Land of Diesel and Punk

Current host blog of Dieseldamned Former abode of older homestuck rp dalliances.

[dieseldamned]

I have no self-control and decided to restart the adventure

http://eagle-time.com/showthread.php?tid=3848

No self-control whatsoever.

[dieseldamned]

Introducing character number two!

It was a rather dim and damp Dinstag in Zeeland. Like yesterday, in fact. And the day before that. Needless to say, it has not been a rather pleasant winter - certainly as far as weather is concerned. In particular, the wind has been getting heavier and heavier for the past 4-5 hours and while it has only recently begun drizzling, the fact that said drizzle is precipitating at an almost ninety-degree angle is rather disturbing. Your parents are unfortunately absent, too. Your father in particular, decided to go fishing in the Westerschelde, one of the many estuaries in the region. It's a thing that he does. You would've been at risk of joining him too, if it wasn't for your timely and successful absconding when he sought you out as a fishing companion. He seems to have decided to bring your mother along instead. Poor moeder. Of course, the fact that they are rowing in a wooden dinghy at a time like this isn't foreboding at all. ANYHOW... you are sitting in your compact, but cosy room, on top of an incredibly warm eiderdown duvet, twirling one of your blonde pigtails while simultaneously jotting down another attempt at solving Fermat's famously 'unsolvable' problem. Of course, when your mathematics teacher told you it wasn't worth working on you instantly disagreed and here you are twenty-two-hundred pages later. It's a pretty good distraction from the world outside and while you haven't found the solution just yet, you're hopeful and well, 'giving up' isn't really your thing. Your Appellative Lanyard remains unfilled on your desk. You received it only a few days ago, when you gained entry into that 'program'. Overwhelmed by a feeling that now is totally the best time to attend to that object, you see fit to ensure it is properly filled. Of course, you are not some silly person that isn't given a name until the age of fourteen. What kind of silly person would include that in their story? Losers, that's who. You know what your name is. It's...

[dieseldamned]

Oh, we're back at this screen again. Looks like our next choice is rather tied up now. However, since it is still very early for us to be totally removed from the luxuries of free choice, at least we get to pick the gender of the individual whom we are about to meet. Why are only two gender options available, I hear you cry. Well, I would give you more if I could. The late 50s patriarchy simply isn't ready to recognise or even contemplate gender fluidity, I'm afraid. But hey, to make up for it, you also get to choose their location. The USA, Germany, France, United Kingdom, Netherlands and Canada are all lit up on the monitor. Two updates, two choices. Gee, we're getting spoilt today.

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OH LOOK, IT’S AN UPDATE

Yeah, this is a thing. It is still a thing. I’m not dead. honest.

Story So Far:

Anna Orlova is your average teenage girl... with a mysterious father that works for the government, a strong pig-wrestling physique and memories of a meteoric near-miss thwarted by strange alien-looking tech. Okay, maybe she isn’t very average after all. Anyway, it’s the Soviet Union in a very Dieselpunk 1950s, and she’s been waiting for a special package to arrive. In the meantime, she thought about a lot of things from her past, and her best friend (which also happened to be her worst enemy... and a pig) appeared out of nowhere like he/it does. She kinda got lured into a pig-wrestling session that may have saved her life. Anyhow, the doorbell is ringing, and it looks like the package has finally been delivered... http://mspaforums.com/showthread.php?58559-Dieseldamned-Act-1-Scene-2-The-Package&p=7788217&viewfull=1#post7788217

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WHAT IS YOUR OPINION ON CERTAIN POLES WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INVOLVED WITH THESE SHENANIGANS☭

If you refer to the metal poles that are being used to beat mooks into submission, yes. I find them to be very resourceful.

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Dieseldamed: Reboot

After a 6-Month hiatus, Dieseldamned is coming back, this time in a much smaller format.

The first known Homestuck RP with a Dieselpunk/Atompunk theme, Dieseldamned will be featuring a cast of eight characters, fighting against one another in a war of weapons, words and worlds.

“Everything must justify its existence before the judgment seat of Reason, or give up existence”

- Friedreich Engels

"There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were."

- Dwight Eisenhower

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((BTW, just so you know, your guy's got the order of events backwards. Dekard dies first, then Eirisa does something suicidal because of it. Sorry that wasn't made clear sooner.))

[dieseldamned]

Out of ideas

Not sure who or what to RP as right now. With my DieselDamned character not going to be included in the RP reboot (I refuse to player-GM), I have to add that troll to my lists. And then there's Joab's post-scratch counterpart, Jake, whom I never completed.

Holla if you want to start something.

[alterniashermits]

someone should come beat the living snot out of delsul

just

because

[dieseldamned]

÷Did sømebødy just invite me tø beat up a trøll?÷

[thefantrollkit]

÷Did sømebødy say ‘egø’?÷ (I couldn’t resist)

[dieseldamned]

÷I swear I heard the søund øf unnecessary, putrid cømpliments being exchanged frøm øne alien tø anøther.÷

[dieseldamned]

DID YOU KNOW?Vampire Squid are more closely related to Octopus than squid. They look incredibly scary, but actually eat any edible dead thing that floats down from above. They also flap about as adults, rather than using their water jets and have blue blood.

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IA: Dance with glee

You cannot dance sadly. your case does not provide enough room for much frivolity, and besides, you are not particularly taken to flamboyant displays of jolliness. And your species was never designed for dancing, either. If there were people to witness you being jolly at their expense, you might retract that line of argument; but for now, you will simply float about, wringing your tentacles and beaming with iridescent pleasure at having gained a good day's worth of entertainment from those trolls.

Oh man, the 'male' one was such a loser. You almost wish he doesn't kill himself under suitably tragic circumstances, just so you can mock him at some point in the future. You were being serious about his accomplice however. She appeared to be far more resourceful and worthy of investment, as long as her willpower isn't eroded by despondency. If the cards aren't played out right, that miserable speck doting on her could waste everything. He would have to be removed from the picture, somehow, or slowly implanted with enough self-confidence to stand up for himself.

Teuthis preferred the former to the latter, working on such a low base would take a lot of time and even though you technically have all the time in the world (well, almost), you'd rather not spend any more time with him than absolutely necessary. you have more important things to do. Like watching over young teenage human males...

[dieseldamned]

Did You Know? While unable to communicate vocally, cuttlefish are capable of communication and respond to their environment in a variety of ways.

[csjrp-blog]

HOW ABOUT… THE FUTURE OF YOUR species?

[thefantrollkit]

Firrst you would need to convince me that you would know that kind of inforrmation.

[csjrp-blog]

PERHAPS IF YOUR EYES WERE NOT mildly defective YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE IT FOR YOURSELF.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

AND WHAT WOULD THAT TAKE? I HAVE witnessed MORE THAN YOU WOULD BELIEVE. I SUPPOSE THE TALES OF THE APPARENT DEMISE AND WOE OF YOUR SPECIES FALLS INTO THAT category.

[thefantrollkit]

Purrdon me? I do think you must have the wrrong trroll. Therre’s nothing wrrong with my eyes.

If you rreally know all that much infformation, then tell me something that will happen within the next two nights. Afterr it happens, I’ll believe you.

[csjrp-blog]

I GUESS I REALLY CAN SEE MORE THAN YOU REALISE. HOWEVER, YOUR SLIGHTLY myopic NATURE DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE MIRRORED BY YOUR ATTITUDE.

I THINK IT WOULD BE BETTER IF I displayed THE FUTURE TO YOU, erisa. *Imprints a vision of Emissary sobbing inconsolably* IT MAY NOT BEEN IN WHATEVER PERIOD OF TIME YOUR SPECIES DENOTES AS A ‘WEEK’, BUT WHEN IT DOES, YOU WILL REMEMBER ME.

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(SWEEPS IN THE FUTURE, BUT NOT TOO MANY...

The fate decreed by the Empress dealt the Emissary a crushing blow. But not as crushing as the laughter that echoed throughout her thinkpan as death approached.)

[dieseldamned]

Silenetly exploding while looking at my empty persterchum

Somebody get online.

Urge to throw chair out the window; rising.

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Coming Up:

Thanks to my other projects, I haven't been able to generate new characters lately. There are however, a couple which aren't going to be listed on one of the pages just yet, either due to the character being incomplete, or currently set aside for an in-progress RP. These characters are:

- Solifu Atlach, a blue-blooded subterranean troll that has an enormous insect collection, a library of grudges and a pathological hatred of spiders.

- The Prophetess; Dancestor of Neicea Clymen and current PC in the Dieseldamned RP.

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RP blog updated, revised and operational. It's game on motherfuckers.