You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I probably could have finished it relatively quickly the first time around, but the TEXTWALLS of chatlogs tended to be somewhat offputting to me. :\
I kind of skimmed a few of the textlogs in the Alternia bit. Not initially a fan of the trolls, you see. That helped cut my time down.
The fastest case that I can remember is AHR, who finished the thing in the same amount that I had, except almost half a year later. The speedrun was quite a marvel at the time, though the liveblogging of it was a series of brouhahas that made that week kind of unpleasant. But nevermind that.
That's actually the only time that the thread was locked, and the only time that I was thumped (which was a "THIS IS STUPID" joke that was viewed as crass because the mod was unfamiliar with the webcomic).
One time Fast Eddie thumped a SBaHJ refrance (note: if I weren't using my phone right now that word would've been in Comic Sans) I made. That was very frustrating.
One time Fast Eddie thumped a SBaHJ refrance (note: if I weren't using my phone right now that word would've been in Comic Sans) I made. That was very frustrating.
Och, let's not start another discussion about that feller...
^ Which is why I was ignoring that particular strand of conversation. I would prefer to keep the past in the past here. And speaking of the future...
I think that I might be starting tonight. You will know when I give you the high sign. Remember: When the geese fly south, always drive on the left side of the road and avoid Russian spies that speak in code.
Hmmm. Wonder what the allocation in the Strife Specibus functions as. Seems pretty important.
Also, that GameBro article reminded me of some of Brent DiCrescenzo's articles for Pitchfork, albeit with a frat-boy slant rather than a self-satisfied hipster one. Says something about parody and reality, I suppose...
So the server that will hypothetically allow John to manipulate his own reality is most likely within his dad's car. Meanwhile, his room is now expanded and for some reason TT put a Totem Lathe there. For carving totems, I suppose.
There is now a toilet filled with cake in the yard.
Also, forgot to mention when the Strife Specibus first became useful, but that's actually a terribly clever little whatsit. I think. I'm not sure of much.
Now John is examining the Cruxtrader. Whee, giant random alchemy equipment!
And now, after a brief intermission to fix the internet connection and retrieve COFFEE, your splendid host with the most SREDNI VASHTAR resumes his look at the popular form-bending web comic HOMESTUCK...
And now I am typing in Garamond, because why not? Apparently not...?!
OK, so now we know what that lathe carves into, but what for? Why would John need a Cruxite totem? What exactly is Cruxite? What does that Alchemiter do?
Oh, wait, stupid me, it's a dowel. Of course it's meant to be lathed. Why did I ever think otherwise?
*face-palm*
Anyway, things are happening and the elder Mr. Egbert is a strange dude. Beyond the harlequins, he just accepts the presence of his bathtub sitting in the hall.
Well, that was entertainingly odd, Wonder what significance that apple actually holds. Having heard things about what happens later in the story, I have my faint suspicions, but really, I'm completely in the dark here.
So, the random vagabond in the desert seems to be using the SBURB server/interface/whatchamacallit to contact John in a vaguely obnoxious manner... a few years in the future... because—?
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Ah, Act 1...it seems like forever ago to me, even though I read it only, like, two years ago.
I remember thinking "wow, do I actually have to remember all this exposition for the next 5 acts?"
I have so far found it all delightfully absurd. The fact that it serves as potentially useful exposition while being ever so amusing is but icing on the cake.
Speaking of which, CERAMIC PORKHOLLOW would be a wonderful album title, if not a band name.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I did it in 4 days, but that was back in '10
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Chop to it!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I kind of skimmed a few of the textlogs in the Alternia bit. Not initially a fan of the trolls, you see. That helped cut my time down.
The fastest case that I can remember is AHR, who finished the thing in the same amount that I had, except almost half a year later. The speedrun was quite a marvel at the time, though the liveblogging of it was a series of brouhahas that made that week kind of unpleasant. But nevermind that.
#whydoikeepusingthewordbrouhaha #itisastupidword
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead