You are now Mark, it would seem that a recent chapter was from your perspective but we're back here, almost as if a certain person (WHO TOTALLY KNOWS WHO THEY ARE) is making us look from your perspective.

You awaken with a searing pain in your head. You've got one hell of a hangover from the space drugs. You head to the bathroom to start your morning routine. As you brush your teeth through the war going on in your skull, you look in the mirror. Your blonde hair is a mess with slight tinge of pink still in some of the hairs. You don't have glasses like most of your teammates, just one less thing to keep up with.

You finish up your morning routine, and decide to check in with your team to see what exactly happened during the drug-induced gaps in your memory. You notice that Jon is online, you think he would probably know best considering all that went down yesterday.

Skype Call:

JC - What do you want, Mark?

MC - Hey, so what exactly happened yesterday? My memory's kinda hazy.

JC - Well, let me think. Jeremy fucked up, made us go trickster mode, and gave me a sick spork. Oh yeah, and if I remember correctly there was a part where Brandon fucking murdered me!

MC - Oh...yeah. Hey, I have a question.

JC - What?

MC - What's it like...you know...when you stop breathing.

JC - What, like when you hold your breath? Have you never held your breath before?

MC - No, when your heart stops beating too.

JC - You mean dying? Because the right term is dying. And it's not fun.

MC - I assumed it wasn't enjoyable, but what does it feel like?

JC - Like being shot in the head, and then just waking up as your dream self, does that answer your question?

MC - Well, you didn't have to be so rude about it!

JC - Oh, on the contrary, I did, because you're overhere acting like referring to my death as a type of issue similar to that of not trying to use racist terms around people of that race.

MC - Well, I didn't want to offend you.

JC - How was that going to offend me?

MC - I thought your wouldn't want to talk about your death. I haven't exactly died before.

JC - Well, after you've died, you realize it's not that big a deal.

MC - Well, was there some kind of afterlife, did you meet a god?

JC - Mark, you know what the fuck dream bubbles are, that still applies here.

MC - Oh, yeah.

JC - What did you think would happen? Did you think we would die and just be greeted by the son of the great bush god?

MC - No. I just wondered if maybe you would see anything other than waking up on Derse.

JC - Yeah, I saw nothing, because that's how this works, which you should know if you're farther than me in Homestuck!

MC - Can we just change the subject?

JC - If that isn't the subject you want to talk about then why did you call me and open with that?

MC - Shut up.

Skype Call End

You're tired of being questioned and oppressed by Jon. People just don't understand you, they probably just don't like that you're a brony. They just hate because they don't know good programming. I mean, seriously, a teenage boy who watches a show about talking pink ponies who have magic powers is living the true American way.

You head up the stairs to your first gate, you know that your consorts won't try to oppress you. You step out onto a cold street, houses crowd on both sides. You recognize this as the slums of your planet: The Land of Conflict and Claustraphobia. These streets are run by gangs who fight for control of sections of the city. Some fight for just causes such as wanting to supply food to the people from their plots of land. While others will fight for free rights to other people's stuff. For penguins they're quite violent.

You wind your way through the narrow streets to the abandoned steel mill that serves as one specific gang who you have decided to provide your support, the Southies. They took the name because of their location on the southern edge of the city. They seem like generally good penguin folks. They fight for good reasons, but some of the members think that this means they can do whatever they want and proclaim it in the name of justice.

You walk into the compound and are immediately greeted by their leader, Cain. "Hey, Mark, we need your help on something." He always chooses to call you Mark and not "the Page" he said it's because he's not the religious type.

"What's up?" You inquire

"We've got a big problem," Cain says, "the guard took Saph, she's in the prison on the east side of town." Sapphire was Cain's second in command, not the first time she got caught, but she was reliable and cunning. A good thing to the group.

"How are we supposed to get her out? Do you have a plan?"

"Yeah, we've got a plan. It's time for a jail break!"

END OF CHAPTER 14