Be the grumbling, annoying leader troll.

You are now Karkat Vantas. You have no idea why you'd say you're annoying (cause you are certainly pretty fucking not) but that shit stops right now! You're currently too busy grumbling to be getting in these silly internal arguments. That damn human broad is getting on your final nerve! It's bad enough you have to stay on a meteor with Strider but the Rose human was supposed to be tolerable! You admit that she's rather intelligent for a human, but that psychobabble bullshit has to stop! Her ability to make you feel stupid emotions and linger on them is too powerful, and all the touchy feely vibes coming of Kanaya all the time are palpable. You could choke on the emotions seeping out of this fucking rock! Terezi and Dave have broken off their little red fling and now Rose and Kanaya are just goddamned stained red.

Not to mention, because of some rather risky scientific advancements and achievements on Rose's part, most of the trolls have been… reincarnated? You're pretty sure that's the word for that. So… yeah… a bunch of dead relationships are alive again. You're not annoying, but you're annoyed.

Look up already!

Now you've grumbled yourself to Rose's laboratory… damn, your good, you weren't even trying.

Knock and ask to come in politely.

HAHA, RIGHT! You march your ass straight in there, like always. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, ROSE?" You scream after not immediately seeing the blond human in her normal area near the lab table. "KANAYA?" You shout less immediately. No response… Fuckers think they can get away without a good verbal knocking around. You huff for a bit and then decide to strife with the desk. You flip that shit like it ain't nobody's business.

REALISE WHAT AN ASSHAT YOU ARE!

You have no time to realize what an asshat you are, because you're currently fainting from the mixture of fumes just released from the beakers you just smashed.

God dammit… Be ANYONE else!

You are now someone else. You're walking back to the lab with your matesprite, Rose. You two had gone to the roof for some… well, you blush leaf green to think about the sloppy makeouts you just had with Rose. You smile stupidly as she grips your hand in hers, until there's a loud crashing sound and a thud that soon follows. You share a concerned glace with Rose and then run to the lab.

ABSCOND FROM THE LAB!

You would run away from the lab, but it seems an unfortunate soul spilled all the chemicals on the ground in such a way that it would be impossible to calculate the mixture's contents in a timely manner. You catch Rose as she staggers backwards. Your Rainbow Drinker body seems to be lengthening your cognizance. You begin to feel woozy, but competent enough to shut the door and attempt to abscond.

Regretfully, you over-estimated your powerful body. Your knees begin to wobble and it becomes impossible to move with Rose's weight, you lie her on the floor and lie next to her with your hands still holding each others as you black out.

That was touching… ANYONE ELSE STILL AWAKE?

You're now still awake. When did you go to sleep? Such a silly thought! Or, as you may say, 'purrplexing' :33. You're currently in an invigorating rp with Terezi, a battle to the near death, if you will. You'd never dream of falling asleep now!

AC: :33 *ac pounces on gc with all of her might, claws stretched out and heading for the kill* It's impawsible for you to escape my pawerful clawtches!

GC: *GC RUMBL3S W1TH L4UGHT3R* YOU D4R3 POUNC3 ON TH3 L4WFUL L3G1SL4C3R4TOR? MY, MY, POUNC3L3R I 4M SURP1S3D 4T YOU! *SK1LLFULLY 4VO1DS 4TT4CK 4ND B3G1NS TRU3 STR1F3* PR3P4R3 YOURS3LF

GC: FOR

GC: JUST1C3!

You're pawfully excited to reply, but suddenly, you feel a bit woozy. Purrhaps you've been spending too much time on the computer? It's pawsible you've gotten too purrovoked by this intense rp? You might want to take a catnap. You attempt to abscond to your bed, but instead your face slams into the keyboard and your out cold.

God. DAMN. Move on to Terezi! QUICK!

You're now Terezi Pyrope. It's just so fucking awesome that you're yourself right now! Your in the middle of this really heated rp with none other than Nepeta, and you have a good feeling your gonna enjoy this! Until Nepeta replies-

AC: b nv gfthjkjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkk

GC: (Nepeta, are you okay?)

GC: (Nepeta?)

You attempt to reach her a few more times before finally giving up. What's up with her? She seemed pretty hyped to rp a few seconds ago, what with all those cat puns. It begins to dawn on you she may be in trouble, so you begin to leave your room to find her. That is, until a strange taste fills your mouth. Ugh, it's unbearable! You begin to gag on the mucky taste and soon you're on your knee's gagging. It begins to dawn on you that your getting light headed, but not long after that your passed out on the floor too.

Should I give up? Maybe I could use a… MiRiCaLe?

Did a motherfucker say miracle? Cause then you'd be all up and praising the mirthful messiahs that you up and found yourself a sister. But there ain't nobody praising but you, drinking some motherfucking faygo. You've been out of hiding since all those motherfuckers came back to life, with the motherfucking miricales, but they all up and blame you for killing them. Can't a motherfucker just kill some motherfuckers without getting all up and motherfucking patronized? HoNk! honk! HONK!

CaLm ThE MoThErFuCk DoWn BrOtHeR

Woah, motherfucker! You need to up and get your motherfucking chill on. Yeah, that's right. You relax again, cracking to faygo and gulping down some of that wicked elixir. You lean back into your leather couch and begin to feel kinda light, like you would if you had a spoor pie up in here. Damn, you could use one of those. Wait, Nevermind… it's all good, your feeling pretty good even without that motherfucking miracle pie. Or, at least you do, until you pass the motherfuck out.

Damn, and I was having hella fun doing that! Whatevs, be da cool kid!

You're now Dave motherfucking Strider. The cool kid doesn't even begin to describe how fucking cool you are, but you'll ignore that and move on to business. Your sick fires are hotter than ever before, and they aren't stopping for nothing.

God no! Just… Pass out, or something, maybe… so I don't have to listen to this.

Did you not just hear yourself? Your raps won't stop for a fucking toxic gases spreading through this giant floating meteor and having drastic side effects on all of it's inhabitants. You take a deep breath and begin to spit your mad rhymes-

ANYONE ELSE? Seriously, I H8 Stiders's dum8ass raps!

Now you're speaking your language, why didn't you just say so? All those 8's were just gr8! You've just been sitting around cre8ing plans for the universe's slight destruction. It's not fun at all! 8esides, you've been feeling a sick l8ly. In fact it's just been a minute since your head 8egan thro8ing really 8adly. You've 8een rolling dice to amuse yourself ever since. For some reason the dots on the dice have 8egun to 8lur… your head isn't hurting so much now as you're getting dizzy. You lie back on your bed and shut your eyes. Gog, life has 8een goddamn compli8ed since you came 8ack to life! Death was so much easier… Tavros and you have 8een seeing eachother, 8ut it's just so weird to hang out now.

Stop pondering relationships and get the fuck away from the gas!

Gas? What gas? That's utterly ridiculous… you think as you begin to drift into sleep.

You know what?

FUCK. THIS.

FUCK. THIS. SHIT.

I COMMAND YOU, READER TO JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Love, L&Ren