= Be the self-loathing mutant-blood.
= Impossible…now attempting to be the self-righteous tyrian-blood.
= Success.
A young troll stands in his bedroom. It is on this very day that he does not care how old he is and will not sit here while others try to unsuccessfully guess his name and age when he will tell them if they would shut their word-holes and read the Courier-New bolded font that is sitting two inches from their eyeballs.
Hopefully you are at a safe distance from the screen now, because you're going to need those eyes. Or text-reading program. Whichever.
The young troll is Karkat Vantas, the heir to the Alternian throne. With purplish-pink blood running through his veins, arteries, and various other blood-carrying tubes, it makes him the highest on the hemospectrum, and therefore, troll royalty. On his black shirt, almost unnoticeable among the many colored necklaces hanging from his neck, is the familiar Cancer sign, AKA "the sideways 69" (Hold in your giggles please). Short yet sharp pointed teeth protruded out of his mouth, and his pitch-black hair touched the floor. He had a golden crown on his head and a pair of goggles atop that.
With rather small nubs for horns and tyrian-colored freckles, he certainly may have not seemed very threatening. However, highbloods are known for being very unpredictable and rather rash, especially seadwellers. Karkat Vantas is the poster child for both, as you'll soon find out. His actions and morals will take many twists and turns, but let's keep to the present, shall we?
Karkat's hive was, obviously, deep in the ocean of Alternia, surrounded by the many creatures of the sea, which were very helpful in feeding his monster of a lusus. Karkat, however, had taken a liking to the creatures known as bottlenose dolphins, whom of which he calls his "bottlebros". He was "hanging" with one of said bottlebros on this particular day. Karkat had been staring at the screen for quite a while, waiting for somebody to sign on to their Trollian. Being at the bottom of sea, he had very limited contact with any landwellers, unless of course he ventured onto land, which was not the brightest idea considering he had no idea where any of his landweller friends lived. Besides his bottlebros and his lusus, the only other creature he had contact with was a purple-blooded seadweller named—well, we'll get to them later.
Suddenly, Karkat heard a banging on the walls of his hive. It didn't sound like a "I need to get your attention" kind of bang, it was the "if you don't stop me I'll destroy your house" kind of bang. Karkat chose his strife specibus, his handy-dandy trident, to take care of the problem, since there was no chance this could be one of his bottlebros. He rushed out of his door into the warm ocean, and he immediately saw what was making the noise. A -admittedly rather small- whale-like creature was banging its head against the walls of his hive rather harshly. Without a moment's hesitation, he hurled the trident right into the whale's eye, causing blood to come rushing out into the open sea. It looked right at Karkat with its other eye, and began swimming rapidly toward him.
Thinking quickly, he waited until the last possible moment to dart upward, grab his trident out of the whale's eye, and send it smashing in the cliff next to his hive. Dust and rock began tumbling down onto the whale and the hive, causing immense damage to both. Luckily, the hive remained standing, but the whale did not. It sunk down lower into the inky blackness of the ocean's unforgiving waters, it's blood trailing down after it.
While this small battle took place, something else occurred in Karkat's hive. Namely, on the Trollian program.
Dark red text had appeared.
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