After much deliberation, I’m probably going to place the official end of the liveblog here. I don’t feel as hyped for liveblogging as I used to, and I want to read the epilogue in peace.
What’s changed in all these years??????????? Probably nothing, or it’s one of Hussie’s stylistic choices, given that this is actually official fanfiction.
“> Look outside just to make absolutely sure the world is not ending.The sun is coming in through your window in bars of soft yellow. The only sound you can hear for miles is the wind skimming the hollows of your neighbors’ pipe homes. It’s a normal day in the salamander village, which you refer to as Salamander Village because the damned salamanders never bothered to give this village a name, you guess. Absolutely nothing of note has ever happened here in the entire history of the planet, which you would know, because you created it.
Beside your pillow, your phone is vibrating. Rose is calling. The screen of your phone reads 9:30 a.m. April 13, and also the number forty-six, which is how many text messages your friend left you while you were sleeping. A bit excessive, even for her.“
Hah, yeah, it is. I’m going to take a short break from this for a moment to tell my friends that this is really happening.
But before I do that:
Why couldn’t he name the village? Also, did they really move the consorts onto Earth? Why?
Your name is John Egbert, and you have just had a terrible, deeply pretentious nightmare. You snap out of bed, soaked in sweat, your heart hammering like a fire alarm. It is just as you feared.
You’ve been dreaming in anime again. And you have no idea what it could mean.”
Dreaming in anime. The only way to dream. The only way to live. Nice to see you after so long, John.
I missed you.
“At the center, that distortion turns into an eerie music. That’s where the cacophony ends—the shattering, the screaming, the squelching, the sounds of elemental particles being torn apart like string cheese shoved through a meat grinder, then dumped down a strangely melodious garbage disposal. It all returns to the same tonic dominant, matching pitch and tone, ironing out the rebellious flats and sharps until the discordance becomes exquisite. A subharmonic symphony that can only be heard in the bones. At the dead center of the event, it is extremely quiet. A silence made of all the suffering that limitless sempiternity can hold, bleeding together until the prism turns to obsidian. It’s too vast to comprehend, too black to behold without closing your eyes. Retreating to the back of your own eyelids is to seek the comfort of a familiar darkness. It is to reject an absolute tenebrosity so perfectly alien, it threatens to rip the humanity right through your eye sockets.
This is the end of everything. This is the end of Paradox Space. You...”
I’m still reeling from the Ao3 thing. My mind has melted. Still, lots of purple prose about falling into the Green Sun’s black hole.
“It starts with a crack. Everything else rises up from that like steam: a trembling thread that cuts through space in jagged lines, splintering the void into razor-sharp shards of putrefying leptons and quarks popping apart like raw eggs in a microwave. It’s coming undone at a subatomic level, from the bottom up, from the inside out. From the top down it looks like the eye of a storm—a black hole so supermassive that it spans the width of eternity. It turns infinity into something as thin and fragile as cellophane; shreds it of its dimensions, a piece of paper pinched together at either end, a hole poked through it.
At the center of that hole the edges can be heard fraying. Pandemonium, as continuity buckles in the middle and the two ends come smashing together. Around the hole, ghosts scream. They claw at the dying borders of their dreams with fingernail-chipping desperation. They whip together like the wind, trailing the mutilated streaks of their hypothetical futures with them. It’s a multifractal neon cyclone of primordial conclusion. A churning blender of hyperfinal, catastrophically terminal, overwhelmingly permanent double-death. The screaming distorts and plunges low as it gets closer to the cavity.”
Hyperfinal is a fun new word. Also, we’re at the black-hole!
Which is weird, because they could have just shrunk the old houses, broke them down into smaller pieces, and made cities with those. Dirks planet was made of buildings they could have imported.
I love how dynamic and interesting the views are. And Hussie’s signature cloud style never fails to impress.
Why the clown pictures?? Why bring those back? The surviving Dad doesn’t even like clowns, and I doubt they’ve grown much on John.
John and or Jane’s room.
John’s.
John you’re getting a snapchat.
Also the SBaHJ poster is life.
Okay so I clicked the phone and.
This came up.
Oooooooh
I’m not sure if I should comment on all the names, so I’ll just focus on the pictures. Like this one. This one’s great. I love them all.
This is amazing. I can’t even tell what the distant building is.
Is Jane going to revive millions of dead humans?
Because she should.
Oooh, the meteor!
That’s what this is, right. Calliope is going to find this interesting, I’m sure.
Yep.
Oh my god. They never picked it up the entire rest of the meteor trip?
I wonder if it’s still alive in there, after all these years?
Are they going to rebuild the human and troll races here?
They are!!
You’re gonna need a wider gene pool than that, boy-o.
Oh my god they’re all so cute?
And yet none of them will ever replace Joey in my heart. RIP Joey, still can’t believe they killed you off before your game even came out.
The Ampora is killing me. Look at it. It’s so tiny and weird I love it.
Look at them all. They’re all tiny nerds. Everyone one of them. None of them can help it either it’s genetic.
And then they ship off armies of babies. Artful, subtle. I’m sure this world will end up fine.
They’re gonna need a really big daycare.
Really big.
What are you doing, Dave?
Are they just gonna skip to the adult humans?
Probably so.
Okay that’s a bit far to go forwards. Like. Do you even know what the politics will be like? Did you make giant obelisks describing your ascensions so modern humans and trolls would know who’s in charge?
Yes, let’s see the news!
Yes, good. That’s the responsible thing to do.
Where are all the troll and human citizens?
The trolls only come out at night, right?
Nice. The ceremony they deserve. Rose, Dave, Dirk, Roxy, Jade, and Jake are all. Somewhere, probably?
Troll side, right.
I’m starting to wonder, is there a third (fourth if we include cherubs?) race in this universe that is destined to play the game? I would love to see them.
I am so happy.
Three kingdoms so far. I love it. Now we just need four more to found the zillyrealm and craft ancient weapons.
Yes! 4/7
If they can squeeze in an underling kingdom then we might have a fifth, and then two more to build the legendary realm the Zillyweapons were crafted in.
Okay but what about Jane?
I have never seen anything greater than this.
I feel fulfilled.
WHY?
There’s no other option, you’re going to have to deca
I AM VERY HAPPY
It’s even in their colors!!
Callie set off trickster mode and let them host the party games.
That’s amazing, and predictable for a cherub.
This is just like that thing Dirk drew but better.
Also Rose in a suit.
I don’t know why they take off the godtier outfits. I would never take mine off.
Robo English. I love it.
Tavros what the heck.
Even I feel intimidated.
Yeah, time for taxes.
No John, you have a mortgage now. Manhood. Briefcase.
Wait. Who’s being missed?
Oh my god
Why
She’s looking for Vriska!
Wow okay this got interesting fast. Please bring back the ghosts if at all possible. I know thousands of godly and psychic ghosts on your planet is generally considered a Bad Thing but look, I’m sure it’s fine.
“Reality is ending, you know, the usual.”
That is. Not good.
Just lost a catgirl. Better snapchat it.
Goodbye, Paradox Space.
You will be vaguely missed.
Nothing, go enjoy your party.
Just smile and have fun.
Why did you send out the non-god to do this?
Why would you ever do this?
JANE MAYOR
I AM PROUD
AND A NEW CEO
...and a glorified zookeeper.
I’m joking, of course, I’m proud of Jake too.
Nevermind.
Again? Is this a regular occurrence??
John’s 19th birthday, right?
Yeah, stop complaining. You’re a god, you can sleep when you want.
Yes, yes you are.
They hadn’t taken the sign down for a year??
She is off... On an adventure...
Her shirt!!!
It’s a trollsign!!
She’s an honorary troll!
The Jadebloods... There are so many...
Also build a robot kingdom?
The Jake special, double pistols and a wink.
Can Roxy and Calliope become loving girlfriends please?
Support from the masses!!
I hope they are close and loving.
Yeah, it’s nice. I’m glad they’re happy.
They still haven;t taken down the banner after two years.
Seven years. Seven whole years, even longer, actually.
It’s a big milestone. It was a good run.
Hm? What does Dad have the certificate for?
Oh. Yeah. His old dad is still dead.
Caliborn????
What, why?
How?
The dickwad.
Fine, answer it.
Just pass on it. You know he dies eventually anyways.
Yeah, seriously.
You’re a disappointment at best, Caliborn.
Do you want to be trapped in a house for thousands of years? Because this is exactly what this ends up resulting in.
So you’re shooting him no matter what? What does that accomplish?
Well.
I guess that’s it. Maybe there will be a bit more in the future but.
Okay so, MSPA Snapchat is active and it's time for me to start reacting, I guess? We can see lots of simple stuff going down. A selfie, and some construction!! Things are looking good on the newly revitalized Earth!
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