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[personal profile] karcant
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? ARE YOU SHITTING MY GLOBES RIGHT NOW?
BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING.
FIRST OF ALL, AND NOTE THAT I HAVE MY ABSURDLY FEW BLESSINGS COUNTED AS I POINT THIS OUT, YOU CAN'T HANDLE ANOTHER GAME RIGHT NOW.
SECOND OF ALL, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH WITH STUPID GAMES THAT FUCK WITH MY LIFE, EVEN IF THIS ONE WOULD FUCK WITH FAR LESS OF THEM.
I'VE HAD MY "STUPID GAME THAT FUCKS WITH KARKAT'S LIFE" QUOTA FAR EXCEEDED ACROSS COUNTLESS REALITIES.
I HAVE BEEN SUFFICIENTLY AND COMPLETELY FUCKED WITH. I HAVE ALREADY BEEN ALL THE WAY FUCKED WITH BY GAMES.
THERE IS NO MORE FUCKING TO BE HAD.
SIDE NOTE, I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FINALLY DECIDED TO FINISH UP THAT BEHEMOTH EXCREMENT AND WALKED OUT OF IT GOING "YEP, EVEN AFTER ALL THAT, I'M STILL STICKING WITH KARKAT!"
LIKE, DO YOU LIKE THIS PRESENT ME MORE THAN MY IDIOTIC 6 SWEEP SELF?
I GUESS I WOULD HOPE, BUT ALSO, I HATE YOU, SO I DON'T ACTUALLY CARE.
BUT WHAT THE FUCK. REALLY.
ALSO, KNOWING WHAT YOU AND OTHERS LIKE YOU HAVE SEEN OF ME MAKES ME WANT TO EJECT EACH ONE OF MY MISERABLE ORGANS THROUGH MY TIGHTEST BILE DUCT.
WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE I CAN'T BE MORE ASHAMED OF MY EXISTENCE, SOMETHING ALWAYS SLAPS ME ACROSS THE MOUTH WITH ITS BARBED FROND TO KNOCK ME DOWN A PEG.
ANYWAY, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOUR STUPID HUMAN NOSTALGIA.
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[personal profile] brometheus
I should have known that this is was the logical conclusion. There was no happy ending in store for us, but the detonation of that bomb took out more than anticipated.
No amount of platitudes or empty reassurances will ease anything. Stick a fork in it, the unity of the team is fucking done.
Even saying that, I don't regret making the wish. I do wish that I'd been more careful about what I used it on.
These powers aren't enough to do anything.
And I can't say for certain whether or not this is better or worse than where I was before...
Probably worse.
If only for the fact that enduring this alone is eventually going to drive me up the fucking wall.
I can't confide in Dave or anyone there, they have enough on their plate.
I can't confide in myself, because we are not the same fucking guy and I was stupid to assume superficial similarities were indicative of nature overcoming nurture. Correlation does not equal causation.
This is going to require a serious overhaul of my plans. Nothing to do now but improvise.
deudlypeanuts: (Default)
[personal profile] deudlypeanuts
To be honest i dont think the font settings i have actually matter
and to be even further honest im not even sure when i picked them in the first place.
I suppose its one of those mysteries that are always afoot in this neck of the woods.
Uh well jungle technically.
Theyre both kind of the same thing though except for all the ways that theyre different.

Gosh i just dont know what to say!
But thats okay because maybe you dont either and well both not know what to say at each other and get along splendidly.
dogdaughter: (explain yet another fucking mistake)
[personal profile] dogdaughter
if youre bored maybe you should finish up my app instead of... what are you doing anyway?
nothing?
...
that doesn't sound like a very good use of your time, mun :/

i dont see how being excited about playing me means you cant do anything else
you can still work on my app while you wait for replies in those threads! i believe in you!! :D
cuesticks: call the presses it's a miracle (mildly amused)
[personal profile] cuesticks

My, my. Look what the cat dragged in.
[ He takes a long drag of his cigarette, slowly leaning back in his chair. Despite the position, there's hardly a wrinkle on his suit-- Droog is, as always, immaculate, from the precise angle of his hat to the well-polished rings on his fingers. Once he's finished, he breathes out a languid curl of smoke, tapping the ash off the tip into the tray resting by his hand. There's a hazy halo around his head, twisting black and gray through the air as it begins to dissipate. ]

How long has it been, now-- well over a year, going by my records. Almost two, in fact. I can't say that I'm surprised you've come back around, however. I know you quite well by now, considering the fact that we've been doing this dance for as long as we have. You are...predictable.

But you're looking for something to do with me, I see. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement of some sort, so long as we keep a few important boundaries in mind. It's as we've discussed before-- you know my rules, and what happens to those that break them. I'll spare you the repetition.
[ Another pause, this one occupied by an appraising stare. The gears are turning in his head as he considers the possibilities, eventually giving a noncommittal half-shrug before he speaks again. ]
You say I'm not likely to find any more of the Crew here? A pity, to be sure, but I've managed well enough solo before-- I'm quite capable of handling myself. We'll just have to see what we can come up with when we get to...wherever it is you intend to send me.
What's that? You...say you have no idea.
[ Droog takes a deep breath, steepling his fingers in front of him. There's the tiniest flash of irritation across his face, barely perceptible in spite of the ever-present mask of calm-- that was far from the answer he was wanting to hear. ]

I'd suggest you get your plans in order as soon as possible-- I'm not exactly known for my patience, after all. [ A quiet hum, followed by the tiniest hint of a smirk-- he's careful to keep his composure in check, but the tension in his shoulders says that he's still far from thrilled. ] Regardless, I see you're not to be dissuaded-- an admirable trait. We'll see how long you last.

It will be a pleasure doing business with you again, mundane. I'm looking forward to another of our ventures.

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[personal profile] brometheus
Man, what the fuck. I'm not sure how to even begin to describe the shitstorm hanging out on the horizon like this is some cosmic backlash for even thinking I had a handle on this. I don't. It's white-hot and I don't have oven mitts. What could loosely pass for emotional support isn't here and, as far as I know, are still currently dead. We just witnessed a double murder and had to fight our way through the shambling remnants of two innocent girls whose only folly was staggering into our backwater little town, and oh yeah, everyone is at each other's fucking throats.

And now you're telling me that we're having a lit stick of dynamite introduced into this powder keg in the form of one Bro Strider. As in me. As in the rad as fuck but completely demented past-future version of myself that will undoubtedly cause a deluge of previously unforeseen familial relationship angst and a custody battle over Cal.

Great.

And on top of that, the collective technological IQ of this city falls somewhere between 0 and 'not fucking enough'. And with our primary method of communication seemingly accessible to the enemy, the alternative is going to have to be introduced to them the same way the elderly are spoonfed their supper. I have no idea what possessed me to think this was a good idea, but then again, this is the same mind that decided a perfect replica of my thirteen year old brain would be a perfect conversational partner. I don't even mind it! It's just a huge disadvantage and for all I know, a colossal waste of all our time.

... I miss my friends.
graytexttool: (I dun wanna talk about it...)
[personal profile] graytexttool
I'M NOT AFRAID OF A GODDAMN FOX.

[you so are]

MAYBE I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE GETTING RIPPED UP AGAIN, OKAY? THE GUY IS AN ASSHOLE. ALL I DID WAS SIT THERE, AND HE FUCKING ATTACKED ME! SHOUTING STUNTED GIBBERISH LIKE SOME RETARDED FURTUBE.

[as if realizing what he was saying, Karkat self-consciously tugs his sleeve over some recent scars. Scratches.]

WHATEVER. I'M NOT BRIBING HIM JUST SO I CAN COME OUT AGAIN. I DON'T NEED FRESH AIR.

[that's good, because the way this is going, you'll never leave your room again.

sulking]
I'm not apologizing.

[it's like he asks for it...]
psionichax0r: (:| 20)
[personal profile] psionichax0r
What the hell are you expecting from me here? A stern talking to? Some kind of chastisement?

[He waves his hand to the side as though pushing such absurd notions away.]

I don't care. Really. I don't. Join the games, do the P.S.L's, get totally in over your head, and then give yourself a big fat you told you so because I'm not here to fulfill your weird toy lusus action figure role or whatever the hell it is you're looking for from me here you weird human masochist because that's definitely not something I'm so you can get your freaky kink fantasies fulfilled somewhere else by someone else. This is not the troll you are looking for.

Maybe in the future try not investing so much time in dumb shitheads who can't get their acts together. There, for that one I'll give you an 'I told you so.'
turntex: (Default)
[personal profile] turntex
arent i supposed to be the one rebounding or whatever
i admit it would be awesome to see some of the others again but like chill
the moment you hear apps will be opening again you start trawling through your enabling memes and whatnot all hopeful and starry eyed only to come up empty handed
its sad to watch and yet watching is all i can do
watch on as you flip through character ads like a single mother on a dating site knowing the chances of actually finding anything are slim to fuckin none
like be cool youre just making yourself look desperate
besides if you keep it up with that "literally anyone would be amazing!!" attitude were all gonna regret it because there are definitely people that would not be amazing to have around
if your enthusiasm gets me stuck with vriska or gamzee or someone equally awful we are fucking done professionally
cyan_maid: (Goodbye and thanks)
[personal profile] cyan_maid
I know it's not me who gets to win the game, Miss Mundane, but seeing that other me in the new universe makes me happy!
Look at that thriving world! It's beautiful!
And look at Crockercorp! It is absolutely everything that I've ever dreamed it could be!! Oh, gosh...and everyone's off doing their own thing, having fun and living normal lives, but it looks like we're all still keeping in touch with each other...
I could cry, I really could. It's perfect!
Though, some of those other events certainly are concerning.
And I suppose...if THAT is what's happening to the afterlife, then the rest of us...
Well.
Maybe it won't be so bad to just. Cease, in a sense. And if it is, you seem fit to keep me around. It's been a little over four years since you and I started on this weird adventure together, hasn't it?
Let's see where we are in another four.
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[personal profile] starlightcalliope
isn't it marveloUs, when a story idea inspires yoU so Utterly that yoU scarcely remember to eat or leave yoUr room?
the characters and narrative come to life as thoUgh of their own accord, and all yoU need to do is a spot of research and organisation.
and it will be a collaborative tale, no less! ^u^
admittedly i tend to be a bit more interested in trollsonas than hUmansonas, bUt that is only becaUse i was allowed a more detailed insight into troll cUlture before.
i have no doUbts that exploring this mysterioUs hUman setting, as well as inhabiting a complex, well-roUnded hUmansona is going to be absolUtely thrilling!
especially in the company of the doctor and his plentifUl expertly insights, hee hee.
there is going to be so mUch to learn aboUt hUman history, cUstoms and familial relations. :U
i'm qUite chUffed yoU are taking sUch great care with my fancifUl new backstory, and i am sUre yoU needn't fret so mUch aboUt captUring my voice once more!
the best cUre for writer's anxiety is to simply barge ahead and pUt on a bold coUntenance Until yoUr confidence retUrns.
always does the trick for me! ~_u

turntex: (Default)
[personal profile] turntex
wow way to miss the hype train
running about a thousand years late
that shit be long gone
forget pulling away just as you were running up to the station
that train has long since been retired and the tracks are all full of weeds and shit because who the fuck even takes trains anymore
fucking no one thats who
but its cool i guess
im pretty goddamn timeless what being being the knight of time and all
that shit dont expire
im like a fucking twinkie still perfectly edible a hundred years after meteors or zombies or whatever happened and the worlds gone completely to hell
anyway
good luck i guess
just try not to like besmirch the strider name or anything
dont do anything i wouldnt do
which is kind of the point of your whole "being ic" thing so i guess that just boils down to not fucking up in general
so yeah whatever have fun


((OOC: Just trying things out, I can drop the font/color or switch or in-person interactions if you'd prefer!))
starlightcalliope: (if yoU please)
[personal profile] starlightcalliope
blimey, it has been a while.
i feared yoU might have forgotten aboUt me, jUst as all my dreams of boUndless exploration and adventUre were within my grasp at last. U_U
bUt it is lovely to hear from yoU again, miss mUn!
so it is finally time to stretch my space and time travelling legs, yes? to wander in starlight, to tread where no cherUb nor troll has set foot before, to see Unimaginable sights and meet Unique new people?
splendid!! ^_^
whom will the doctor and i have the pleasUre of encoUntering first?

horrorterrors?? :U
are yoU qUite sUre that is wise?
mere mortals sUrely oUghtn't to meddle in the cosmic affairs of the dread oUter gods.
to hear even one gibbering UlUlation oUt of their horrendoUs orifices is to lose one's sanity forever.
associating with them may be more dersite bUsiness than i am comfortable with.
thoUgh, i sUppose if one of them were to get Up to any mischief in the doctor's Universe, someone oUght to see aboUt pUtting a stop to it!
or, maybe someone is foolishly trying to sUmmon one of the creatUres and we will be sent to investigate? :U
if that is to be my first on-page oUting, i shan't complain.
it will be a pleasUre to chronicle the doctor's heroism and learn all his adventUring techniqUes! ^_^
and perhaps afterwards yoU will be inspired to find Us a more permanent soUrce of excitement and new friendships. ~_u
psionichax0r: (>:[ 13)
[personal profile] psionichax0r
...I'm trying to ignore you, you know.

...Fine.

All I'll say is this: 5 years we've been at this shit. I've died more times than I can count on two hands in more gruesome ways than I care to remember, and still we're going through it again. You can't even remember all the ways I've died so far, and honestly, what does that say about you, huh?

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, displacing his glasses momentarily.]

Yes I know some of them were my fault, you don't have to rub it in.

[His annoyed expression shifts into anger.]

Oh my god no. I do not want a walk down "How-many-deaths-can-I-recall" Memory Lane right now! Yes I remember getting shot through the middle by Eridan. That happened one time and was totally not my fault!

I don't care what I said to him, he should have known better than that.

[He sighs, frustration leaving him. Without his anger to push him forward her just looks... Tired.]

Can we just- Can we just keep it to two this time? Twice in one week is enough for me.
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[personal profile] turntechtactician
Sup dawg, here we are again.

You want a smuppet? Have a special R-Stri smuppet, disfigured just for you.

Now let's get down to business, what are we going to be doing? I know you're all pysched cause you get to toss me into a world where things are bananas and I'm a demon -- I'd be an awesome demon, yo, so you're not wrong there -- just, what are your goals when I decide that I'm bored and need to go rap it out with Lil Cal, buddy?

Nothing.

Nada.

Ziltch.

You get what I'm throwing down, yeah? Good.

So enjoy me while I last.
thepuppetmaster: (Thinking ❥ Watching)
[personal profile] thepuppetmaster
This isn't one of those situations you start by saying 'isn't it funny'. It's not fucking funny.

[Nearly twenty-one, distantly recalled cultural norms mark it as something important.]

They were all there when I turned eighteen and I didn't want anyone to give a shit. Now it's just me and a shitty artificial intelligence version of me, and I don't want him to give a shit. Y'know what, forget about it. I should be used to this, right?

[The bitterness, it burns.]

Don't try to tell me it isn't for another six months. I know you. I'm not going anywhere.

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