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The Homestuck Epilogues Candy 8. The Homestuck Epilogues Meat 8. Homestuck BETA 8. Homestuck 8. The Homestuck Epilogues Candy 9. JADE: arent you guys happy to get out of the house for once!!! The Homestuck Epilogues Meat 9. Homestuck 9. The Homestuck Epilogues Meat Jane Crocker sweeps into her office with grace befitting her station and slams the door shut behind her. Homestuck You aren't totally sure if "EQUIP" is a verb copasetic with the abstract behavioral medium in which you dwell, but you give it a try anyway.
The Homestuck Epilogues Candy Jake wakes up to the unfamiliar feeling of a cheek on his chest and a thigh slung over his stomach. Three months later, John is still thinking about his last conversation with Terezi. Morgan Freeman's genteel, homespun mannerisms were perfect qualities for a president residing over a crisis. The little red arm-swingy-dealy thing or whatever it is called is flipped up! You are about to hurry down stairs when you hear a car pull into the driveway. JAKE: Ah chaps dont you love to take a rigorous jaunt about the wilds first thing in the morning, middle thing in the day, and last thing in the evening?
If you go down stairs to get it, he will likely monopolize hours of your time. Terezi is munching her way through another tin of human fatherly tobacco as john crawls into the back seat. You've put countless manhours into this assortment of quality titles. Vriska grabs Gamzee by the front of his shirt and yanks him down, her hot, furious breath brushing his disgusting face.
John looks up to see Rose waving at him while hanging out the hatch of a troll cruiser. TG: is it there TG: plz say yes TG: maybe you can play with TT shes been pestering me all day about it TG: shes mackin on me so hard all the time i start to feel embarrassed for her TG: i mean not that i can blame her or anything EB: yes, it is understandable because you are really attractive.
While John dealt with the sight by immediately turning and walking away, and the Earth Vriska dove into a nearby bush for safety, Vriska is contending with her predicament through willful denial. The moment John caught a proper glance of Vriska and Gamzee going at it in the bushes, he was done.
Because Vriska only spent a few minutes on Prospit before her dream self was whisked away to the Battlefield the moment she ascended to her god tier form, she never exactly got to enjoy Prospit life as much as some of her friends did.
Roxy tugs at a piece of hair behind her ear with one hand as she checks the time on her phone with the other. On the other side of the continent, somewhere along the border between the Human and Troll Kingdoms, Dave and Jade navigate a densely jungled region.
From atop the tallest bell tower in the Carapace Kingdom, the sky looks like something painted by a crazy person. Later that night, jade has been moved from the hospital to the troll kingdom. It might come in handy if you ever need something that burns easily.
The accursed odor of fresh baking wafts into your newfound nostrils. Contemplating what could be inside this package is sort of exciting, but it makes you a little nervous at the same time.
TT: I understand you have recently come into possession of the beta release of "The Game of the Year", as featured in respectable periodicals such as GameBro Magazine. You can carry hefty items, but that thing is just way too big. You thought about consulting the text to determine exactly how hilarious the doll is now. The door on the left leads to the KITCHEN, from which the smell of baking wafts -- a powerful aroma which could lift an especially portly hobo off his feet. Pages including sound will be preceded by [S] in the command.
You play the prankster's favorite card game, even though you are alone in the room, thus rendering it an especially foolish version of Solitaire. You're not usually into chick-flicks, but Matthew McConaughey's cool charisma could salvage any heap of smoldering wreckage. You decide to space out on the computer for a while before doing anything important.
The new adventure is ok, but you're not sure if you like it as much as the last one. It looks like your DAD is leaving again for more baking supplies. You don't know what the heck this thing does, but it looks neat! TT: It seems expanding the dimensions of your room cost us some "Build Grist". TT: Now that your room is bigger, why don't you move to the far corner?
It looks like another one of your chums is pestering you on your PDA. When you turn the wheel, something seems to be pushing up from underneath the lid. On the tub's journey to the driveway, the connection is interrupted. You're no astronomer, but its trajectory looks suspiciously head-on with your current perspective.
It is tempting because they strongly resemble Rockin' Blue Raspberry Gushers. EB: alright, i used the lathe to make this blue shapey thing. You would only resort to such an embarrassing activity while no one was watching!!!
You waste approximately 40 seconds playing the violin while your friend is in peril. Since your good for nothing friend is obviously not going to bail you out in time, you issue words of parting fondness to dear, sweet Liv.
Your panoramic window offers a view of your yard below, and the mausoleum housing your dead cat, JASPERS, who died when you were young. This book is absolutely indispensable for enthusiasts of your ilk.
The door opens to an exterior walkway, leading to the observatory entrance. You go back up to your bedroom, tiptoeing around this weird petroleum-based sludge. John makes his way to the balcony per your awkwardly-worded request. John is very nervous about the idea, and the strident tone of your commands is starting to make him a little upset! An unsealed tunnel welcomes hot desert air into its stagnant depths.
You are about to head upstairs, but you thought you heard something behind you. You're not sure you even saw a woman, let alone any of her hypothetical antics.
TG: hey bro check it out im working on some new rhymes EB: dude, i don't have time for your nerdy raps! You head out to the balcony to find out what Rose has in mind. TG: when the film crew zooms where the presidents at TG: im like if that dudes black ill eat my hat TG: turns out he is, so we're all "damn, director's got gumption" TG: like we'll all flip our shit he aint shining shoes or somethin TG: its called freemancipation.
And then there's this strange page containing some rather mysterious notes on summoning procedures. This is the package that your friend John Egbert sent you for your 13th birthday a little while ago.
In addition to letting your buddy know about this outstanding juice windfall, you figure you'll wish him a happy birthday while you're at it. In a new tab you open another one of your sites, a webcomic ironically maintained through a satirical cipher vaguely similar to that of your blog. You figure as long as you're chilling at your computer you might as well see how that new MSPA story is going. You don't remember where you last left off, so you jump way ahead.
Even though the adventure began recently, it's already over pages long. TT: In some cultures the persistent refusal of a lady's invitation to play a game with her would be a sign wanton disrespect.
Meanwhile in the present, in a place where the present may be a concept of dubious merit, John is spacing out. There is a trail of this fluid in the hall leading to your room. Those beats were so fresh they belong in the produce aisle, is what you're talkin' about.
Nah, you just decide to wring this towel out into the toilet to make it less damp. You descend to the living room area of your home's expansive open layout. Your mother then purchased a fresh pack of W's and left them there for your convenience.
This is incredibly silly, and you're not sure how it fits into your campaign against your mother, OR getting your computer back online to escape your doom! But that unsightly void in the W pack won't do, nor will the gash in the plastic. You can't be this stupid pony, and frankly you can't imagine why anyone would want to! Fine, you'll interrupt your reading and turn around, but you don't see what could possibly be so oh my god it's a monster. You regather your items and begin the soggy trek mausoleum-ward.
You give John a swift drubbing in the noggin, but he is undeterred! Perhaps you will take this spare moment to contemplate the Nannasprite's strange tale. Your BRO has so much sweet gear it's hard to keep up with it all sometimes. Your BRO's computer is password protected of course to protect all the incredible top secret shit he's got on the burners.
Your BRO keeps up with your projects in his aggregator, just like you keep up with his. You get Egbert on the line again to give him the lowdown on your progress. TT: John, whenever you read this, you should know I put the shale you collected to use and finally deployed the Punch Designix. TT: Also, I should probably warn you that your house and yard are completely infested with monsters now. Thank God your sanity has returned so you can entertain extremely rational, coherent thoughts like this one.
The piano in its valiant effort has unfortunately been slain. TT: I'll try recouping some of the grist from the catwalk I built earlier. Ok, you obviously don't have enough grist yet for something that ambitious. It's a little cramped in here for any sort of proper reckless pogoing. Well ok, it's not a Slimer pogo, but you mount it anyway and brandish your deadly armaments.
TT: I blocked the entrance to the study to give you some space to work with the Designix. TG: ok wait hold on why am i getting this stupid game for you TG: youre the one who should be wrist deep in puppet ass TT: What is the specific problem? In the interest of due diligence, you enter the other code and repeat the process with that card too. You punch the card with a pattern that is in no way related to the code for the item it contains. EB: so why didn't you just build a way up through that hole into my dad's room?
You swoop up the bountiful supply of grist generated by your co-player's recent exploits. It seems he has been collecting scraps from the news over the years. You wander over to the place where your BRO keeps his sweet turntable gear. Ok, some of this stuff you KNOW he's just leaving around to get under your skin. This might be the only thing in the whole apartment that's a bigger piece of shit than your own sword. You're still not sure what he's so happy about, or what he's looking at up there.
It's a pretty sweet fort you just made and you're pretty sure your brother would agree. Yeah, there was pretty much no way there wasn't going to be a bunch of puppets in there. You never really understood what Caveney's relation to Anderson was, or why he wrote this book about him. Oh man, looks like Rose made like a million hammers for some reason.
You get a vicious rhythmic bouncing combo going and easily slay the imp in one blow. Looks like a sort of index documenting all the known results for punch card alchemy combinations. You are somewhat skeptical about the nutritional value contained by these pages. You empty the peculiar cabinet and take a quick inventory of your canned goods. You immerse yourself in this beautiful dream as you whittle away the minutes, or perhaps hours.
You sketch a handsome network of sprawling thoroughfares for your citizens to traverse. You develop westward, settling those fertile plains and claiming them for your city. You cannot urinate because you have not had anything to drink in quite some time. It seems you have run out of territory for your western expansion. Using most of your imagination and an entire piece of sky-blue chalk, you render a bright and cheerful sky full of clouds.
You free the heavenly brown elixir from the jewels of pink carapace and imbibe like the wind. Feeling refreshed and heavily caffeinated, you go back to work on the big computer. Your caffeinated jittering must have agitated all the little bubbles curiously hidden in the liquid, creating too much pressure in the can.
The floor rotates a full degrees beneath you, while the surrounding wall seems to stay put. It seems this mysterious gourd was transported appearified!!! One way to find out would be to attempt to appearify something from this facility. You nudge the coordinates very slightly and bump up the elevation by 0. He also appears quite sleepy. Trace : Named for "tres", the Spanish word for three, as well as his ability to retrace people's Past Trails.
Clover : Most likely named for the four-leaf variety of that plant and his leprechaun-like personality and stature. Fin : Named after a slang term for US five-dollar bills, although the name also recalls his strangely shaped head. It is also possible that he is named for the French or Spanish "fin", both meaning "end". He also has notoriously sharp teeth, and, like Trace, resembles a shark.
A pool shark. Die : Named for the number of sides on a standard cubic die, and "die" as in death. Crowbar : Named for the similar shape of a crowbar and a 7. Sn o wman : Named for the slang for pocket 8s in poker. Could also be a reference to the similarity in shape between a snowman and the number 8, or possibly a pun "she's Snowman" is almost a homophone of "she's no man" ; her name is also possibly intended as an ironic reversal of her black complexion as a distinctive feature among The Felt members.
Sinking the 8-ball ends the game universe. Stitch : Named for the scar on his face, as well as the phrase "a stitch in time saves nine" and the fact that he is a tailor.
Sawbuck : Named after a slang term for US ten-dollar bills, which, like Fin, probably comes from the shape of his head. Matchsticks : Named after the fire producing sticks, because of his powers to appear at whatever time and place that there is a fire. Matchsticks also look a lot like the number Eggs : Named for the most notable product served in a dozen, and his eggtimer. Biscuits : Named for a baker's dozen, and his oven. Quarters : Named for "quatorze", the French word for fourteen, but also for the money as when he got introduced, quarters were shown to be used by the Felt to summon each other.
Cans : Named for "quinze", the French word for fifteen. The Trolls Similarly to the Felt, the trolls' names each have latent meaning. Karkat : Sanskrit for Cancer Karkata. Vantas : A drug to treat cancer. Gamzee : Named for someone on the forums called Gamze. Makara : Sanskrit for Capricorn. Terezi : Azerbaijani for Libra. Sounds like Tiresias of Oedipus and Homer fame. Validated User. It's also one more than In a system with [KB or whatever] of ram, going to memory address would probably take you back to the beginning.
I think? Last edited: Feb 17, Odie If only she could breathe Validated User. Master said:. You forgot 2 x "YES". Dawgstar His Honorable Tyranny Staff member. The Wyzard said:. Still weird. PenguinZero Wark! Yeah, but this is weird in a different way than the usual weirdness. It's out-of-comic, unintentional weirdness, based on the difference between Bill Cosby's public image when the comic came out avuncular mild-mannered comedian who can be a bit of a crank but made great strides for racial equality and his public image now probable serial rapist.
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