway
TG: how exactly did this time shit work for you
AA: what exactly d0 y0u mean by that
TG: like how did you do it
TG: im gathering data here trying to get a feel for how this works outside of what ive been doing myself
TG: do all time players get the same basic skillset
AA: as far as i kn0w yes
AA: and i kn0w quite a l0t since i am technically my 0wn sprite
TG: no shit so am i
TG: this is some freaky ass deja vu up in here
TG: did you go back in time and pull your buddys dick out of the fire too
TG: dont tell me this is a dime a dozen and it happens to every time player
TG: ill have to prepare some fucking handle flips if thats true
AA: n0 my situati0n was a rather specific l00ph0le
AA: h0wever y0u use an external appliance f0r y0ur time travel am i c0rrect
TG: yeah turntables
AA: i d0nt kn0w what th0se are but i imagine they are similar t0 what i used
TG: okay cool
TG: so maybe this wasnt an entirely shitty idea maybe you can actually give me decent advice
TG: unless youre trolling the hell out of me and believe me i got my eye on you for that
TG: taking me on a fucking rollercoaster up and down having the time of my goddamn life trusting every word out of your fangy alien mouth
AA: im n0t lying
AA: and i d0nt see the p0int 0f all this rambling r0leplay
TG: fuck you honestly have no idea what a metaphor is do you
TG: whatever ill get to the point
TG: did you ever go forward
AA: f0rward in time?
TG: yeah skip to the end kind of shit
AA: 0_0
AA: myself n0
AA: i had numer0us d00med selves wh0 did s0 h0wever
AA: it was instrumental in the final battle
AA: we never w0uld have succeeded had i n0t been there en masse t0 help battle the black king
TG: wait shit
TG: you said en masse so how many are we talking here
TG: five ten
AA: i c0uld n0t c0unt them all but there were at least several hundred
TG: fuck me
TG: that is a lot of dead daves
TG: or whatever your name is
TG: i mean dead selves are kind of the enemy you know
AA: they served their purp0se
TG: but didnt it sort of
TG: i dont know
TG: freak you out knowing all of them were out there
TG: just cannon fodder
TG: bodies for the fire
TG: i mean its your life out there youre throwing away over and over
TG: thats not some asshole
TG: thats you dying
TG: its not really the kind of crap you just sneeze at and walk away
AA: i was 0kay with it
AA: i see y0u are n0t and that is als0 0kay
TG: hey im chill with pretty much anything im just saying
TG: its kind of fucked up
AA: yes a few 0f my teammates expressed that statement ab0ut it
AA: t0 me it was simply the m0st l0gical way t0 address the situati0n
AA: they were d00med anyway
TG: but theyre people man
TG: theyre you
TG: i mean fuck
TG: im not gonna just go to my death
TG: im gonna go down fighting all the way
TG: im gonna rock this fucking set and im not gonna leave until everyones ears are bleeding out from the cacophonous sick baseline
TG: carve my goddamn red name in the games chest because dave fucking strider was here and he may have gone down but he still won
TG: he still broke the game and got his friends through
AA: 0_0
AA: that s0unds 0ddly like a descripti0n 0f the fall 0f my cl0nes
AA: perhaps we are n0t that different after all
TG: like hell we arent
TG: im not planning on throwing myself away over and over like you did
TG: im fucking sick of that shit
TG: i get enough of it in lohac
AA: y0ure still l00king f0r a way t0 bend the rules
AA: whether we utilize the same technique d0esnt change matters
TG: yeah i guess
TG: look can we not talk about dying anymore its sort of harshing my chill vibes
AA: 0kay
AA: dave i am sure y0ure d0ing fine as a time player
AA: y0uve been bred f0r this task and its in y0ur veins
TG: course it is
AA: but if y0ure asking f0r advice i w0uld n0t suggest y0u simply 'skip t0 the end'
AA: when y0u are meant t0 get there y0u will
AA: and perhaps there will be m0re than 0ne 0f y0u t0 stand beside y0ur friends
AA: its n0t s0mething y0u as the alpha self have t0 decide
AA: it will be a ch0ice each d00med cl0ne will make f0r himself
TG: yeah i guess
TG: shit
TG: you think well win
AA: i havent been f0ll0wing al0ng
TG: okay fair enough
TG: well anyway thanks for the tips
TG: youre kind of crappy at pep talks but thats not what i was looking for anyway
TG: got to get back to being my super cool self running these stable time loops all over lohac and saving the goddamn universe
TG: later
Dave feels himself sag as he pulls the shades from his face. The lava is bright orange all around him and he digs his fingers into his eyes, rubbing and rubbing until stars start popping into his vision, and by then his jaw has set hard into something that probably looks like a grimace from outside.
Damn. That hadn't been what he'd wanted to hear. He'd wanted to hear that the future was all sunshine and daisies and that sure, he could spin to the end and scope out what exactly goes down. He could totally plan endless loops that would make the final boss a cake walk. Instead he's apparently stuck in fucking lockstep, marching down the parade ground in constant 4/4 time and any step out of formation will trip up the whole damn show.
For a second it pulls his poker face out of whack. Part of him is intensely goddamn jealous because Rose has her magic and John has whatever the hell he has, and both of them are busy having the time of their lives playing around. They make a mistake and it's all golden. Start over from the top and try again. They don't have constant lives to save, always stumbling over their own corpse when they fail and watching themselves burn to death out in that fucking lava over and over.
They have it easy.
Dave doesn't have that cushion. All Dave has is time pressing in on him from all sides, squeezing the life out of him, and he's never been so tired before. So stressed. He stares down at the insides of his iShades, the lenses still glowing as he dangles them from his fingertips over this sulfur stink of the lava flow, and sometimes he just wants to throw in the towel and give up.
Go home. Take a nice long shower. Sleep for a week.
Get someone else to watch everyone's back for once.
Maybe that's selfish. Actually, it is pretty selfish considering the world is battered black and burning and there simply is no shower and no bed to go back to—no more apartment at all. No puppets and no games and no more of Bro's dubplates scattered all over the kitchenette, marked to hell in black magic marker at the samples he turns back to over and over again.
Now it's just Dave. And as tired as he is, he's still got marks on his records to tend to. He's still got a game to play and he's still got his friends' backs to watch, and like hell he's going to be caught lying down on the job. They need him. Besides, where would he be if it wasn't for everyone pulling him out of all those jams?
He blinks in the rising heat and slips his shades back on. Because they're going to fix this, and he is more than ready to rock this set to the end and go home a goddamn superstar.
I'll just stop writing pesterfic now. Yeah.
No! Please don't stop! I love how you write Dave! He's snarky and ironic but in the end he does care and that's how I've always thought of him.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Path
Sadly belated, Bass, but I just read "Ace of Trump" and thought it was great. The style just worked so well.
Oh my god you people rummaging through my old fics. I think now I'll forgive you for eclipsing the last thing I submitted with sudden hardboiled beefsteak.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by lantadyme
Spin Cycle
He goes through a lot of records. The labels end up all marked to hell in black magic marker, the vinyl itself warping and shifting from LOHAC's oppressive heat and the constant press of Dave's fingertips. Little dips and potholes smudge on them, the grooves smashed flat and disappearing in a vague impression of his own fingerprints, and then Dave has to lift them off the platter and toss them out like black frisbees into the lava. They're useless like that. They melt out there, little flashes of bright orange fire before the rest of the record sinks beneath the surface. Then he pulls another one out of his sylladex, the same exact record he'd just thrown aside except this one without the warps and the smashed grooves.
Give it an hour and it'll have to join its twin.
The magic marker always stays the same, though. He marks the places he needs to turn back to, the spots he'll return to again and again. He can spin time to his will, but missing a destination by two minutes is annoying enough, let alone an hour. It helps to be specific; to be right the first time. It's downright professional.
Bro's dubplates had always been marked in black.
When he thinks about time there's one thing that bugs him about it. He's the goddamn Knight of Time. He's supposed to have full mastery of it. And yeah, he can go back and finish loops and rake in all the money on the planet, but he's still not the master. He still doesn't rule it all. Maybe some future Dave will earn that title and then eventually he'll be that guy, but right now he only has half of the equation.
He doesn't go forward in time. He only spins back.
It nags at him. It feels like he's missing the bigger picture. What happens if he jumps to the end? Has he never done it because every time-twin that does ends up dead and split off into oblivion? It's a logical enough conclusion, but even that hanging possibility of future dead Daves doesn't stop his fingers from twitching on the vinyl on occasion, itching to spin clockwise instead of the opposite.
Counterclockwise. Fighting against time. Going back instead of embracing it and going forward.
Your time player, he asks Terezi, tossing out the topic as casually as he can. Did he run around doing these fucking endless timeloops and shit? How the hell am I doing in comparison?
She tells him he's about a thousand times cooler than her time player, which he already knew. He's a Strider; that's a given. But she isn't that close with the time girl anymore, so she's not sure how he's doing by comparison. Besides being unendingly cool, of course.
Great. Way to be useful, Terezi.
It takes a little effort and a lot of delicious red text, but eventually he gets her to cough up the Maid of Time's troll tag. He sits there in the vent heat of a massive lava flow and he eyes her account name on the insides of his iShades, weighing whether he actually wants to do this.
He's had enough people pulling him out of jams this whole session. First Bro with the meteor and of course Jade for getting him out of apocalypseville to begin with. His sprite, sideline-future Dave, plus every other Dave in existence that's come back to save his ass more times than he has infinite spare records. Sometimes he feels less like the Knight and more like the classic Disney damsel in distress, Cinderella stuck in her endless cursed sleep, drowning in the timestream and waiting for some generic handsome prince to pull her the fuck out of it all. Or something. He's ever seen Cinderella, he is way too cool for that shit.
In the end though, he figures it can't hurt to just get advice. He's not asking the troll girl to save his life. All he wants is a simple chat with her—topic: time shenanigans.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] --
TG: sup
TG: got a quick question for you then ill scram
AA: 0_0
AA: i d0 n0t believe we have sp0ken bef0re
TG: probably not unless this is the start of a really sweet and excellent partnership
TG: some super slick future me all up in your grill trolling you backwards through time like half these troll assholes are doing
TG: no offense if youre not of the asshole variety
TG: still i think i have the freaky troll girl groupie quota filled at the moment and you already have the red text
TG: dont need mine to fill your ravenous synesthesia bar
AA: y0u are 0ne 0f the humans c0rrect
AA: i d0nt really see the p0int 0f talking with y0u
AA: again n0 0ffense i simply see n0 p0sitive result in 0ur c00perati0n
AA: y0u had a questi0n th0ugh
TG: yeah im kinda rambling i guess
TG: youre the troll time player right
AA: yes
AA: ah y0u are the human time player
TG: sharp as a tack this one
TG: knight and the maid just chatting over here its like the plot of every shitty fantasy romance novel
TG: shes all grimy and fresh from the milking stool and he saunters up shining like the goddamn sun
TG: takes your breath away man this is some high end literature right here
AA: i think y0u are being a bit t00 f0rward
TG: probably
TG: look just ignore all that crap
TG: half the time i dont even know what im saying anyway
TG: how exactly did this time shit work for you
AA: what exactly d0 y0u mean by that
TG: like how did you do it
TG: im gathering data here trying to get a feel for how this works outside of what ive been doing myself
TG: do all time players get the same basic skillset
AA: as far as i kn0w yes
AA: and i kn0w quite a l0t since i am technically my 0wn sprite
TG: no shit so am i
TG: this is some freaky ass deja vu up in here
TG: did you go back in time and pull your buddys dick out of the fire too
TG: dont tell me this is a dime a dozen and it happens to every time player
TG: ill have to prepare some fucking handle flips if thats true
AA: n0 my situati0n was a rather specific l00ph0le
AA: h0wever y0u use an external appliance f0r y0ur time travel am i c0rrect
TG: yeah turntables
AA: i d0nt kn0w what th0se are but i imagine they are similar t0 what i used
TG: okay cool
TG: so maybe this wasnt an entirely shitty idea maybe you can actually give me decent advice
TG: unless youre trolling the hell out of me and believe me i got my eye on you for that
TG: taking me on a fucking rollercoaster up and down having the time of my goddamn life trusting every word out of your fangy alien mouth
AA: im n0t lying
AA: and i d0nt see the p0int 0f all this rambling r0leplay
TG: fuck you honestly have no idea what a metaphor is do you
TG: whatever ill get to the point
TG: did you ever go forward
AA: f0rward in time?
TG: yeah skip to the end kind of shit
AA: 0_0
AA: myself n0
AA: i had numer0us d00med selves wh0 did s0 h0wever
AA: it was instrumental in the final battle
AA: we never w0uld have succeeded had i n0t been there en masse t0 help battle the black king
TG: wait shit
TG: you said en masse so how many are we talking here
TG: five ten
AA: i c0uld n0t c0unt them all but there were at least several hundred
TG: fuck me
TG: that is a lot of dead daves
TG: or whatever your name is
TG: i mean dead selves are kind of the enemy you know
AA: they served their purp0se
TG: but didnt it sort of
TG: i dont know
TG: freak you out knowing all of them were out there
TG: just cannon fodder
TG: bodies for the fire
TG: i mean its your life out there youre throwing away over and over
TG: thats not some asshole
TG: thats you dying
TG: its not really the kind of crap you just sneeze at and walk away
AA: i was 0kay with it
AA: i see y0u are n0t and that is als0 0kay
TG: hey im chill with pretty much anything im just saying
TG: its kind of fucked up
AA: yes a few 0f my teammates expressed that statement ab0ut it
AA: t0 me it was simply the m0st l0gical way t0 address the situati0n
AA: they were d00med anyway
TG: but theyre people man
TG: theyre you
TG: i mean fuck
TG: im not gonna just go to my death
TG: im gonna go down fighting all the way
TG: im gonna rock this fucking set and im not gonna leave until everyones ears are bleeding out from the cacophonous sick baseline
TG: carve my goddamn red name in the games chest because dave fucking strider was here and he may have gone down but he still won
TG: he still broke the game and got his friends through
AA: 0_0
AA: that s0unds 0ddly like a descripti0n 0f the fall 0f my cl0nes
AA: perhaps we are n0t that different after all
TG: like hell we arent
TG: im not planning on throwing myself away over and over like you did
TG: im fucking sick of that shit
TG: i get enough of it in lohac
AA: y0ure still l00king f0r a way t0 bend the rules
AA: whether we utilize the same technique d0esnt change matters
TG: yeah i guess
TG: look can we not talk about dying anymore its sort of harshing my chill vibes
AA: 0kay
AA: dave i am sure y0ure d0ing fine as a time player
AA: y0uve been bred f0r this task and its in y0ur veins
TG: course it is
AA: but if y0ure asking f0r advice i w0uld n0t suggest y0u simply 'skip t0 the end'
AA: when y0u are meant t0 get there y0u will
AA: and perhaps there will be m0re than 0ne 0f y0u t0 stand beside y0ur friends
AA: its n0t s0mething y0u as the alpha self have t0 decide
AA: it will be a ch0ice each d00med cl0ne will make f0r himself
TG: yeah i guess
TG: shit
TG: you think well win
AA: i havent been f0ll0wing al0ng
TG: okay fair enough
TG: well anyway thanks for the tips
TG: youre kind of crappy at pep talks but thats not what i was looking for anyway
TG: got to get back to being my super cool self running these stable time loops all over lohac and saving the goddamn universe
TG: later
Dave feels himself sag as he pulls the shades from his face. The lava is bright orange all around him and he digs his fingers into his eyes, rubbing and rubbing until stars start popping into his vision, and by then his jaw has set hard into something that probably looks like a grimace from outside.
Damn. That hadn't been what he'd wanted to hear. He'd wanted to hear that the future was all sunshine and daisies and that sure, he could spin to the end and scope out what exactly goes down. He could totally plan endless loops that would make the final boss a cake walk. Instead he's apparently stuck in fucking lockstep, marching down the parade ground in constant 4/4 time and any step out of formation will trip up the whole damn show.
For a second it pulls his poker face out of whack. Part of him is intensely goddamn jealous because Rose has her magic and John has whatever the hell he has, and both of them are busy having the time of their lives playing around. They make a mistake and it's all golden. Start over from the top and try again. They don't have constant lives to save, always stumbling over their own corpse when they fail and watching themselves burn to death out in that fucking lava over and over.
They have it easy.
Dave doesn't have that cushion. All Dave has is time pressing in on him from all sides, squeezing the life out of him, and he's never been so tired before. So stressed. He stares down at the insides of his iShades, the lenses still glowing as he dangles them from his fingertips over this sulfur stink of the lava flow, and sometimes he just wants to throw in the towel and give up.
Go home. Take a nice long shower. Sleep for a week.
Get someone else to watch everyone's back for once.
Maybe that's selfish. Actually, it is pretty selfish considering the world is battered black and burning and there simply is no shower and no bed to go back to—no more apartment at all. No puppets and no games and no more of Bro's dubplates scattered all over the kitchenette, marked to hell in black magic marker at the samples he turns back to over and over again.
Now it's just Dave. And as tired as he is, he's still got marks on his records to tend to. He's still got a game to play and he's still got his friends' backs to watch, and like hell he's going to be caught lying down on the job. They need him. Besides, where would he be if it wasn't for everyone pulling him out of all those jams?
He blinks in the rising heat and slips his shades back on. Because they're going to fix this, and he is more than ready to rock this set to the end and go home a goddamn superstar.
I'll just stop writing pesterfic now. Yeah.
You write Dave better than I ever could.
I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath. My wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe. I told it not. My wrath did grow.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by twinTempo
Welp. Little drabble on a possible reason for Equius's silly "death face."
Smile
By the time you look up from the burning pain in your leg, it's too late. In the span of the blink of an eye the highblood that shot you, with your own weapon no less, is before you, chuckling darkly. You don't have time to question it, or think, or muse at that he crossed the distance he did in such a small amount of time, it simply is.
To tell the truth you're shocked. This troll, the boy that you have known nearly s long as you have known your moirail, that you have tried to teach how to be as strong as his potential allows him to be (albeit in quite a strange way, you admit dimly as your mind grasps to understand what's going on other than that he is laughing and holding that bow completely wrong.) and you had even developed what you might have called a "friendship" with him, if only in the presence of Nepeta. He had never been violent, or cruel, even if you thought it was his place to be. He ws easy to talkt to. You had even thought he may have liked you, where few other trolls ever did.
But now he's encircling your neck with the makeshift garrote that he's just broken your last whole bow to get and you realize that you couldn't possibly move in time to punch him away but even if you could you don't think you would, because between his speed and that he was once your friend and that you've been conditioned to accept that he is better than you, you just don't know how to react to this situation, and the thought flashes through your mind that fighting was so much easier when it was robots and monsters and not people you've known for sweeps just as the clown pulls the string tight.
You can tell that it was meant to give enough pressure and tension to decapitate you but your skin is too STRONG for that. Instead you're held in place as the air in your lungs grows stale and a kick from the troll holding you in place forces enough out to leave a vacuum that makes it even more painful to keep breathing. Your eyes fly around, looking for anything you could grab, and out of the corner of your eye you see a glint in a vent.
Time stops.
You look slightly to where the glint was, and you see that yes, it is the light reflecting off the eyes of your dear, sweet moirail Nepeta. Vaguely you feel that you should be upset that she's not in the safety of your room, but the illogical and growing side of your oxygen-deprived mind can only think that she's safe in the air ducts, high above the clown and in a place she can navigate by heart. And just as you realize that you feel a smile creeping across you face. She's safe. She's safe, and she came to see you. You decide you can't let her down. You'll put on a STRONG face for her. You try, but you think you may have done it wrong, what with the swelling of your face from strangulation.
A tunnel is creeping across your vision. Your sunglasses are sliding off your face. But Nepeta is safe, she was right that she would see you again, and maybe Karkat would be able to use the little time you took in distracting Gamzee to formulate a plan.
Your mind slips away. The darkness engulfs you. You turn to it willingly, as you have since becoming the Heir of Void.
And who knows? Maybe you'll even see Aradia again...
A/N
Well, I kind of had this idea as soon as I saw Equius's death scene earlier. I know everyone's first reaction was "hahaha he's getting off on this" but for some reason, even with all of his creepyness, he's always felt like more of a deep character to me. Maybe it's because I'm into psychology, or because I'm a Sagittarius, or because I have quite a few of the quirks he does. I don't know. I just have a really deep headcannon with him and this kind of presented itself out of it. I just wanted to write something where his death was less of a joke.
Oh look at me pretending that anyone cares what I think @u@ Heh, bluh bluh, hope you like my hasty, ill-composed drabble :P
... This. This is my new Equius headcanon.
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THERE IS NO CONSENT
THAT IS LIKE SPADES RAPE
TROLLS WOULD BE DISGUSTED
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Where do you keep the chips, dB. Can you turn up the air conditioner? Man why is your internet so slow, it is taking forever to download all these seasons of Digimon. YES Digimon is important to the lesbians process will you stop nagging.
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Eridan: Hunt for fearsome beast
Very fearsome indeed.
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Fanfics
Chapter Fics
Thicker Than Blood 01234: It seemed like a pretty straightforward moraillegience. He provided her with food, she protected him from the other rainbow drinkers. Maybe if her old matesprit hadn't gotten involved, it would have stayed that way.
Wizardstuck 12345678910111213141516: The new Hogwarts students just keep getting weirder every year.
Zombiestuck KKEG (1): They thought that the Earth would be empty, ready for them to rebuild and reshape it as they saw fit. They weren't expecting that the meteors wouldn't hit everywhere, or that they might have some nasty side effects. They weren't expecting the Infected.
Don't Press Buttons (1): As usual, John does something stupid. Only this time, the result is that he becomes a troll, and Karkat becomes a human. Shenanigans ensue.
One-Shots
Blood and Noir: I'd fallen for that trap once. I wasn't going to do it again. The Road Ill Traveled: A poem about Karkat and Terezi written in the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Traveled". Pixie Trails: Sometimes luck doesn't even factor in. Unovastuck-Karkat vs Throh and Sawk: Apparently, a Sawk is faster than a Throh. Faster than a Braviary too. Karkat finds out the hard way. Kore Wa Troll Desu Ka?: Includes crossdressing and magical girl transformations. Karkat was not pleased. The Lawyer and the Goddess: Vriska and Terezi are having a very important chat when they get interrupted by a certain juggalo. Prompt Dunp: A group of several short fics I wrote based on prompts, including Tavros and Bro sharing tea, Slick talking with Jade about (briefly) hobbits, and Dave finding a birthday gift for Rose. Tears: Getting stabbed in the chest once sucks. Getting stabbed in the chest twice really sucks. Prey: Nepeta is a clever kitty. Yes: In a moment of weakness, Rose consults her magical cue ball. My Little Sis: An alt!kids fic about Bro raising blue!Jade. Based off of MSB's AU roleplay. Funhouse: John really, REALLY doesn't like clowns. Or music by Pink. Ice Cubes: Bro talks to Nanna before his fated battle with Jack. INDIGO and CaNdY rEd: An altblood pesterlog, featuring mutant Gamzee and indigo Karkat. Kantostuck: John wants to be the very best. Like no one ever was. Disease Called Friendship: Karkat has had a bad time with friends. The Demon: Death sometimes comes in the form you'd least expect. Hope: Even the Prince of Hope doesn't understand it. Hoststuck: Yeah, I don't really know either. Coulrophobia: HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER Do: Killer: He stalks in the darkness, waiting. Waiting. Awaken: It's hard, being a rainbowdrinker. It's hard and no one understands. Kitten: Hearts Boxcars adopts an adorable kitten. Misery Loves Company: Terezi gives the bad news, and finds out some bad news of her own. Tend the Living: Gogdammit Hussie I hate you. Doll: It's actually a very good thing that Vriska allowed Bec to be prototyped. Don't Die On Me: Terezi discovers a new reason to hate Vriska. BL1ND Buddiie2: Sollux consults Terezi on the best method of seeing without sight. Cold: Dave decides to take a little time out to go see Jade.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
@lantadyme- we don't see Davefic around here too often, and you did a really good job on it. I liked the little details that I never would have thought about, like the dubplates.
Strider brothers fics (many thanks go to egregiousBass for compiling them):
Musical Interlude- Dave tries to ironically score in the ongoing fight to one-up his brother. By joining the school chorus.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by draconicAlgorithm
Originally Posted by twinTempo
Welp. Little drabble on a possible reason for Equius's silly "death face."
Smile
By the time you look up from the burning pain in your leg, it's too late. In the span of the blink of an eye the highblood that shot you, with your own weapon no less, is before you, chuckling darkly. You don't have time to question it, or think, or muse at that he crossed the distance he did in such a small amount of time, it simply is.
To tell the truth you're shocked. This troll, the boy that you have known nearly s long as you have known your moirail, that you have tried to teach how to be as strong as his potential allows him to be (albeit in quite a strange way, you admit dimly as your mind grasps to understand what's going on other than that he is laughing and holding that bow completely wrong.) and you had even developed what you might have called a "friendship" with him, if only in the presence of Nepeta. He had never been violent, or cruel, even if you thought it was his place to be. He ws easy to talkt to. You had even thought he may have liked you, where few other trolls ever did.
But now he's encircling your neck with the makeshift garrote that he's just broken your last whole bow to get and you realize that you couldn't possibly move in time to punch him away but even if you could you don't think you would, because between his speed and that he was once your friend and that you've been conditioned to accept that he is better than you, you just don't know how to react to this situation, and the thought flashes through your mind that fighting was so much easier when it was robots and monsters and not people you've known for sweeps just as the clown pulls the string tight.
You can tell that it was meant to give enough pressure and tension to decapitate you but your skin is too STRONG for that. Instead you're held in place as the air in your lungs grows stale and a kick from the troll holding you in place forces enough out to leave a vacuum that makes it even more painful to keep breathing. Your eyes fly around, looking for anything you could grab, and out of the corner of your eye you see a glint in a vent.
Time stops.
You look slightly to where the glint was, and you see that yes, it is the light reflecting off the eyes of your dear, sweet moirail Nepeta. Vaguely you feel that you should be upset that she's not in the safety of your room, but the illogical and growing side of your oxygen-deprived mind can only think that she's safe in the air ducts, high above the clown and in a place she can navigate by heart. And just as you realize that you feel a smile creeping across you face. She's safe. She's safe, and she came to see you. You decide you can't let her down. You'll put on a STRONG face for her. You try, but you think you may have done it wrong, what with the swelling of your face from strangulation.
A tunnel is creeping across your vision. Your sunglasses are sliding off your face. But Nepeta is safe, she was right that she would see you again, and maybe Karkat would be able to use the little time you took in distracting Gamzee to formulate a plan.
Your mind slips away. The darkness engulfs you. You turn to it willingly, as you have since becoming the Heir of Void.
And who knows? Maybe you'll even see Aradia again...
A/N
Well, I kind of had this idea as soon as I saw Equius's death scene earlier. I know everyone's first reaction was "hahaha he's getting off on this" but for some reason, even with all of his creepyness, he's always felt like more of a deep character to me. Maybe it's because I'm into psychology, or because I'm a Sagittarius, or because I have quite a few of the quirks he does. I don't know. I just have a really deep headcannon with him and this kind of presented itself out of it. I just wanted to write something where his death was less of a joke.
Oh look at me pretending that anyone cares what I think @u@ Heh, bluh bluh, hope you like my hasty, ill-composed drabble :P
... This. This is my new Equius headcanon.
Heh, thanks~
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Oh golly, I come back from watching Nova and there are so many nice comments on this silly thing. Haha. Thanks guys. Glad you're enjoying my stuff. And here I thought I'd totally butchered Dave's characterization.
@Sionnan: To me Dave is all music references. Music references everywhere. Vinyl DJing is so oldschool and Bro is all about oldschool, so he would have dubplates everywhere. Also, you complimenting me on this has me all aflutter since I am in love with your Strider voices.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
So, 2 unfortunate things:
1) I gotta stop with the criticism for now. Real life has gotten really busy recently and I need to sort things out before I can deal with that sort of extended commitment. The thread is also growing significantly faster than I could hope to put out posts, and I suspect that there will be several major events in the near future that prompt more fics than normal ANYWAY. So I'm taking a hiatus and when I come back I'll start a little more realistically, something like the 3 most recent pages. Sorry, everybody I'm skipping over! I genuinely feel bad about it but I'd feel worse if I kept acting as if I'd get to everyone eventually. I hate breaking promises.
2) Speaking of breaking promises, I'm putting off the 40k fic I "hinted at" if by hinted I mean I basically flat-out told you guys. This is only unfortunate because I hate breaking promises and I promised a 40k fic next. That's still coming but I had another idea that I had to do first.
I'm feeling iffy about the way I wrote it, but hopefully it flows well.
Uh... you won't get it if you aren't familiar with the show.
SBURB FICS THAT NEVER WERE
III: Mythstuckers
ADAM SAVAGE: We are trained professionals! DO NOT try any of these myths at home!
JAMIE HYNEMAN: Especially the one we're showing off today.
-----
NARRATOR: Who are the Mythbusters? Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, between them more than 30 years of special effects experience! Joining them: Grant Imahara, Tory Belleci, and Kari Byron! They don't just tell the myths... they put them to the test!
-----
ADAM: So today we've got a really interesting myth that our viewers have dug up, and I have to say, it's a little beyond the scope of anything we've been able to test before!
JAMIE: Yes, apparently there are rumors floating around that our entire universe was actually created by a group of little alien adolescents. Now, normally of course this wouldn't be anything of note, but the program they used has apparently surfaced on several filesharing sites.
ADAM: Yes, and in fact, since it surfaced, there have been plenty of reports of bizarre happenings! Unexplained meteor showers! Entire homes disappearing! The kinds of things you'd expect to see in a Bruce Willis movie!
JAMIE: Ironically, Bruce Willis was actually recently involved in a mission to stop one of the larger meteor strikes from causing catastrophic damage to southern Europe, but that's getting a little off-topic.
ADAM: There has been a lot of talk on the internet about how this program and these... weird... things going on, might be connected, and of course we couldn't resist checking it out for ourselves in a proper scientific setting.
JAMIE: Let's check it out.
-----
NARRATOR: Several reported players of this "reality-altering game" have released short walkthroughs of the introduction, which Adam and Jamie have picked apart in order to best test this myth that a game downloaded from the internet could have the capacity to design a whole new universe!
ADAM: So, one thing every "successful" session seems to have in common is a large number of players. For this purpose we've got Jamie and I, of course, and we've also got the Junior Mythbusters, Grant, Tory and Kari. Every player apparently needs their own little locale - a home or something, usually - and their own computer with both the server disc and the client disc. Now, the server player helps the client by building game constructs in the client's home, helping them get into the game and so forth. Presumably there's more to it, but we don't know any more than that at this point. That's part of what makes it so exciting!
NARRATOR: This particular myth is a little different, because once it's been started, there's no going back! Everything needs to be planned in advance, especially what the team will actually be testing!
-----
JAMIE: So, what are we looking at, here? What are we doing with this myth?
ADAM: Well, we need to see if this game - called SBURB, apparently, which is fun to say, SBURB, SBURB...
KARI: SBURB! It kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
ADAM: So, SBURB can apparently create an all-new universe. We haven't had any confirmed reports of it happening yet - just rumors on the internet - but if we can pull it off, we'll see if we can do it again, and each time we'll try testing different starting conditions.
TORY: So the first time we do it... it'll be like a speed run? Just trying to beat the game as fast as possible to see if it's actually doable?
GRANT: In that case, we need to be prepared. We'll need cameras, we'll need some way to defend ourselves, we'll need a solid plan...
KARI: And we'll all need our own little homes to play the game from.
-----
NARRATOR: Luckily, the US military has donated several bases to the Mythbusters team for this exciting endeavor! The locations must remain classified, as this IS a daytime TV show!
-----
GRANT: I've designed some little companion robots to follow the team around during our adventures. They use top-of-the-line hovercraft technology, hopefully for all-terrain work, and they have some built-in face recognition systems so they'll hopefully be able to keep track of whatever team member they're assigned to. I say "hopefully", of course, because once the show's on the road, it'll be hard to perform maintenance on them!
-----
NARRATOR: The Mythbusters team has also received plenty of donations from various benefactors - mostly defensive and military equipment - to help make sure everyone gets home safely!
JAMIE: Adam, is it sad that I'm really not surprised you picked the Claymore as your particular weapon?
ADAM: THEAH CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!!
NARRATOR: In addition to a single armament per team member, everyone's been outfitted with state-of-the-art Dragon Skin body armor, night vision goggles, and a secure communications line to make sure everyone can stay in touch!
TORY: Check it out... a Colt revolver! You feelin' lucky, punk?
GRANT: Whoa, weapon discipline, Tory.
KARI: I'm looking forward to getting to use the .50 cal again.
NARRATOR: Kari got to use this massive sniper rifle earlier to see if a van could be made bulletproof using only phonebooks as armor! Needless to say, .50 cal one, phonebooks zero! Jamie's ordered himself an AA-12 automatic shotgun, and as for Grant...
GRANT: This baby was donated by an anonymous benefactor. It's called the Flammenwerfer 35, and it was used by Nazi Germany during World War 2. The reason it's never been used since is because it was actually banned by the Geneva Convention - it's too brutal to be used in civilized warfare. Luckily for us, game constructs? Not exactly covered under the Geneva Convention!
-----
NARRATOR: Once everyone was fully kitted-out, we sent them off to their home locations to send them into a rousing game of SBURB!
ADAM: The chain of servers and clients will eventually have to be completed, and we can't just all start at once. We have to bring the team in, one player at a time, until all 5 of us are in. I'll be leading the way - taking point, woohoo - with Grant as my server player. Grant will be brought in by Jamie, who'll be brought in by Kari, who'll be brought in by Tory, and once that's done, I'll be able to help Tory come in.
TORY: The rumors say that the last person to get in has the biggest role in universe creation, and with my construction experience, we collectively decided I was the best person for the job.
-----
JAMIE: Okay, testing communications. Everybody report in.
GRANT: Grant here, everything's working.
KARI: This is Kari, I think my microphone is on... this equipment is really heavy, though.
TORY: This is Tory. Just kicking back with a magazine for now!
ADAM: Red 5, standing by!
*Jamie is seen to put his palm on his face*
ADAM: Haha, I heard that all the way from here. Okay, Grant, ready when you are.
-----
NARRATOR: Part of the SBURB game design revolves around the use of something called "prototyping". Players select various items to personalize a game-generated helper, but the items selected also affect the enemies!
GRANT: Okay, Cruxtruder deployed.
ADAM: I see it. Uh... how do I open this...
GRANT: Stand back, I'll help.
ADAM: Whoa. Did you just drop a tank onto it? And... wow, this is really mind-blowing.
GRANT: You should see it from my end. I can see you! Wee, I see Adam! I'm gonna mess with him. Oh wait... aww, I can't pick you up. But maybe I can...
ADAM: Jaaamieeee! Grant's poking me with weapons agaaaain! Ow, okay, seriously, stop that.
NARRATOR: The team collectively decided to prototype a wide variety of objects to see the effects on the game world!
ADAM: Prototyping nondescript box in 3... 2...
GRANT: ...Well, that was underwhelming.
ADAM: What do you expect from a nondescript box? *laughs*
GRANT: Yeah, I guess you're right. And tier 2?
ADAM: Prototyping with Mythbusters logo in 3... 2...
NARRATORSPRITE: The team doesn't seem to realize that they've just done something horribly wrong?
ADAM: Whoa, umm, what?
GRANT: Haha, is that Robert?
ADAM: Yeah, that's Robert Lee's voice! He's the narrator of the show!
NARRATORSPRITE: One big part of SBURB is the prototyping, but each successive prototyping also POWERS UP the enemy monsters! The intention is for each player to prototype once, enter the game, and go to Tier 2 afterward - the risky move of double-prototyping before entering has effectively doubled the difficulty of every monster Adam's going to have to face!
ADAM: Wow, that's probably the worst news I've ever heard Robert say. Hahaha!
GRANT: Huh... should we be nervous?
ADAM: Nah, I'm sure we'll be fine.
NARRATORSPRITE: Hopefully the team has decided to avoid double-prototyping next time!
ADAM: Well... we ARE the Mythbusters. It's our job to go above and beyond. Who knows, maybe it'll change something?
NARRATORSPRITE: I can conclusively tell you that no, it won't!
ADAM: Don't care. We're doing it.
NARRATORSPRITE: This is a very, VERY bad idea!
GRANT: Maybe we should listen to hi-
ADAM: Grant, are you a mythbuster, or a mouse?
GRANT: *whimpers* A mythbuster...
ADAM: Dang right! Now deploy that Totem Lathe!
-----
To be continued...
COMMENTS
I like to look into possibilities for "unusual" SBURB sessions with these crossovers. The TF2 one is looking into teams trying to directly interfere with each other, the Firefly one could potentially explore what happens when every player can visit every planet freely, and this one's about what happens when the players are as prepared as they could possibly be for the session.
I've got some more fun ideas but I have a feeling the script-like design makes it a little hard to follow. After the 40k one I might continue this. If you guys like, I can change it back to a more traditional narrative style, too.
EDIT: Unrelated question: Who do you think is more deserving of Necronsprite: Kuja, or Grotsnappa the Ork? I just realized how silly it would be to have 2 sprites with the same name but different "personalities".
Last edited by Kerensky287; 02-07-2011 at 10:32 PM.
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Kerensky287
So, 2 unfortunate things:
1) I gotta stop with the criticism for now. Real life has gotten really busy recently and I need to sort things out before I can deal with that sort of extended commitment. The thread is also growing significantly faster than I could hope to put out posts, and I suspect that there will be several major events in the near future that prompt more fics than normal ANYWAY. So I'm taking a hiatus and when I come back I'll start a little more realistically, something like the 3 most recent pages. Sorry, everybody I'm skipping over! I genuinely feel bad about it but I'd feel worse if I kept acting as if I'd get to everyone eventually. I hate breaking promises.
2) Speaking of breaking promises, I'm putting off the 40k fic I "hinted at" if by hinted I mean I basically flat-out told you guys. This is only unfortunate because I hate breaking promises and I promised a 40k fic next. That's still coming but I had another idea that I had to do first.
I'm feeling iffy about the way I wrote it, but hopefully it flows well.
Uh... you won't get it if you aren't familiar with the show.
SBURB FICS THAT NEVER WERE
III: Mythstuckers
ADAM SAVAGE: We are trained professionals! DO NOT try any of these myths at home!
JAMIE HYNEMAN: Especially the one we're showing off today.
-----
NARRATOR: Who are the Mythbusters? Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, between them more than 30 years of special effects experience! Joining them: Grant Imahara, Tory Belleci, and Kari Byron! They don't just tell the myths... they put them to the test!
-----
ADAM: So today we've got a really interesting myth that our viewers have dug up, and I have to say, it's a little beyond the scope of anything we've been able to test before!
JAMIE: Yes, apparently there are rumors floating around that our entire universe was actually created by a group of little alien adolescents. Now, normally of course this wouldn't be anything of note, but the program they used has apparently surfaced on several filesharing sites.
ADAM: Yes, and in fact, since it surfaced, there have been plenty of reports of bizarre happenings! Unexplained meteor showers! Entire homes disappearing! The kinds of things you'd expect to see in a Bruce Willis movie!
JAMIE: Ironically, Bruce Willis was actually recently involved in a mission to stop one of the larger meteor strikes from causing catastrophic damage to southern Europe, but that's getting a little off-topic.
ADAM: There has been a lot of talk on the internet about how this program and these... weird... things going on, might be connected, and of course we couldn't resist checking it out for ourselves in a proper scientific setting.
JAMIE: Let's check it out.
-----
NARRATOR: Several reported players of this "reality-altering game" have released short walkthroughs of the introduction, which Adam and Jamie have picked apart in order to best test this myth that a game downloaded from the internet could have the capacity to design a whole new universe!
ADAM: So, one thing every "successful" session seems to have in common is a large number of players. For this purpose we've got Jamie and I, of course, and we've also got the Junior Mythbusters, Grant, Tory and Kari. Every player apparently needs their own little locale - a home or something, usually - and their own computer with both the server disc and the client disc. Now, the server player helps the client by building game constructs in the client's home, helping them get into the game and so forth. Presumably there's more to it, but we don't know any more than that at this point. That's part of what makes it so exciting!
NARRATOR: This particular myth is a little different, because once it's been started, there's no going back! Everything needs to be planned in advance, especially what the team will actually be testing!
-----
JAMIE: So, what are we looking at, here? What are we doing with this myth?
ADAM: Well, we need to see if this game - called SBURB, apparently, which is fun to say, SBURB, SBURB...
KARI: SBURB! It kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
ADAM: So, SBURB can apparently create an all-new universe. We haven't had any confirmed reports of it happening yet - just rumors on the internet - but if we can pull it off, we'll see if we can do it again, and each time we'll try testing different starting conditions.
TORY: So the first time we do it... it'll be like a speed run? Just trying to beat the game as fast as possible to see if it's actually doable?
GRANT: In that case, we need to be prepared. We'll need cameras, we'll need some way to defend ourselves, we'll need a solid plan...
KARI: And we'll all need our own little homes to play the game from.
-----
NARRATOR: Luckily, the US military has donated several bases to the Mythbusters team for this exciting endeavor! The locations must remain classified, as this IS a daytime TV show!
-----
GRANT: I've designed some little companion robots to follow the team around during our adventures. They use top-of-the-line hovercraft technology, hopefully for all-terrain work, and they have some built-in face recognition systems so they'll hopefully be able to keep track of whatever team member they're assigned to. I say "hopefully", of course, because once the show's on the road, it'll be hard to perform maintenance on them!
-----
NARRATOR: The Mythbusters team has also received plenty of donations from various benefactors - mostly defensive and military equipment - to help make sure everyone gets home safely!
JAMIE: Adam, is it sad that I'm really not surprised you picked the Claymore as your particular weapon?
ADAM: THEAH CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!!
NARRATOR: In addition to a single armament per team member, everyone's been outfitted with state-of-the-art Dragon Skin body armor, night vision goggles, and a secure communications line to make sure everyone can stay in touch!
TORY: Check it out... a Colt revolver! You feelin' lucky, punk?
GRANT: Whoa, weapon discipline, Tory.
KARI: I'm looking forward to getting to use the .50 cal again.
NARRATOR: Kari got to use this massive sniper rifle earlier to see if a van could be made bulletproof using only phonebooks as armor! Needless to say, .50 cal one, phonebooks zero! Jamie's ordered himself an AA-12 automatic shotgun, and as for Grant...
GRANT: This baby was donated by an anonymous benefactor. It's called the Flammenwerfer 35, and it was used by Nazi Germany during World War 2. The reason it's never been used since is because it was actually banned by the Geneva Convention - it's too brutal to be used in civilized warfare. Luckily for us, game constructs? Not exactly covered under the Geneva Convention!
-----
NARRATOR: Once everyone was fully kitted-out, we sent them off to their home locations to send them into a rousing game of SBURB!
ADAM: The chain of servers and clients will eventually have to be completed, and we can't just all start at once. We have to bring the team in, one player at a time, until all 5 of us are in. I'll be leading the way - taking point, woohoo - with Grant as my server player. Grant will be brought in by Jamie, who'll be brought in by Kari, who'll be brought in by Tory, and once that's done, I'll be able to help Tory come in.
TORY: The rumors say that the last person to get in has the biggest role in universe creation, and with my construction experience, we collectively decided I was the best person for the job.
-----
JAMIE: Okay, testing communications. Everybody report in.
GRANT: Grant here, everything's working.
KARI: This is Kari, I think my microphone is on... this equipment is really heavy, though.
TORY: This is Tory. Just kicking back with a magazine for now!
ADAM: Red 5, standing by!
*Jamie is seen to put his palm on his face*
ADAM: Haha, I heard that all the way from here. Okay, Grant, ready when you are.
-----
NARRATOR: Part of the SBURB game design revolves around the use of something called "prototyping". Players select various items to personalize a game-generated helper, but the items selected also affect the enemies!
GRANT: Okay, Cruxtruder deployed.
ADAM: I see it. Uh... how do I open this...
GRANT: Stand back, I'll help.
ADAM: Whoa. Did you just drop a tank onto it? And... wow, this is really mind-blowing.
GRANT: You should see it from my end. I can see you! Wee, I see Adam! I'm gonna mess with him. Oh wait... aww, I can't pick you up. But maybe I can...
ADAM: Jaaamieeee! Grant's poking me with weapons agaaaain! Ow, okay, seriously, stop that.
NARRATOR: The team collectively decided to prototype a wide variety of objects to see the effects on the game world!
ADAM: Prototyping nondescript box in 3... 2...
GRANT: ...Well, that was underwhelming.
ADAM: What do you expect from a nondescript box? *laughs*
GRANT: Yeah, I guess you're right. And tier 2?
ADAM: Prototyping with Mythbusters logo in 3... 2...
NARRATORSPRITE: The team doesn't seem to realize that they've just done something horribly wrong?
ADAM: Whoa, umm, what?
GRANT: Haha, is that Robert?
ADAM: Yeah, that's Robert Lee's voice! He's the narrator of the show!
NARRATORSPRITE: One big part of SBURB is the prototyping, but each successive prototyping also POWERS UP the enemy monsters! The intention is for each player to prototype once, enter the game, and go to Tier 2 afterward - the risky move of double-prototyping before entering has effectively doubled the difficulty of every monster Adam's going to have to face!
ADAM: Wow, that's probably the worst news I've ever heard Robert say. Hahaha!
GRANT: Huh... should we be nervous?
ADAM: Nah, I'm sure we'll be fine.
NARRATORSPRITE: Hopefully the team has decided to avoid double-prototyping next time!
ADAM: Well... we ARE the Mythbusters. It's our job to go above and beyond. Who knows, maybe it'll change something?
NARRATORSPRITE: I can conclusively tell you that no, it won't!
ADAM: Don't care. We're doing it.
NARRATORSPRITE: This is a very, VERY bad idea!
GRANT: Maybe we should listen to hi-
ADAM: Grant, are you a mythbuster, or a mouse?
GRANT: *whimpers* A mythbuster...
ADAM: Dang right! Now deploy that Totem Lathe!
-----
To be continued...
COMMENTS
I like to look into possibilities for "unusual" SBURB sessions with these crossovers. The TF2 one is looking into teams trying to directly interfere with each other, the Firefly one could potentially explore what happens when every player can visit every planet freely, and this one's about what happens when the players are as prepared as they could possibly be for the session.
I've got some more fun ideas but I have a feeling the script-like design makes it a little hard to follow. After the 40k one I might continue this. If you guys like, I can change it back to a more traditional narrative style, too.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Kerensky287
So, 2 unfortunate things:
1) I gotta stop with the criticism for now. Real life has gotten really busy recently and I need to sort things out before I can deal with that sort of extended commitment. The thread is also growing significantly faster than I could hope to put out posts, and I suspect that there will be several major events in the near future that prompt more fics than normal ANYWAY. So I'm taking a hiatus and when I come back I'll start a little more realistically, something like the 3 most recent pages. Sorry, everybody I'm skipping over! I genuinely feel bad about it but I'd feel worse if I kept acting as if I'd get to everyone eventually. I hate breaking promises.
2) Speaking of breaking promises, I'm putting off the 40k fic I "hinted at" if by hinted I mean I basically flat-out told you guys. This is only unfortunate because I hate breaking promises and I promised a 40k fic next. That's still coming but I had another idea that I had to do first.
I'm feeling iffy about the way I wrote it, but hopefully it flows well.
Uh... you won't get it if you aren't familiar with the show.
SBURB FICS THAT NEVER WERE
III: Mythstuckers
ADAM SAVAGE: We are trained professionals! DO NOT try any of these myths at home!
JAMIE HYNEMAN: Especially the one we're showing off today.
-----
NARRATOR: Who are the Mythbusters? Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, between them more than 30 years of special effects experience! Joining them: Grant Imahara, Tory Belleci, and Kari Byron! They don't just tell the myths... they put them to the test!
-----
ADAM: So today we've got a really interesting myth that our viewers have dug up, and I have to say, it's a little beyond the scope of anything we've been able to test before!
JAMIE: Yes, apparently there are rumors floating around that our entire universe was actually created by a group of little alien adolescents. Now, normally of course this wouldn't be anything of note, but the program they used has apparently surfaced on several filesharing sites.
ADAM: Yes, and in fact, since it surfaced, there have been plenty of reports of bizarre happenings! Unexplained meteor showers! Entire homes disappearing! The kinds of things you'd expect to see in a Bruce Willis movie!
JAMIE: Ironically, Bruce Willis was actually recently involved in a mission to stop one of the larger meteor strikes from causing catastrophic damage to southern Europe, but that's getting a little off-topic.
ADAM: There has been a lot of talk on the internet about how this program and these... weird... things going on, might be connected, and of course we couldn't resist checking it out for ourselves in a proper scientific setting.
JAMIE: Let's check it out.
-----
NARRATOR: Several reported players of this "reality-altering game" have released short walkthroughs of the introduction, which Adam and Jamie have picked apart in order to best test this myth that a game downloaded from the internet could have the capacity to design a whole new universe!
ADAM: So, one thing every "successful" session seems to have in common is a large number of players. For this purpose we've got Jamie and I, of course, and we've also got the Junior Mythbusters, Grant, Tory and Kari. Every player apparently needs their own little locale - a home or something, usually - and their own computer with both the server disc and the client disc. Now, the server player helps the client by building game constructs in the client's home, helping them get into the game and so forth. Presumably there's more to it, but we don't know any more than that at this point. That's part of what makes it so exciting!
NARRATOR: This particular myth is a little different, because once it's been started, there's no going back! Everything needs to be planned in advance, especially what the team will actually be testing!
-----
JAMIE: So, what are we looking at, here? What are we doing with this myth?
ADAM: Well, we need to see if this game - called SBURB, apparently, which is fun to say, SBURB, SBURB...
KARI: SBURB! It kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
ADAM: So, SBURB can apparently create an all-new universe. We haven't had any confirmed reports of it happening yet - just rumors on the internet - but if we can pull it off, we'll see if we can do it again, and each time we'll try testing different starting conditions.
TORY: So the first time we do it... it'll be like a speed run? Just trying to beat the game as fast as possible to see if it's actually doable?
GRANT: In that case, we need to be prepared. We'll need cameras, we'll need some way to defend ourselves, we'll need a solid plan...
KARI: And we'll all need our own little homes to play the game from.
-----
NARRATOR: Luckily, the US military has donated several bases to the Mythbusters team for this exciting endeavor! The locations must remain classified, as this IS a daytime TV show!
-----
GRANT: I've designed some little companion robots to follow the team around during our adventures. They use top-of-the-line hovercraft technology, hopefully for all-terrain work, and they have some built-in face recognition systems so they'll hopefully be able to keep track of whatever team member they're assigned to. I say "hopefully", of course, because once the show's on the road, it'll be hard to perform maintenance on them!
-----
NARRATOR: The Mythbusters team has also received plenty of donations from various benefactors - mostly defensive and military equipment - to help make sure everyone gets home safely!
JAMIE: Adam, is it sad that I'm really not surprised you picked the Claymore as your particular weapon?
ADAM: THEAH CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!!
NARRATOR: In addition to a single armament per team member, everyone's been outfitted with state-of-the-art Dragon Skin body armor, night vision goggles, and a secure communications line to make sure everyone can stay in touch!
TORY: Check it out... a Colt revolver! You feelin' lucky, punk?
GRANT: Whoa, weapon discipline, Tory.
KARI: I'm looking forward to getting to use the .50 cal again.
NARRATOR: Kari got to use this massive sniper rifle earlier to see if a van could be made bulletproof using only phonebooks as armor! Needless to say, .50 cal one, phonebooks zero! Jamie's ordered himself an AA-12 automatic shotgun, and as for Grant...
GRANT: This baby was donated by an anonymous benefactor. It's called the Flammenwerfer 35, and it was used by Nazi Germany during World War 2. The reason it's never been used since is because it was actually banned by the Geneva Convention - it's too brutal to be used in civilized warfare. Luckily for us, game constructs? Not exactly covered under the Geneva Convention!
-----
NARRATOR: Once everyone was fully kitted-out, we sent them off to their home locations to send them into a rousing game of SBURB!
ADAM: The chain of servers and clients will eventually have to be completed, and we can't just all start at once. We have to bring the team in, one player at a time, until all 5 of us are in. I'll be leading the way - taking point, woohoo - with Grant as my server player. Grant will be brought in by Jamie, who'll be brought in by Kari, who'll be brought in by Tory, and once that's done, I'll be able to help Tory come in.
TORY: The rumors say that the last person to get in has the biggest role in universe creation, and with my construction experience, we collectively decided I was the best person for the job.
-----
JAMIE: Okay, testing communications. Everybody report in.
GRANT: Grant here, everything's working.
KARI: This is Kari, I think my microphone is on... this equipment is really heavy, though.
TORY: This is Tory. Just kicking back with a magazine for now!
ADAM: Red 5, standing by!
*Jamie is seen to put his palm on his face*
ADAM: Haha, I heard that all the way from here. Okay, Grant, ready when you are.
-----
NARRATOR: Part of the SBURB game design revolves around the use of something called "prototyping". Players select various items to personalize a game-generated helper, but the items selected also affect the enemies!
GRANT: Okay, Cruxtruder deployed.
ADAM: I see it. Uh... how do I open this...
GRANT: Stand back, I'll help.
ADAM: Whoa. Did you just drop a tank onto it? And... wow, this is really mind-blowing.
GRANT: You should see it from my end. I can see you! Wee, I see Adam! I'm gonna mess with him. Oh wait... aww, I can't pick you up. But maybe I can...
ADAM: Jaaamieeee! Grant's poking me with weapons agaaaain! Ow, okay, seriously, stop that.
NARRATOR: The team collectively decided to prototype a wide variety of objects to see the effects on the game world!
ADAM: Prototyping nondescript box in 3... 2...
GRANT: ...Well, that was underwhelming.
ADAM: What do you expect from a nondescript box? *laughs*
GRANT: Yeah, I guess you're right. And tier 2?
ADAM: Prototyping with Mythbusters logo in 3... 2...
NARRATORSPRITE: The team doesn't seem to realize that they've just done something horribly wrong?
ADAM: Whoa, umm, what?
GRANT: Haha, is that Robert?
ADAM: Yeah, that's Robert Lee's voice! He's the narrator of the show!
NARRATORSPRITE: One big part of SBURB is the prototyping, but each successive prototyping also POWERS UP the enemy monsters! The intention is for each player to prototype once, enter the game, and go to Tier 2 afterward - the risky move of double-prototyping before entering has effectively doubled the difficulty of every monster Adam's going to have to face!
ADAM: Wow, that's probably the worst news I've ever heard Robert say. Hahaha!
GRANT: Huh... should we be nervous?
ADAM: Nah, I'm sure we'll be fine.
NARRATORSPRITE: Hopefully the team has decided to avoid double-prototyping next time!
ADAM: Well... we ARE the Mythbusters. It's our job to go above and beyond. Who knows, maybe it'll change something?
NARRATORSPRITE: I can conclusively tell you that no, it won't!
ADAM: Don't care. We're doing it.
NARRATORSPRITE: This is a very, VERY bad idea!
GRANT: Maybe we should listen to hi-
ADAM: Grant, are you a mythbuster, or a mouse?
GRANT: *whimpers* A mythbuster...
ADAM: Dang right! Now deploy that Totem Lathe!
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To be continued...
COMMENTS
I like to look into possibilities for "unusual" SBURB sessions with these crossovers. The TF2 one is looking into teams trying to directly interfere with each other, the Firefly one could potentially explore what happens when every player can visit every planet freely, and this one's about what happens when the players are as prepared as they could possibly be for the session.
I've got some more fun ideas but I have a feeling the script-like design makes it a little hard to follow. After the 40k one I might continue this. If you guys like, I can change it back to a more traditional narrative style, too.
EEEeeeEEE Kerensky you are the FUCKING BEST.
Seriously, I saw the title and squealed like a little girl. And it was so well done I could imagine them actually doing that.
Oh my gog imps that sound like narrator-man oh man oh man heehheeheee!
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
@lantadyme: Ugh, I'll never get this close when it comes to the kids' voices and inner monologues.
@Kerensky: I must see the imps this creates. I just must. This response brought to you by the team that just picked my jaw off the floor from your choice of subject.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
I swore to myself that my last one was it
Yet here I am, writing more of this garbage
Haha, watch this get Jossed WHILE I write it
Inspired by recent developments, I give you:
One True Pairing (formerly Rogue of Heart)
Nepeta had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a few minutes when she heard him. Her recognition of the voice's owner made her snap to attention.
"GOD DAMNIT, NOT--- FUCK FUCK FUCK BOTH OF THEM ARE DEAD! THAT SHITFUCKER KILLED THE BOTH OF THEM! AND IT'S MY FAULT... I SENT HIM HERE TO DIE LIKE THE DUMBASS I AM AND SHE FOLLOWED HIM. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!"
She turned to her left. Karkat stood facing towards Equius's corpse at the purple blood trail that led off into the distance. At least she had managed that much against the Bard of Rage before he had broken nearly every bone in her body with a single swing of the Deuce Clubs.
It seemed Nepeta's OTP was not to be after all. But she was a shipper to the very end, and she had one last thing to say before shuffling off this mortal coil.
"*the gr33viously injured kitty wishes to make one final statement to karkitty befur her time runs out*"
"N-NEPETA? OH THANK GOD, THAT BASTARD MANAGED TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALIVE!"
Karkat knelt down at her body. She was bleeding heavily but as long as there was still a chance she could be saved...
"*she looks at him with a furlorn expurresion on her face* i don't think i'm gonna make it ("
"DON'T... DON'T SAY THAT, YOU'RE HURT BUT--"
"*she admires karkitty for his ability to stay pawsitive even when things are this bad*"
"NEPETA! DAMN YOU, DON'T YOU DIE ON ME TOO!"
"*she wonders if he would mind doing her one last purrsonal favor*"
Karkat felt solely responsible for the entirety of the current situation on the asteroid. If he could do anything for a dying friend, he would do it.
"WHAT IS IT?"
"*the injured kitt--* no. i have a very impurrtant request. its a bit selfish, but i hope its okay."
"DEAR GOD, YES. I'VE FUCKED THINGS UP SO BADLY HERE. NAME IT."
"please, karkitty... kiss me. just once, so i can feel what its like."
He had known Nepeta had a crush on him for a long time, and he'd always neatly sidestepped the issue. But now he only felt sympathy for the dying girl. Karkat's lips met Nepeta's in a long, slow, passionate kiss. He felt she at least deserved that. Nepeta sighed with content.
"*the deathly injured--*, no, *i* thank you. that was purrfect."
"NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO FACE THE END ALONE. IT WAS THE ABSOLUTE VERY LEAST I COULD DO FOR YOU."
"you... you know i had a thing for you, right?"
"...YEAH. I KNEW. I'M SORRY I KEPT YOUR HOPES UP LIKE THAT FOR SO LONG. IT WASN'T FAIR TO YOU."
"its okay. just purromise me one last thing?"
"ANYTHING."
"keep terezi safe, okay? i would hate it if the one true purring got ruined over this."
Karkat's eyes started watering. A shipper to the end, Nepeta was. He nodded to her, and she smiled back, sighed, closed her eyes, and breathed her last.
He took his sickle from its strife specibus. Nepeta was annoying sometimes, but she deserved better than this.
The bastard would pay.
Notes:
I swear I can write something that doesn't at least imply Karkat/Terezi! I can quit anytime I want! I just don't want to
Writing Nepeta was a bit of a challenge! All watching the dialogue, looking for places to put cat puns in. Speaking of, I kept her doing that because I figured that's part of who she is. But I made her consciously drop the roleplaying because I figured from her point of view, shit was as real as shit can get.
Also I managed not to write a damn novel this time! So congrats to me on that I suppose
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Reason: because sometimes you only come up with something good after the fact, and you gotta roll with it