Welcome to chapter two of The Gamma Timeline Effect. If you're reading this, wow you picked a horrible fanfiction to read. I've decided to go back to the basics... and start at 6 sweeps (13 years). This will probably go terribly. Are ya'll ready?

Homestuck doesn't belong to me, and never would. If there was any chance I did own it, I would bring Aranea back and make Meenah and her m8sprites. However, the Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, and Zeta timelines (woah spoilers) are well. Mine. Because they're my OCs.

== Gamma Timeline Effect, Start

Your screen starts up to view a lovely young female seatroll. She is currently in her room, looking around for something. Said seatroll has short hair, with the side of her face being framed by braids. Her horns come in a set of two, with the top pair curving upwards and towards each other while the second set curved around that but didn't curve towards the other. She wears a black body suit with the Piries symbol on its front.

The area around her was black, with the only colors coming from the surroundings being the maroon baa-beast flooring, the blue curtains, and the fuchsia shaded windows. A recupracoon lays in a corner in the shape of a horn, and a desk with a husktop was nearby. The husktop seems to be abuzz with the Aquarist symbol coming from it like as if this was some kind of webcomic. Who is this troll?

== Twohooved Barkbeast

Try again, asshole.

== Azazel Osteus

Your name is AZAZEL OSTEUS. AZAZEL as in the Apocolypse of Abraham, and OSTEUS as in Dunkleosteus. You are a MAROON blooded seatroll and you live in a CASTLE looking hive. You have many HOBBIES such as HUNTING, DRAWING, and HUNTING FOR DRAGON FOSSILS. You are a avid fan of BAYONETTA and ANIME, and you have several posters of various GAMES AND ANIME on your wall. There is even a PILE OF SCALEMATE PLUSHES gifted to you by a WITCH OF SPACE sweeps ago.

Your TROLLIAN name is steampunkMonarch, and you use the FUCHSIA color to hide that you are a MAROON colored troll, as those are considered EXTINCT, despite the fact you ALSO KNOW OF another EXTINCT colored troll. You and this troll are considered MOIRAILS, however it is more like the human term for FRIENDSHIP if anything.

== Explore Hive

Despite living here your entire life, you have still yet to discover all of your hive. Why? Well as a GRUB you decided to have the BIGGEST hive ever in creation in the ICE CRESTED hill your LUSUS had created sweeps ago, before you were EVER CREATED. You leave your room, leaving the husktop unanswered. It was for the best, afterall... don't wanna deal with no dumbasses.

Exiting your room, you are created with a long hallway with various rooms, most empty and unused or filled with DRAGON EGGS since some dragon eggs cannot WITHSTAND the burning cold ice your Lusus created. These rooms were UPGRADED with areas for the eggs to hatch in, since when they hatch they create LARGE EXPLOSIONS. You aren't exactly sure why you're capitalizing certain things, however you are trying to MAKE A POINT with certain things.

Exiting your hive after a long thirty minutes of your time, you are now standing on a ice-cliff. Luckily, you are SHOELESS, so your clawed feet can grip onto the ice. As a MAROON troll, you are literally the COLDEST fucker around. The ice barely harms you, and you do not care much anyways. Peering over the edge, you spot your lusus, BEWILDERBEASTMOM, also known to various trolls as THE GREAT HORNED BEAST. Or GHB, for short, but thats copyrighted because it also stands for GRAND HIGH BLOOD. You do not like to think about him, as CLOWNS SCARE YOU. Thankfully, you know of a land-high blood who ALSO hates clowns.

== Say hello to your Lusus

You do not say hello to your lusus. She is busy, and is currently talking with other DRAGONS that resemble something out of a HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON movie. You don't even KNOW what that means, but you are known by your piers (get it?) for knowing RANDOM SHIT. Your Moirail claims it might be the dreambubbles, but you know thats a LIE... somehow.

Instead, you say hello to your GUARDIAN, a STORMCUTTER looking dragon that is called a SKYRIPPER by trolls. He is a TEAL BLOODED lusus, however HAS NOT TAKEN UP A GRUB due to having a JOB to look after you by your lusus, who is a ALPHA CLASS titan dragon. Since she is always BUSY, his job is to teach you.

The Stormcutter lands as you say hello, and chitters. It has been told by the alpha to hunt for food. The lusus said you may even go visit a FRIEND if you so wished. You have no intrest in social contact in person as IT GIVES YOU ANXIETY, but you are happy to hunt other lusii for your mother. Hopping onto the dragons neck and grabbing onto its large teal tipped spikes lining its back, the two of you take off with a RAINCUTTER (Seaslicer) and a GRONKLE (Boulderblaster).

== Be somebody else

You cannot be somebody else, as you are already somebody. This SOMEBODY is a male seatroll with wild WATERSWEPT hair. His right horn shoots straight up while the other does the same but hooks downwards, and if he wasn't a SEATROLL, he would probably get mistaken for a KANAYA LOOKALIKE. He wears a black body suit, much like the MAROON SEATROLL before you, but with a Aquarist sign on it in PLUM coloration. Around his neck is a PLUM COLORED cape with freckles of darker purple on the bottom.

His room is a MESS, as the floor is COMPLETELY covered in SQUIDDLES with the only hint of FLOORING being the PLUM COLORED baa-beast rug. His recupracoon is COVERED in squiddles, except for the opening, and a husktop lies hazardly in a PILE of squiddles. He doesn't remember how the squiddles got there, but AZAZEL told him to blame a WITCH OF SPACE, whoever and whatever THAT is.

== Enter Name

Squidfaced Washbucket

How 1ood. Try again, fuckass.

== Diplor Accord

Your name is DIPLOR ACCORD, DIPLOR as in the DIPLORIA CORAL, and ACCORD as in ACCORDIAN. You're not sure WHAT a diploria coral or accordian is, but you do know that you have many HOBBIES, such as BAKING, taking care of your LUSUS, and trolling a CERTAIN FUTURE EMPRESS. Your trollian handle is munchingFisherman, and you use a PLUM color to type in. You enjoy talking with your fellow RAREBLOODS, even if they are LOW OR MIDCLASS TROLLS, however your FUTURE EMPRESS absolutely hates you in a non-romantic way for SOME REASON.

Your LUSUS is a MEGADOLON, and he requires REGULAR HUNTING AND KILLING, so he is usually NOT AROUND. On occasion, Azazel will come with a large meal for your FATHER but it is never ENOUGH for the lusus known as THE GREAT DEVOURER or TGD. Your HIVE is located MILES under the sea, so deep that NOT EVEN SOPOR SLIME can save you from THE DREAMS OF HORROR TERRORS. They keep you up whenever your FATHER is unable to be around. On these occasions, you visit a land dweller with Orchid blood and she lets you REST there.

== Explore Hive

As much as you would LOVE to do so, you're afraid that is impossible to do so, however you do manage to shuffle over to your HUSKTOP so you could TROLL AZAZEL for help, even though you know SHE MIGHT NOT EVEN ANSWER.

munchingFisherman [MF] started trolling steampunkMonarch [SM] at XX:XX

MF: Hey, I need help.
MF: I'm σtuck in a pile θf thθσe fucking Σquiddleσ.
MF: Azazel?
MF: Θf cθurσe you wθn't anσwer me.
MF: Are you hunting? Yθu σhθuld've tθld me. I wθuld've tried tθ get θut a lθng time agθ.
MF: It σeemσ yθu're θut, sθ I shall ceaσe. I σhall try tθ eσcape! Let me hθpe I get θut alive...

munchingFisherman ceased trolling Steampunk Monarch at XX:XX

You sigh in distress and captchalouge your husktop, your husktop becoming a 2 of black clubs. You remember it in your mind as you struggle to exit your room, the journey quite difficult.

== Explore Hive, Dumby!

You manage to escape and exit into the hallway. The hallway has a few doors, but some are empty. The ending leads to a port that will let you DOWN into the OCEAN. You open a few doors to peer into, but nothing of intrest appeals to you, so you head to the port. The window pane that surrounds it reveals that your FATHER has decided to stay for now, his large peerless plum colored eyes gazing into the window.

Exiting your hive, you swim upwards to touch your Lusus, who opens its jaws and closes it, making a loud snapping noise. He is hungry, but he wishes to hunt with you for once. You swim up to grab onto his LARGE dorsal fin and allow him to drag you of, a FISHBONE SPEAR in hand.

== Be The Great Horned Beast

You are now Azazels lusus, The Great Horned Beast, or as she calls you, Bewilderbeastmom. You are currently huddled into a large pool of ice cold water, watching the sky. You had a feeling something would be happening soon, as on a nearby rock, a package for disks with a cover for a 12-block blue house with the title SGRUB GAMMA laid prepared for whatever comes ahead. You have a feeling something disastorus will happen...