Homestuck Day 14 Part 1 (The Unthinkable Happens, in Several Ways)
Heyo, fellow weirdos!
Betcha no one was expecting this kind of sudden return!
HAH
UNDERESTIMATE ME NOT, MONGRELS!
En serio though, I’ve started attending a local community college now and I don’t know how regularly I’ll be able to liveblog even as my mental state improves. BUT. I say we put aside the cruel vagaries inherent to human life for now and mutually enjoy the fact that the stars have aligned and I have been let out of my cage long enough to liveblog a bit.
ONWARD NOT NECESSARILY CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS! LET US BESET WHILST THE FERROUS METAL IS DECALESCENT!
Let’s see . . . I believe we last left off with Dave navigating his apartment and facing horrors far more deadly than anything Lovecraft ever dreamt of.
Bingo.
Never before have I so regretted being right.
I’m going to do my best not to dwell on questions like “how dry does the towel have to be to lose the ‘damp’ descriptor?” and “who decides these things anyway?”. That way lies madness.
This right here is exactly the situation in which nothing ever goes wrong. Critical life-saving game disks suspended next to an open window by clothespins. Savvy Dave may be, but genre-savvy? Maybe not so much.
WE CAN ONLY GO UP FROM HERE FOLKS
Gods above, Hussie. Just how many flags are really necessary?
Oh look we’re establishing temporality. Is that a word? Yes, I just made it.
Sadly, Dave is almost certainly right here. John’s sylladex level could reasonably be described as “accidental terrorist”.
Also those ellipses smell like impending shenanigans to me . . .
Why am I not surprised?
I’m a godsdamned prophet.
