Homestuck: Another Session [Inactive]

FS: i told you


FS: the walkthrough ended at the meteor crashing into the house


FS: i have no idea


FS: maybe your sprite will know?


FS: my grandma has been telling me alot.





Frioto sighed at Kupala's mention of his blood color. The fuchsia sludge that ran through his veins didn't matter to him. Nor did Kupala's, whatever it was. He pulled out his SGRUB server disk and installed it, preparing to serve for Kupala.


CFM: I've installed the server disk, so who am I serving?


GG: I'm Not Exactly Sure What He Thinks Of Me...


GG: Do You Know?


GG: Pardon Me If My Question Sounds A Bit Selfish...


GN: What do you mean?


GN: What, you think he doesn't like you?
 
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SA: Oh right...


SA: That thing barely covers the game!


SA: Where is my great aunt sprite anyway?


SA: Can you see her?





GG: Well...


GG: Sometimes It Does Seem Like That Yes.
 
GG: Well...


GG: Sometimes It Does Seem Like That Yes.


GN: Well that breaks my heart.


GN: If anything did come about, if he didn't like my moirail...


GN: Maaaannn.





FS: looks like shes in the uhhh


FS: bathroom


FS: look at all this makeup
 
SA: I know...


SA: It's ridiculous how much money my mom spends on the stuff!


GG: I Certainly Don't Want To Ruin Anything For You If You Two Do Become Matesprits.


GG: I Think The Thing Is Is That He Thinks I'm Scary Or Something...
 
Cresten eyed the Kupala's text accusingly.


She always acted so bitterly dandy, those hasty sorts are quite distasteful.


This calls for some Lusus wisdom! He was quick to lift his head ans skim the wall of graffiti.


"Don’t listen to people who tell you what to do. Listen to people who encourage you to do what you know in your heart in right."


Ohhh, how inspiring!


FC: 00h... 00m, 00kay!


FC: I g00ess that makes K00pala 00ne leader.


FC: Th00ugh, I'm g00ing t00 wait a bit till j00ining if y00u d00nt mind.





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Alex was wandering through his ruins of a house, fighting the dreaded sight of utter disorder his UNCLE has made him dwell in all his life.


Speaking of that junkie bastard, he is completely missing, not a trace. Has he picked up a new find and hid to ogle over it in isolation?


The possibilities are quite endless, but one thing was for sure, the side-effect of helping his dear friend has already came to be.


Small speckled asteroids were starting to flutter down the sky. How glamorously intimidating.


What's even sweeter is that his ADMIRABLE FASHION TASTES matched the situation flawlessly.


[CONSULT A SAVIOR]


charredArmagedden [CA] began pestering stylishAstronomer [sA]


CA: I assume I'm at the point of the game where you complete the loop and all.


CA: Not that I'm unwilling to stare at this fiery abyss for the rest of my life.


CA: Because it's pretty hot.


CA: I made a clever pun, check it.


CA: No but seriously, I thing hot rocks falling from the sky is a sign.


CA: I meant think, and by think i mean possibly save me soon.





[RETREAT INTO BOMB SHELTER]


Which one? Since there are about six pretty classy holes slapped in the floor,


one of which is the ancient tomb of all your deceased goldfish, while the others are yet to be unwillingly explored.


He glares at his UNCLE's hat resting on the kitchen table.


It always looked like Indiana Jones hat, too bad his UNCLE as cool though.


[WEAR IT AND BECOME INDIANA JONES]


Alex is now longer a mindless beautiful teenage boy with uncomprehending class and admirable wit. He is the explorer, the hunter, and a filthy thug with no sense of hygiene. He's Indiana Jones. Though correction, this boy cares very much about his hygiene so maybe he'll only take on partial responsibility for the identity.


With his new found prowls for exploration, he's obtained courage to test a hole. Though every explorer need a weapon, he has gone weaponless for too long. Alex opened his FILING FETCH MODUS, quick to toss the first pointy object he sees to his STRIFE DECK.


With his SCISSORS in hand, he hopped down a randomly chosen shelter and opened up his CRAPTOP for further instructions for exploration.
 
FS: well i dont know about you


FS: im gonna find my sprite, so


FS: have fun





Luke ==> Go find your grandmother!


Not hard. She's stuffing cookies in your face as we speak.


GRAMMASPRITE: Here, have another cookie, Lukie!


LUKE: Ha, thanks grandma.


GRAMMSPRITE: Oh your welcome dear.


LUKE: So, grandma. Whats a gate?


GRAMMASPRITE: The glowing portals above the house, dear.


LUKE: Really?


LUKE: They look like the shapes from the loading screen


GRAMMASPRITE: That's because they are.


LUKE: Oh.
 
SA: Oh crap now it's happening to you?


SA: I guess I should be your server player.


SA: At this point it's pretty much the only thing that'll save you.


(Time skip to after entering~)





SA: Uhh...


SA: Please tell me you made it!
 
GN: Hey!


GN: I got my transportalizer working again!


GN: I'm going 2 test this baby out!


GN: Hopefully it doesn't end like last time.





Corazo ==> Go pay your Moirail a visit!


Corazo quickly packed her things into her her SKELETON modus, then walked over to her newly fixed TRANSPORTALIZER. She looked at it anxiously, before sucking in a breath and stepping on. Almost immediately she was transportalized to Terain's hive... In midair.


"Ahhhh... darn."


She plummeted, immediately closing her eyes, but she didn't feel an impact. In fact, she only felt herself suspended in midair. She opened her eyes, and was immediately poked in the eye by a leaf. "Owww! What the- I'm hanging in a tree aren't I." Sure enough, her horns had somehow hooked onto a branch from one of the trees in Terain's hive.


"Curse my curvy horns! ...TERAIN! It ended like last time!"
 
Terain looked up from her computer after her moirail sent the message about transportalizing and saw Corazo appear. She had gotten her horns stuck on one of her fully grown trees. "Oh dear...how should I get you down?"


She looked over to where she kept her gardening axe. She quickly grabbed it and quickly made it over to the tree, "Should I cut down the tree? It's old I don't mind losing it."
 
"I don't know, just, please help me down from here... These leaves are tickling my face..." Corazo cast her gaze downward, not actually able to look down, so she just let herself hang there, arms crossed over her chest. She looked around, "Well it looks like your plants are doing well, thats good I guess."
 
Terain shrugged and started chopping down her tree. "Thank you it's one of the few things I enjoy doing."


Terain kept cutting away at the tree until she reached the point that would cause it to fall over. "Here it goes prepare for impact!" She yelled. It was tempting for her to say "timber!".
 
A young troll is distracted by many explosions happening around her, half of them her own doing. While she's not paying attention, we should give her a name. What will her name be?


==> Enter Name


KLUTZY STINKBRAIN


Her attention is refocused. She doesn't seem to like the name.


==> Try again, idiot


COREAN RETTIE


Your name is COREAN RETTIE, and goodness, do you love EXPLOSIONS. In fact, so does your morail, which is why you two work so well together. Among explosions, you also love MAKE-UP, CLOTHES, and anything you can use to be BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. Which you are, of course. You notice the explosions from your morail have ceased. You pull out your COMPACT CASE, which doubles as a PORTABLE LAPTOP. You really do love technology. It seems a memo has been created. What do you do?


==> Respond to memo.


You respond to the memo.


highwayDictator [HD] has responded to the memo [in Regards To This Game]


HD: that was a lot of Reading to do.


HD: but i think i undeRstand. i'll staRt the download now, i guess.


HD: this aCtually sounds like a lot of fun. i haven't played a good game in a long time.


==> Download the files.


You begin the download. It seems to be taking a lot longer than you'd like, but it's better than nothing.
 
"Wait- What?" Corazo felt herself falling, and before soon, she felt herself smashed against the floor, with a large tree branch sticking out on both sides of her head, loops in her large horns. "Ugh..." She sat up and immediately fell back over again, on her back. The tree branch weighed her down. ...."sigh"
 
Huh? What's going on? Why are we looking at this random hive in the middle of nowhere? Where even is the rest of the structure? Underground!?


Oh, it's THIS guy. You almost forgot about him. An understandable mistake, but he is a member of this party nonetheless, so he still needs a name. What will his name be?


[EMOBABY DIRTPANTS]


He doesn't appear to like this name. His eyes almost seem to pierce right through his shades and into your soul...you'd better change the name before something really bad happens...


[uRSTOV JERGER]


Your name is Urstov Jerger. You are very, very DARK. This might either stem from your being raised in a hive that is HALF-UNDERGROUND, or it could possibly be a result of the violent and bloody VISIONS OF DEATH that have plagued you since you were just a wiggler. Despite your RATHER DARK DISPOSITION, you seem to have acquired an acquaintance with a group of peers. They are, in your eyes, BLIND TO THE TRUTH, and tend to be somewhat OVERLY OPTIMISTIC. They do tend to have bouts of intelligence, from time to time, so you figure that enduring the more ridiculous sides of their personality is worth it.


Living underground has its ups and downs. You've developed a heightened ability to SEE IN THE DARK. However, sometimes your hive caves in from your LUSUS digging around, and you have to put things back in place using your DRILLKIND SPECIBUS. Lifting such a heavy piece of machinery usually requires a considerable amount of VIGOR, but you have no trouble with your ABOVE AVERAGE STRENGTH.


The books filling most of the interior of your hive tell you many things. You aren't quite sure how they all got there, but you enjoy reading them, because they tell you tons of interesting things. They tell you that your ABOVE AVERAGE STRENGTH is typical for one from your section of the hemospectrum. Some of the things they tell you are things that anyone with common sense would know, but some of the books tell you things that most people would wish they didn't know. You've achieved a sort of CULTERED STATE from reading so many books, a quality that only a select few of your acquaintances seem to appreciate. The larger books in your hive are very heavy, so you can stack them up as SUPPORT BEAMS for the less sturdy sections that are prone to collapsing.


Your trolltag is dominionsTide [DT] and you tend to be very to the point. Sometimes, however, your communication is a tad bit more...cryptic. What will you do?


[PICK UP THAT BOOK OVER THERE]


What, The Moron's Guide to Troll Romance? You've read this thing a few times, but it never gets any less boring every time. You don't really take any interest in the information it has to offer. It's pretty big; its better for a support beam stack than anything else.


[PICK IT UP ANYWAYS]


You're persistent, aren't you? Very well. You captchalogue the TROLL ROMANCE TOME into your Sylladex. With your luck, chances are that, with your DARKNESS FETCH MODUS, the book will crush your fingers before you find it again. Sucks to suck.


[CHECK TOMETOP]


That's right, you've got a laptop modeled to look like a book. How geeky of you. It seems that your acquaintances have been discussing their plans to play the new game SGRUB. You think the idea is a bad one, but nevertheless unavoidable. At least, so your HARROWING VISIONS tell you.


dominionsTide [DT] has responded to memo [in Regards To This Game]


DT: ...Greetings.
 
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>Where's that one troll from before?


It cuts to another hive where a young troll Miss is standing. What's her name exactly?


[sHALLOW HAG]


You're joking right? She gives a look of utter disgust. Better change that before she kills you.


[Veinea Hathor]


Better. Her name is VEINEA HATHOR. She is very FORGETFUL and A BIT FULL OF HERSELF. Her interests include DOODLING PICTURES and WATCHING TROLL DISNEY MOVIES. Her hive is filled mostly with posters of her DRAWINGS and FANTASY MOVIES.


She lives with her deer lusus whom she has named DEERMOM and nowhere near WATER which she's actually thankful for because of the infamous SEADWELLERS. Sometimes she wishes she could FLY just like in her movies.


Like most of her blood color she has PSYCHIC POWERS which makes up for her LAME STRENGTH and lets her control other things like ANIMALS. Her trolltag is curiousPixie and she talks with all o+f her o+'s like that. What will she do?


>Veinea: Take a look at your recent art.


That picture's nowhere near finished. Though now would be a perfect time to start finishing it up...right after she takes a look at her fairytop.


>Veinea: Open up your Fairytop


She opens up her fairytop and sees a memo discussing that game SGRUB. Now's her chance! The picture can be worked on while she's on the memo.


>Veinea: Open memo and mutitask with drawing





curiousPixie [CP] has responded to memo [in Regards To This Game]





CP: o+mg finally


CP: we're talkin' 'bo+ut SGRUB


CP: and co+rean's here to+o+!


CP: hey~ <3
 
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CNG: Corean, Urstov, Veinea, 'Tis NIce Ye Three Finally Responded. I Nearly Started To Worry About You Trio.


CNG: And, Sorry For Being Harsh, Urstov, Try Not To Be A Downer, Veinea Try Not To Get Lost In Your Fantasies, and Corean...


CNG: Try Not To Blow Everything Up.


CNG: And Yes, We Are. Sveral Of Us, To My Knowledge Have Already Got It Started.
 
A young man wakes up in a hospital room. He has forgotten most everything, so he decides to let you choose his name.


FRENCHTOAST PANTSTENCH





He ain't having none of that shit! TRY AGAIN, BUTTHEAD.


JACK BOLLINGER





So, your name is Jack. Your INTERESTS are... you don't know. You're just really grumpy. And that computer is getting notifications like whack. You should probably check that out.
 
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@Party Poison


DT: A group of trolls, together, roam


DT: On imminent dangerous quest embark


DT: away from safety, lusus, home


DT: Into the deep and treach'rous dark...


CE: Hey,UrZtov,nicetoZeeyou.


CE: It'Zbeenforever,man.


CE: HaveyoudownloadedtheclientZyet?


DT: ...Yes.


CE: AweZome,thenwecanZtartaZZoonaZroZlowandcoreanZtopoverindulginginpyrotechnicZ.


CD: i ag♪ee with phossz, here


CD: you should p♪obably stop, ♪oslow


CD: we ca♫'t sta♪t the game without you


CD: also, you'♪e ce♪tai♫ly goi♫g to...


CD: ...


CD: Oh sh**.


DT: Oh dear.


CP: Whatx


CP: What's the pRRoblem...?


CP: ...oh cRRapx


===> HURRY UP AND BE THE OTHER GUY! QUICK!!!


You do exactly that. You are now Roslow Gundah, and you are SOL.


Your lusus has awoken. The leavings have officially hit the whirling device. You'd better hurry and get your trigger-happy rear end outta here, and your moirail's too.


===> Do that.


Right-o. You yell to your moirail to head for the hive and get to the transportalizer. You'll buy her some time, you yell. You pray that she will do as you ask. This time, your lusus seems a tad more pissed than usual. The ground trembles mightily as your lusus emerges from his nest over in that mountain range. He's approaching pretty fast, too.


You determine that he will not go down easily this time. The behemoth will be fighting to the death. This will truly be a battle for the ages.


You can't wait.


To get the party started, you decide a goading manuever would be wisest. The weakspots on his armor are so difficult to find, after all, and they seem to change every time. You open your ARSENAL FETCH MODUS, deposit your mortar launcher on its appropriate rack, then enter the unnecessarily complicated passcode to retrieve your SUNSHARD HAILSTORM from the MINIGUNKIND specibus section. It is a beauty of a weapon, but its attractiveness is dwarfed by its potential for kickass.


You open fire.
 
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MM: Okay guys, I think I've collected some useful information about this game we're stuck in.


MM: Each of us has a different Land, yes?


MM: Each Land has a different quest the player must follow.


MM: To achieve "God Tier" whatever that is.


MM: Achieving God Tier will help beat the Game.


MM: I, have the pleasure of the quest Play the Skulls to break The Silence.


MM: Oh, wait


MM: The Silence.
 
[Download the files.]


The troll girl raised an eyebrow. What happened the the angry, demanding voice? Oh well. She better just download the files. As she waited for the download to complete, the troll girl gave her lusus a final pat on the head as the creature ran off, probably to protect the hive.
 
"Oh dear. I'm deeply sorry!" Terain kneeled down next to Corazo. "Um how should I remove the branch from in between your horns?" She asked.


CP: yeah...


CP: so+ ill do+wnlo+ad that game then.


CP: but imma finish this pic first.


CP: aaannnddd


CP: do+ne!


CP: wheres terain this things fo+r her.





>Veinea: Show finished drawing


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(Wow I did another one. This is her official style)


Here it is in all of its glory. It's a shame Terain can't see it right now where is she?!


SA: God Tier?


SA: That sounds cool!


SA: I wonder what I'd look like as that.


SA: Or what my land's mission is.

 

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