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Vriska Serket, Andrew Hussie, Jane Crocker

Vriska Serket- Tell about a scar on your body.

So, on both my wrists, near where the blade of the hand ends, I’ve got these scars (it’s a lot more prominent on my left tho). They don’t look like much, just a bit of rumpled skin, until you notice that it’s actually dented inwards. I went on a midnight longboarding run with a bunch of people once; the plan was to board through this park to a place where we could watch the meteor showers that were going on that weekend. So of course it’s dark, and cold, and a little wet from the dew and whatnot. Well, there was this big patch of leaves in the middle of the path, and, not having been able to see it in time, my board goes right over the leaves. All of a sudden, my board is basically hydroplaning sideways on the wet leaves, and I go flying forward. I land on my forearms, and instinctively go into a roll. It’s a good thing I was wearing a leather jacket and gloves, because otherwise I would’ve been a lot more torn up. As it was, I got some nasty gashes on my wrists and banged up one of my knees pretty hard, but no major damage. And now I get to tell people about the holes gouged out of my hands from the time I took a massive spill.

Andrew Hussie- What is your favorite flash from Homestuck?

Hmm, can’t really go wrong with [S] Cascade. Although, I am also quite partial to [S] Flip, and I absolutely love [S] Wake. I mean, that one has the crazy murdersmile Vriska

How can I not love it?

Jane Crocker- If you played Sburb/Sgrub, how fast would you die?

I’d like to think I’d last a while! After all, having read through all of Homestuck up to now should give me an edge right? Not to mention the multitude of things in my room that could be alchemized into some SWEET LOOT.

[swamplander]

Are you a type of Duck?

Drat! You find out my secret identity!

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Log of the Derelict, Gamma Book, Entry 3 Previous Entry >Enter Logbook command line >Initiate voice-pattern recognition protocols >Initiate synaptic interface >Recording In anticipation of meeting new individuals, I am setting this logbook to chronicle events autonomously. This will allow me to record things as they happen, instead of relying on my own memory to write things down later. As I climb the steps to the roof of the station, my mind drifts forward to the daunting task ahead of us. To rewrite the future and save our past. The very thought of it boggles the mind. If the future is already known, does anything we do now matter? How can a future already exist, yet be changed so as to become irrelevant? I emerge from a hatch to the roof of the meteor station. The monitor below was correct. Two more have arrived. They haven't seen me yet though. [Chatlog] AG: Oy, you two over there planning on staring off into space forever or what? QM: Hm? Oh, greetings to you, my friend. Rather nice rock you have here. Might I inquire as to your name? AG: androidsGenerator. I usually go by The Derelict though. And you two? QM: I am quantumMage, although you may call me Sean. It is a pleasure to meet another fellow SBARG player in these difficult times. SD: sanguineDoctor is fine. So, I hear we're supposed to go blow up a forge or some such? AG: So it seems. But I doubt we can take it down just yet. I would bet my last boondollars that the Forge is going to be very well protected. QM: A good assumption, I would say. What should our next move be then, do you think? SD: I'm not sure. The thing is, I'd rather not sit here and wait for HIM to come find us and kill us again. Dying once was bad enough. I say we go for the Forge now, and pick up anyone else we meet along the way. This God Tier stuff has got to be worth something right? AG: I'm not sure that's a good idea. I imagine if we go now, and get ourselves killed, it would count as a Heroic death, would it not? In which case, those deaths would stick, and what good does that do?....say, how did you guys end up here anyway? SD: Pretty simple, really. Thought I'd round up a posse, go kick some crazy evil monster butt. When I saw the station, figured there might be someone camping out here, so I came to check it out. QM: I am not entirely certain, myself. I simply felt drawn here for some reason when I saw the meteor as I was floating through space. With the planets gone, I think any sort of property is at a premium now, yes? :P SD: Ok, seriously dude, not funny. I just watched my planet get incinerated. Do you realize what that means? I don't know about you, but my planet was full of consorts, and you know what the worst part of it is? The planet, it was called the Land of Copper and Apathy. It's like the consorts, they knew what was coming, and just gave up. As I was sitting on my quest bed, they all just sorta stopped doing whatever they were doing, and just lay down to die. Do you realize what it's like to see that? To watch as a whole planet gets obliterated, knowing that the only thing you can do is keep going forward, and avenge their memory? This isn't just some game. Not anymore. QM: Whoah, I apologize if I offended you. I assure you that was not my intention. I simply think a little humor can be useful to "take the edge off" so to speak. Believe me when I say that I too am grieving over the loss of all the turtles on my planet. So many turtles. AG: Alright, look. One way or another, we need a plan of attack. sD, I think you had the right idea of rounding up an army. We'll need to take some time to recruit more people if we're going to assault the Forge. SD: *Sigh* I suppose so. I just hate all the waiting, you know? AG: Yeah, I know. Here's what I'm thinking. I've lost track of most of my team, although I can still contact one of them I think, and I've seen a few people popping in and out of PesterChum. I don't think HE can find us here just yet, so it should make a good base of operations until we're ready to make a move. sD, do you want to go out with Sean and start finding more players and bringing them back here? You're both Heroes of Blood, so I imagine you guys will be way better at diplomacy than I. SD: I'm good with that. Anything to keep busy. C'mon Sean let's go. AG: Perfect. In the meantime I'll stay here and coordinate things. Maybe all this equipment will let me lock onto a few more people as well. [end Chatlog] I give a quick informal salute goodbye and watch as the other two fly off into the empty void. I wonder whether there are others grouping up elsewhere, forming teams like ours. When it was revealed that we would all be one giant session, most of the 6-man teams that were formed in preparation dissolved pretty quickly, as each player set out to explore their respective planets. Now, however, it seems more important than ever to work together. Who knows where HE is right now, or what HE's up to? As I descend back into the ectobiology station, the first inklings of a plan begin to form in my mind. Even if the overall goal is still unclear, the HorrorTerrors have already given us our immediate tasks. Destroy the Forge. Kill the Frog. Stop the Black King. For now, I turn my attentions to the monitors, seeking to contact as many players as possible and bolster our ranks. I get the feeling this is going to be a very, very long day. End log entry. [[OOC NOTE]]If you notice anything about your character that you disagree with, feel free to let me know and I will try to edit to the best of my ability.