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FORGOTTEN
GAMZEE: DISCOVER
There's a big screen - err, four screens - shining a bright, pale, soft blue standing on the far wall of the room. The blue blood runs up to two silhouetted trolls, what looks like an old man and a little boy. There's a pile of pillows closer to where you're standing, about midway in the room, and you can feel another troll glaring out at you. There's a Karkat in motion on every corner of the big screen (( one on each of the four screens )) in different stages of his life. The top left shows grub Karbro in the Trial Caves looking for his lusus, the top right an angry toddler yelling at a little you who's grinning ear to ear ( OH GOG YOU LOOK SO STUPID ), the bottom left depicting an older Karkat screeching in tears watching Nepsis' original hive burn down, the bottom right viewing a silent troll huddled in the corner shaking. The old troll turns to look at you. He's smiling friendlily at you but you instantly decide you don't like him. And not even for his appearance. He's old, really old, so old his wrinkles have wrinkles that sit on wrinkles hanging over wrinkles sagging on wrinkles. His skin was pale and yellow, his eyes deep set and the oddest shade of blue behind thick square glasses. His nails were filed down, cut, so as not a single one pointed, or was of any use at all. His teeth were filed down too, only a few pointed, and uselessly so. Strangest of all was that he'd broken both of his horns off, meaning he was a really good, or really bad, fighter. But judging from the fact he had only one, single scar running down his face in a thin line, you'd say he doesn't fight at all. The scar ran from the hairline of his forehead to the edge of his face near the jawline and was paling a soft off-white instead of a shadow of his blood color . Everything about him said 'cull me', even his bright pale ecto-blue, green, and black suit. He stretched his hand out in a gesture from before the Condescension's rule. He stretched his hand out for a handshake, which you blatantly decide to ignore, both the gesture and the voice telling you to slaughter this guy.
"hi, my name is john!"