Before you ask, I don't know where I'm going with this either. So far, the plan is to do Hivebent, but if I get enough requests, I'll do the whole of Homestuck, and go back to Act One. Enjoy.
Act 5 (Act 1), Part 1
Elsewhere in paradox space, we examine another planet, forgotten by time. But we will STRIVE TO REMEMBER!
What was this planet's name?
Oh, ha ha, nice one smartypants, hilarious. Lets get real here, no more clowning around. Try again.
Thats much better. In fact, as it happens, your guess is preciseley correct. What are the odds? We examine the planet Hetalia. Somewhere on this planet is a young troll.
Hivetalia. This young troll stands in his respite block. It just so happens that today, the fourteenth bi-lunar parogy of the seventh seasons equinox, is the day of this young trolls larval awakening, also known as his wriggling day. Though it was six solar sweeps ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name.
Six Hetalian solar sweeps, for comedic reference, is equivalent to thirteen Earth years. Earth, also for conclusive reference, is a planet that does not yet exist.
What will the name of this young troll be?
You enter something predictably derogatory and this guy tires of your shenanigans and wanders off to find someone to stick his bone bulge in. This guy has a lot of troll pals and their adventures are going to be quite extensive and convoluted, to an even greater degree than one may have become accustomed.
He thinks that if you think we have time to drag out every little gag and expected pattern along the way, he would rather be making sweet l'amor than amusing you people. He thinks you should gently place that agreement in your squinthole and root it firmly in with your most exquisite of cartilage nubs.
Your name is Franci Bonnef. As was previously mentioned, it is your wriggling day, a thing most definitely worth mentioning, as it is the anniversary of the coming of the most beautiful and handsome troll on the planet, of which there are very few beautiful or handsome trolls worthy of comparison, in your opinion at least.
Equally, a thing worth mentioning is your interests. You have a pass for spectacularly bad romantic movies and rom-coms. You should really be embarrassed for liking this cinematic tripe, but for some reason you are not. You like to draw digital art, but are notoriously pretty awful at it. You artwork invariably look like crayon drawings drawn by a hyperactive two-year old, which is just excellent, as you like to think you specialise in alternative artwork.
When you mature, you aspire to join the ranks of the most gorgeous members of your society, the Romancexcutioners. You like to practice with your Royal-Coloured Stem Supported Flora, but just end up feeling forever alone with no-one to talk to in your room.
You like to chat with some of your other troll pals, most of whom are unfortunately completely immune to your romantic advances. You have been trying out a new chat client beta called Trollian, and you are not really sure what you think about it yet.
Your trolltag is champagneGarcon, and you speak in manner, 3- THAT IS VERY FLIRTATIOUS AND EMPHATIC AT ALL TIMES!
Later, you will play a game with five other friends, and go on a big adventure. This game, for convenient reference, is a game that does not yet exist, but it will soon.
What will you do?
In the corner of your room is your Recuperacoon, full of nourishing Sopor slime. Every young troll enjoys the the sensual embrace of such a vessel at night, and the relaxing fluid helps stem the visions of an exotic and erotic manner that plague the twisted subconscious of your species.
Needless to say, you refrain from using it as much as possible, but a few minutes couldn't hurt…
Oui, relaxing, but there really is no need to sleep without an exquisite body beside you. Besides, there are many important things to do today. you are sort of a big deal.
Uh, slime. You remember another reason why you do not use you recuperacoon on a regular basis. Now you shall have to change your clothes too.
Luckily all your clothes are simply variations of the same fabulous outfit. Most trolls do not appreciate the style that goes into such a wardrobe.
My my, you have gotten off track, haven't you? You must continue your exploration of the young trolls' respite block.
You space out and get caught up reading the titles of the films for about five minutes. Wow these movies are great. You don't care what anyone says. Pure magic.
Is that…
Is that Johnny Depp?
The thing that most people don't realise is that Johnny Depp is a universal constant.
This movie… ok, this one even you have a hard time defending. But still, it's so best thing is how Troll LaBeof doesn't make you want to punch anything.
Like, nothing at all, really hard of anything.
You grab your trusty Flora with your Artwork modus. To retrieve it, you'll need to draw exactly the item contained within to open the drawing pad left behind.
This will obviously prove to be a completely ridiculous and untenable way of managing an inventory, and lead to a great many follies. Later on, you would swap your modus with your otaku friend, a person who unlike you, happens to be competent with a mouse. It would only make sense.
But for the time being it makes your life kind of a nightmare. There are so many stupid things that happen because of this modus. So many, you just have no idea. You take the drawing pad.
Sacre bleu!
You hear some unhappy grumbling through the hole below. This was not the most practical thing you could have done right now.
You make quite sure NOT to captchalogue a large black book, and simply pick it up to read it
It is a thick how-to-draw manual called "~ATH - A HANDBOOK FOR THE ARTISTICALLY HANDICAPPED."
~ATH is an insufferable drawing style to draw in. Its logic is composed of nothing but infinite loops, or at best, loops of effectively interminable construction.
You have a whole bunch of art samples you've been messing around with on your computer. It's been frustrating at best, and debilitating to your 'important' hand at worst.
You step outside your respiteblock, onto one of your hive's numerous extraterraneal landing slats. You were allowed to design this hive when you were young, after you emerged victorious from your trials deep in the brooding caverns. You have lived here with your custodian ever since.
It's almost as if your people have placed great cultural importance on teaching children to become architecturally adept while very young. It has been this way since ancient times. No one seems to know why that is.
Getting to build your own hive at a young age using whatever meandering design you chose likely has left you jaded to the notion of customizing your abode. You certainly wouldn't get all that worked up about a game that happened to allow you to do such a thing.
At least not for that reason.
You head back into your block and hit up your computer station. No word from any of your wonderfully available pals. Though, no news is good news. 'Tis sweet music to your auricular sponge clots.
You examine a magazine on your desk. It's the latest issue of GAME GRUB.
This one appears to boast about "exclusive leaks". They all boast about that. You're not even really sure what it means.
You pick up on of the many discs scattered around your desk. It is a DVD of one of your favorite series, Hetalia High School Host Glub.
It's about a rust romancexcutioner cadet who sasses up the bluebloods in her learnsquad pretty good. Their blood is literally blue. Lousy snobs. But Troll Caitlin Glass shows them all how to loosen up. She is pretty much your hero.
Troll TV shows have shorter titles than troll movies because TV is a much newer form of media in their society. Which is a good thing because it would be pretty hard to make this funny joke otherwise.
Ok, enough messing around. Time to get some work done maybe a little art- ooooh, my.
It figures that installing this new beta chat client would open the floodgates. All your beautiful friends are going to be hounding you relentlessly. Not that they needed an excuse before.
You wonder what this young troll wants.
- tolstoyChelyabinsk [TC] began pestering champagneGarcon [CG]
TC: prYvET, comrADE.
CG: 3- mon ami! how may i assisst you?!
TC: i Do NoT rEquirE ANY hElp form You.
TC: i oNlY wish To kNow if mY friENDs coNTiNuE To rEfrAiN fro bEiNg cullED.
CG: 3- non, as far as i am aware. our existence continues to be acceptable !
TC: gooD.
TC: ThAT's gooD.
TC: i woulD hATE To sEE ANY of You bE uNNEEDEdlY slAughTErED.
TC: bEsT friEND.
CG: 3- oh, i am delighted in the knowledge that you treasure me so!
CG: 3- i am just SO GLAD that we are such good FRIENDS and NOTHING ELSE prevents us from being ANYTHING ELSE!
TC: i AgrEE. mY compANioNship is iNDEED A bEAuTiful ThiNg.
TC: mAYbE iT DoEs NoT EvEN quAlifY As A DisEAsE AT All.
CG: 3- non, non! It is not a disease!
CG: 3- it is!
CG: 3- a blessing!
CG: 3- a beauty!
CG: 3- a wonderful gift!
TC: iT is A sTANgE coNcEpT.
CG: 3- no, not strange at all!
CG: 3- nothing is as strange as you think it seems!
TC: EvErYwhErE i look
TC: iT is All sTrANgE coNEpTs To mE.
TC: if i look DowN AND sEE mY fAucTET
CG: 3- your hydrogen dioxide emission system!
TC: mY fAucET
TC: AND i sEE how iT DoEs NoT pErform ThE purposE iT wAs builT To Do
TC: AND iT is vErY sTrANgE.
CG: 3- i regret to inform you that in fact your 'faucet' is broken!
CG: 3- it may not seem obvious, but any sane troll would say the same!
TC: i Do NoT sEE
TC: whY woulD ThE sANE Troll sAY so?
CG: 3- no reason!
TC: sTill, i prEfEr ThE sTrANgE To ThE uNiNTErEsTiNg
CG: 3- i could make many things interesting to you!
TC: i Do NoT likE ThE wAY Your TExT impliEs ThAT.
CG: 3- sorry!
CG: 3- but i only wish to express my interest in making your life uninteresting!
CG: 3- if you would just open your eyes and see all the wonders the world has to offer, you would see that the entire planet is interesting!
TC: HONK
CG: 3- what?!
TC: hEhE, i oNlY plAY A gAmE, FrANci
TC: You ArE vErY fuN To plAY gAmEs wiTh
TC: i ENjoY plAYiNg gAmEs wiTh You EspEciAllY
TC: plAYiNg gAmEs wiTh You is vErY sTrANgE
TC: i likE iT
CG: 3- im so very glad you like me!
TC: i DiD NoT sAY ThAT.
TC: To chANgE subjEcT, how ArE You ToDAY
TC: for sEriousNEss
TC: i hEAr much TAlk AbouT A NEw gAmE
TC: i wish To kNow morE
CG: 3- oh, TA's game!
TC: DA
TC: shE is bEiNg mosT uNcoopErATivE wiTh mE
TC: iT AmAzEs mE how shE is uNwilliNg To shArE iNformATioN wiTh mE mosT of All
CG: 3- non, i think she hates GA more!
TC: uhh.
CG: 3- oh, apologies, mon ami!
TC: iT's fiNE.
CG: 3- still, i myself am quite unsure!
CG: 3- i will speak to her and relay information along!
CG: 3- i may be unsuccessful, though!
TC: iT DEpENDs oN ThE wAYs iN which You spEAk To hEr
TC: mAYbE You shoulD ToNE YoursElf DowN
CG: 3- i am perfectly toned, merci!
TC: You ArE obTusE aND ruDE
CG: 3- 'allo pot, meet kettle, we're grey!
TC: Though sTill, You ArE bETTEr friENDs wiTh hEr ThAN i Am
TC: iT souNDs likE AN imporTANT DEvElopmENT
TC: i ExpEcT To kNow morE
TC: gfjsDrYuDjxgcfcYvkYlbhj l
CG: 3- Excuse me?!
TC: i ThoughT i sAw GA
TC: i wAs wroNg
TC: i crAshED iNTo mY fAucET pilE
CG: 3- how would she get here from the desert?!
TC: ... shE hAs hEr wAYs
TC: i Do NoT kNow hEr wAYs
TC: AND i hope shE DoEs NoT usE hEr wAYs
CG: 3- maybe if your emission systems remind you of her, you should get rid of them!
CG: 3- they make your respite block unsightly!
CG: 3- and remembering them is causing unwanted deflation in my bone bulge area!
TC: i DiD NoT wish To kNow ThAT
TC: AND ThEY ArE for DEfENcE
TC: i Am NoT sAfE
TC: i NEED mY fAucETs
TC: You Do NoT ApprEciATE ThEir powEr
CG: 3- i appreciate any other uses ;)!
TC: You will NoT
TC: You will NoT soDomizE YoursElf wiTh A fAucET
CG: 3- awwwwwwwww!
CG: 3- i can think of other things...!
- tolstoyChelyabinsk [TC] ceased pestering champagneGarcon [CG]-
Why, who is this strange, interesting troll?
You do not know. Many things elude you. You do not know how much of the world works, only that it is strange and mysterious and very, very interesting. Who wants life to be boring? Uninteresting people, thats who. People who take lemons and make lemonade instead of of sweet, stupor- inducing troll vodka and making everyone wonder how the hell you did it.
It is very strange.
So what is your name?
Your name is Ivanbr Aginsk. You get pretty excited by flora of a lowblood hue which easily die facing towards the harsh Hetalian sun. You belong to a very exclusive group, which prevents the development of technology beyond what is available to prevent the excellence of the higher castes. Despite this, you feel no need to help anyone and instead spend ludicrous amounts of money on weapons, troll vodka, and classic airships.
You like to fly your airships, though you have yet to purchase one that can actually leave the ground. You enjoy copious amounts of troll vodka and indulge in a little redfruit soup sometimes. You have many faucets scattered around, for protection against you many enemies of both the black and red persuasions.
You like to chat a lot with your pal Franci, who is usually pretty hormonal, but he is your best friend. You have a lot of other great friends, and some other great friends who like you less than they really should. Your trolltag is trotskyChelyabinsk and you speak in a manner which EmphAsisEs ThE posiTivEs ANd NEgATivEs iN Your spEEch.
What will you do?
You take a bottle of troll vodka. To consume the beverage is what your fellow trollcoholics refer to as 'getting totally shitfaced.'
It is captchalogued through your one modus. Everything is categorised as one and the same thing in this modus.
As it should be.
You take your Unitop.
Sometimes you just like to pick stuff up and watch everything be shared equally. It's so beautiful. Life is beautiful.
You decide to attempt to make one of your classic planes leave the ground. Maybe one day you will find an honest dealer who you won't have to execute once the plane malfunctions. But for now, you try to fly this one.
You just need to figure out which button to press.
You cause a troll Michael fucking Bay explosion and blast from the carnage back into your hive.
You spot a bowl of redfruit soup cooling on the counter from your spot on the floor.
It is still piping hot but you can't help yourself. You sneak a taste of the redfruit soup. You aren't supposed to eat that soup, it does funny things to a troll's head. But you were never taught that on account of a lousy upbringing. Your custodian was always out to sea.
That is where he is now. Maybe you will go outside and see if you can spot him. You grab a faucet pipe. You'll need it if you are going to go out. It is dangerous to leave unarmed. You leave your hive and head out to the beach. There is no sign of your custodian. You should not stay out here very long. The SEA DWELLERS are quite hostile.
Someone is contacting you. This is exciting. You're always down for proposing to become one with anyone that who'll put up with you. Except for GA. Fuck that guy.
Now if only you could figure out how to get your Unitop out of this stupid thing. It'll certainly be strange if you can manage.
You contemplate the perfection of everything as one, and cautiously access your modus. Your sylladex launches your troll vodka far, far into the ocean.
Since there is nothing actually left in your modus, you grab your Unitop right out of it. Very strange.
- greaterCotswold [GC] began trolling tolstoyChelyabinsk [TC]-
GC: Hey wanker, dou youu want tou play a game?
TC: iT woulD woulD bE sTrANgE of mE To sAY No.
TC: i likE gAmEs.
GC: Dammit!
GC: I was houping youu'd say nou.
GC: I thouught I'd ask because youu'd say nou and then I couuld get rid ouf bouth youu and youur stalker in oune fell swououp.
TC: i cAN sEE ThE logic iN ThAT plAN
TC: buT iT hAs fAilED, AND Now You ArE sTuck wiTh mE.
GC: Buggeratioun, Aginsk, douesn't anything bouther youu?
GC: Actually, nou, why am I even asking?
TC: bEcAusE AskiNg rhEToricAl quEsTioNs is A profouND pArT of Your spEEch pATTErN.
TC: iT is A sTrANgE, YET bEAuTiful ThiNg.
GC: Uhh, nou wounder Bounnef wants tou shag youu.
GC: Anyways, are youu actually game four gaming?
GC: OUr whatever.
TC: This is TA's gAmE?
GC: Yes.
TC: hmmmmm
GC: What?
TC: i AssumED I woulD lEArN AbouT This from FrANci
GC: Well nou, youu doun't.
GC: Youu're stuck with me, knoubhead.
GC: Maybe we can respectively ruin each outhers experience.
TC: AcTuAllY, No
TC: You will NoT ruiN miNE
TC: if i ruiN Yours iT will bE AcciDENTAl
TC: so You musT lEAvE mE AloNE
GC: Fuck youu. I dou what I want.
TC: ANYwAYs, i cANNoT plAY Now.
GC: And why the fuck nout?
TC: i'm wAiTiNg for mY cusTDiAN
GC: ahhhh
GC: Sourry.
GC: I fourget he's nout arouund a lout, ould chum.
TC: how is Your lusus?
GC: Still unbourn, as he has been four the last six sweeps.
GC: Such cautioun youu take!
TC: i ApologisE.
GC: Houw doues youur vile tumouur-brew taste with youur festering walking-platfourm sou far in youur fououd houle?
TC: likE clEAN AND ANTisEpTic
GC: ...
TC: iT woulD bE wisE for You To sTArT ThE gAmE
TC: i will go iNsiDE
TC: buT i will bE goNE A whilE
TC: You shoulD sTArT ThE gAmE wiTh FrANci
GC: uhhh, nou. That fucker's a last resourt.
GC: He'll fuck everything up.
GC: Blououdy usurper.
TC: fiNE.
TC: i will slEEp.
TC: iT is vErY likElY i will NoT plAY ThE gAmE wiTh You.
GC: Thank soudding Jegus!
GC: I'll see youu in the game.
GC: OUr houpefully nout.
GC: Have fun being passed ouut oun the flouour.
GC: Aginsk?
GC: Ivanbr?
GC: Hellou?
TC: whAT?
TC: i Am sorrY, i wAs wAlkiNg iNsiDE.
TC: mAYbE You woulD likE iT iN hErE, iT is vErY comforTAblE.
TC: mAYbE You will bEcomE oNE somEDAY.
GC: Ummm, I'll pass.
TC: You hAvE NEvEr sEEN iT, pErhAps You woulD likE likE mY rEspiTE block.
TC: oh.
GC: Enjouying the taste ouf walking-platfourm touday, are we?
TC: NoT pArTiculArlY.
GC: *huff*
- greaterCotswold [GC] gave up trolling tolstoyChelyabinsk [TC]-
Finally some peace and quiet. Now you can bear down on your artwork. This will surely last all evening, without interruption.
You reopen one of your ~ATH projects you started recently. You are still horsing around with the conditions for redrawing the loops.
What many ~ATH artists do is sketch finite constructs and bind the loops to their expanse. For instance the main loop here will terminate on the end of the circle. That way you only have to wait billions of years for it to end instead of forever.
Your otaku buddy is obnoxiously good at it. She's sent you some pieces which you still don't understand, but you're not going to admit that. She is even better at making erotic art than you, which really gets stuck in your nook.
This series of artworks, when played consecutivleyy, immediately causes the user's computer to explode, and places a curse on the user forever, along with everyone he knows, and everyone he'll ever meet.
Not surprisingly, later on you would run this code in a fit of stupidity.
You don't know how she does stuff like this. What does this even mean? It's nonsense. Is it even pixely viable? Are those positions even legal? ARGH. Maybe you should ask her about it some time.
Oh speak of the devil. Here she is bugging you about something. Time to put on your game face and pretend you don't think very highly of her abilities.
- torteAxis [TA] began trolling champagneGarcon [CG] -
TA: Franky, don't freak out but the game is going to start soon.-O
CG: 3- Why would i freak out?!
TA: because any opportunity you have to meet new people almost makes you bone bulge explode from misuse.-O
CG: 3- oh!
CG: 3- well here is my bone bulge, and it remains neither exploded nor misused!
TA: ewwwww get your fucking bone bulge out of my face-O
CG: 3- ohno, i'm swinging this at you now!
CG: 3- you just cant stop staring, you want this everywhere around you!
TA: *ta swings her mighty skillet and blasts cgs bulge off into the green moon, which promptly explodes, leaving no hope of it ever returning*-O
CG: 3- * cg says ow*!
TA: anyway, this game-O
CG: 3- oh, yes, i promised i'd relay this to Ivanbr!
TA: uhhh-O
CG: 3- he's not that bad!
TA: whatever-O
TA: so anyway the fate of our civilization depends on us playing this game -O
CG: 3- ok!
TA: i should be surprised that your not surprised but to be honest i'm just used to it by now-O
TA: but seriously, we need to play this, like NOW-O
TA: Or else a group of whole fucking meteors are gonna come fuck us all up-O
CG: 3- wait, you made a game that would kill us all?!
TA: no i adapted it-O
TA: from some shit AA found in the weird temple-O
TA: hasn't she told you?-O
CG: 3- non, i have not heard from her in a while!
CG: 3- Not after the accident at least!
CG: 3- she never really talked to me anyway!
CG: 3- not after that incident!
TA: which one?-O
CG: 3- ANY of them!
TA: eh, we hold grudges a while i guess-O
TA: especially us lowbloods-O
TA: stupid ghosts probably keep reminding her-O
CG: 3- non non non non non!
CG: 3- not here to talk about fake things!
CG: 3- Want to talk about ghosts and flying lusii, go talk to GC !
CG: 3- not me!
TA: fuckpod-O
TA: you know its real-O
TA: AG fucking proved it-O
CG: 3- We're getting off topic, mon ami!
TA: Fine.-O
TA: anyway, i'll send you a download soon-O
TA: just finishing some shit up-O
TA: there's gonna be two teams-O
CG: 3- green and red?!
TA: ...-O
TA: Fuck you-O
TA: i'm leading the red team-O
CG: 3- and i'm leading the green?!
TA: uhh no-O
TA: i asked GC to do it-O
CG: 3- whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
TA: he is kind of a better leader!-O
CG: 3- HES BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!
TA: what has that go to do with leadership skills?-O
TA: uhh-O
TA: i don't care, ask him if you want to be leader-O
TA: good luck-O
CG: 3- i will!
CG: 3- GC finds me irresistible!
TA: he fucking hates you and you know it-O
CG: 3- I AM IRRESISTIBLE!
TA: your a fucking moron-O
- torteAxis [TA] gave up trolling champagneGarcon [CG] -
Sounds like someone downstairs is getting pretty crabby. This is not an encounter you are looking forward to. You'll probably put it off as long as you can manage.
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