Canekind, much like Terezi. It would be a walking cane instead of a blind cane. I'd probably use it more defensively as well. Since I have trouble walking it's necessary anyway.
In highschool when my friends and I got into scrums, I used a metal walking stick. One of my friends used a bat, the other used a sheathed imitation-sword. It gave me some pretty good range, which is good because I'm a slow attacker.
((And with those words iT ascended to the godtier as the "Page of Top"
I'm still writing my troll intro by the way, I'll post it once it's done. ))
Truth
Originally Posted by OkamiMasuta
Gamzee's status is not dead or alive- it is just Gamzee.
Greyscale wut
Originally Posted by kaoticAntagonist
You know wise old dudes usually write their wisdom down in stuff, like riddles and shit.
You probably could have gotten the same effect from reading their books.
But no, you had to go and grope a mummy, didn't you.
Basically yeah
Originally Posted by phantasmalDexterity
Trickster Hella Jeff is obviously a Smurf.
Krubby explains the universe
Originally Posted by Krubby
Pickle Inspector had his normal self. He also had 3 dreamselves. The first died when it stepped into the real world. The second one never died and the third never even appeared. His second one splits into 7 dreamselves to fight a monster. One gets swallowed by the monster and dies. Another one turns into a larger monster and kills 3 of the other copies. The 5th acends to godhood and becomes Godhead Pickle Inspecter. After PI wakes up, his dreamself vanishes leaving one extra dreamself. This one splits in two, sending one into the past and one into the future. The one in the past dies after solving a puzzle for Dick. The one in the future eventually splits again sending another pair into the past or future. Eventually, these two meet with the original two split dreamselves. They then split millions of times as ordered by GPI and become all matter. There is also the Gentlemanly Highbrow. He is like an old timey version of Pickle Inspector. However, he is a completely different person and probably doesn't count.
There, I hope that cleared everything up.
The gigantic Dirk analysis:
Originally Posted by invisibleTerrarium
-snop-
413 SPECULARNAODM:
Originally Posted by invisibleTerrarium
>IT: 413 Specularnaodm.
413.
Four one three.
Four thir
(no i'm not.)[/
612 SPECULARNAODM:
Originally Posted by invisibleTerrarium
>IT: 612 Specularnaodm.
THE FRESH PRINCE OF RAGE
)
No just kidding. The real thing is underneath.
THE FRESH PRINCE OF HOPE
Now this is a story all about how,
My face got flipped, turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute,
So suck my bulge, "team,"
And I'll tell you how I became the Prince of the Bubbles in the Dream.
In some unspecific ocean, hatched and raised,
Above the sea and killin' fools is where I spent my days,
Chillin' out, relaxin', actin' all cool,
Shooting with the Crosshairs, 'cuz seriously, eff school.
When a couple a morons, who were up to no good,
Started playing Sgrub in the neighborhood.
My lusus got in one little fight, and now he's dead,
And I said "ANGELS I'M GONNA HAVE ALL OF YOUR F*CKING HEADS."
I blasted 'em and bombed 'em day after day,
And then I packed my stuff up and went away,
Blew the LOWAA a kiss and one last angel bit it,
Put my cool cape on and thought I might as well kick it,
First round yo, this is bad,
He's shootin' giant lasers from his eyes, no glass,
Is this what the people of LOBAF live like?
F*ck it then, this ain't alright.
But wait, then I'm passed out right on the ground,
And Fef's screaming at him, she slaps him around,
I don't understand why I lost, thought I was dope,
But this wasn't the end for the Prince of Hope.
Ah well the tensions were rising and when Sollux came out,
He took off his glasses, tried to blast me out,
I blinded him with science, Fef turned around, mad,
I shot her through the chest, now it was gettin' bad.
And Kan sees the whole thing and takes out her stick,
But then I 'splode the Matriorb, shoot her, Hope can suck my d*ck.
I transportalized out with the quickness like lightning, disappeared,
And soon it's Gam and Vris, oh no, my worst fears. (<--sarcasm)
Then Kan came up and she's a rainbow drinker,
Kicks Gamzee in the bone bulge, what a little stinker,
She CLOCKs Vriska in the face and she falls over screaming,
Kan looks at me, and her eyes are really steaming,
She DEBUNKS the Science Wand and stares at me real scary,
Then saws me in half like some charged-up super fairy,
And now I look at my kingdom, clingy douchebag? Nope.
Finally, FINALLY, I'm the Fresh Prince of Hope.
1,000 specularnaodm!!! Wow!
Originally Posted by invisibleTerrarium
>iT: Engage 1000 post specularnaodm.
Wow, a thousand posts.
Holy crap.
I'm speechless.
No, literally, I've got no idea how to put this into words.
Since March, I've made so many friends, had better arguments than I've ever had in Mock Trial class, and generally just had whole loads of fun here on MSPAF.
Who CARES if one of my fanventures is on a ridiculous procrastination-induced hiatus.
Who CARES if there are a couple people on the forums I just can't stand.
Who CARES if the one RP thread I'm in is in Dead Mode,
WHO GIVES A CRAP.
This is a great community, and y'all are lucky to be in it.
Keep on Homestuckin'.
-invisibleTerrarium
THE ALTERNIABOUND SRITE THREEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!! http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...21%21%21%21%21
The thread to ask for help or scratch with AlterniaBound sprites specifically. Walk and talk sprites. Both of them.
FeatherStuck, a text adventure. Suggestions needed! http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...ions-needed%21
A ridiculous fanventure about Camean Jinfax, his friends, and a rather weird Sburb session. Warning: contains nerdiness and bird trolls. Currently on hiatus... I guess? Not a purposeful hiatus.
To B, or not to B--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mechas
Or to take arms against a sea of Stelens
And by opposing, failing. To fail, to die--
No end--and by a fail, we mean we end
His moustache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh to hair is. 'Tis a consummation
devoured at a whim. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the Derse,
For in that sleep of Derse what horror comes
When we have shuffled off this beta-self,
Must give rebirth. There's the ascent
That makes calamity an elong. life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's stabs, the Prospitan's crown'd glow
The pangs of caliginous love, kis-missed,
The insolence of agents, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' low pawn takes,
When she herself might her end zone meet
With a regisword? Who would vagrants bear,
To blink and sweat under an endless sun,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered bubbles, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles that kill,
And makes us rather bear sudoku cubes
Than fly to those doors that we know not of?
Thus par'dox does make exiles of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the low caste distraught,
And enterprise of great pitch and oil slick
With this regard air currents turn awry
And lose the name of den'zen. -- Soft you now,
The fair miss Cyanide! -- Nymph, in thy dress
Be all my scars dismembered.
Originally Posted by EnigmaticTart
Actually, Hussie is running this, he just doesn't want anyone to know. He actually created every account in this thread and is going back and forth making it seem like multiple people throwing this thing together, but in the end he's going to publish the musical and it's going to be such a hit that everyone flocks to this thread but surprise, everyone's the hussie.
I'm the hussie.
You're the hussie.
We're all the hussie.
Originally Posted by Dirk
TT: The upper echelons of irony should always include measures of sincerity. And if the satirical practice is executed faithfully it will achieve something bona fide in its own right regardless.
TT: Through an intense commitment bordering on religious devotion to the absolutely inane, absurd, or plain fucking stupid, a very different kind of sincerity begins to materialize. One of reverence to the ridiculous. You begin to "mean it," but what exactly it is you mean is never quite what appears on the surface, and is utterly inaccessible to obtuse and literal minds. That you "mean it" then becomes inseparable from the joke, and additional rich strata of humor may be stripped aggressively from this irreconcilable truth.
SBaHAJ: The Muesicall
Originally Posted by autoglassmasterclass
And here's a SBaHJ rap. fell down the stairs, wuonnded my nee
AHAHAHA omfg
just how high do you have to be
to see
in my dream im the star, its ME
nothin but net, its like ahlly'yooze
LAUGHED when he shok, like a bowl full of booz
the sock distaction was a ruse?
you just gotta know what ANGEL to use.....
i put JELLY........... on this hot god today
ohhhh kaaaaaay.......
youget the new hot game that everones buzzing about these day
who would even make these conksuck boots anyway
brah time to get my game on no what i say
Originally Posted by TheLastBanana
Now this is a story all about how
My nancho party got flipped, turned upside-down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how my nanchos got suspended in mid-air
Through the recipe zone I had grazed
At least enough to enter, I was brave
Chillin' out, bein' a useless piece of shit and all
Makin' some nanchos 'cause that's what I do
When fuckin dumpass tripped me up by the foot
Sent my nachos grande flyin' faster than they should
I said "shit bro you got me really damn scared
shit now look Einstein, they're falling through the air."
Jeff said "Who were you expectin', the easter bunn-ay?"
I couldn't say anything else but "Oh kayyyy"
And then he's he's starin' at the nanchos and his eye contact, he won't break it
I said "a picture would last longer, you might as well take it"
So the shutter goes off with a beveled blue "SNAP"
And sure enough, the picture did last
He said "Ahahahahaha he was right
this shit's lasting forever all right"
Then he noticed that the bathroom was near
Decided that was where he should park his rear
Bathroom trips that long are rare
So I shouted "You done with the nachons in there?"
I banged on the door until seven or eight
And yelled "JEGUS FUCK" with rage and hate
When finally from the bathrom
Jeff started actin' fair
He slid the nachos back to me 'neath the door to his lair
Originally Posted by Nopad
A Bro who went by handle "Sweet"
Concerned himself with games to play.
As such, he did not watch his feet
And started falling straightaway.
If only he had placed his cares
In those who loved him. No such thing:
For Jeff had warned about the stairs,
But Bro ignored. It kept happening.
The stairs! The endless stairs! Why had
He never listened t'what was told?
His list of faults would always add.
If only he were not so bold.
Because Jeff's warnings went unheeded,
Bro mistakes always repeated.
MY SBURB TITLES
Classes which have been applied to me: Mage, Seer, Knight, Sylph.
Aspects which have been applied to me:Time, Doom, Heart, Space, Plot.
I've been to the tallest waterfalls and gazed upon the rainbows in their depths. I've climbed down the deepest tombs and caressed the wise men buried there.
I've ascended past the clouds to stare the very sun itself in the face.
And yet this is the first time I can ever claim to have witnessed true beauty, a wonder which one could- without pretension- describe as STRONG
...ew
In time, you will understand, that life can never be complete without the performance of such trials.
When you lay upon your deathbed you will look towards the ceiling and understand that from where you are, you can not see Heaven.
And when you can not form the words, your heart shall sing its regretful song for you:
"Oh, if only, if only I had caressed the shit out of some dead wise dudes".
For that is how you gain their wisdom, and thus, the eternal key to the forever after.
You know wise old dudes usually write their wisdom down in stuff, like riddles and shit.
You probably could have gotten the same effect from reading their books.
But no, you had to go and grope a mummy, didn't you.
what are you talking about.
given the option between groping mummies and not groping mummies.
I think the choice should be obvious???
Originally Posted by Dudemaster47
I think the sucker is actually pure LSD, and Jane is in fact tripping so hard that everyone else is able to see her crazy-ass hallucinations.
Originally Posted by Dentrala
We need to find a way to surgically graft a cat onto the face of a horse. This will be humanity's greatest accomplishment.
Gentlemenshadow, I'm pretty sure the list is non-exhaustive, especially because it doesn't show a few of the strife specibi we've actually seen, like there is no tridentkind nor even 3dentkind, yet Feferi manages to have 2x3dentkind. I also didn't see wandkind, though we've seen Calliope's specibus containing that card. It's possible I missed it in the massive list though.
Hence why I'm pretty much totally okay with making up whatever weaponkind I like, as with Swordandboardkind (Sordnbordkind?).
Edit: Hell, John picks up bunnykind from an imp literally moments after selecting hammerkind, yet that isn't shown on the list either. My guess, there's more unseen because John didn't deign to scroll down further on the list.
I'd probably be using either Parasolkind because there are weaponized parasols and i want to alchemize one for my own. Maybe even alchemize it with something protective to make it double as a shield.
Batkind.
I can't intepret that, but I am a fan of baseball. I wouldn't mind swinging that at some heads. Would be a while before I could get a feasible upgrade for a wooden/aluminium bat.
If that's not what it means, bats. Bats everywhere. You can swarm them. ATTACK MY PRETTIES.
Or telescopekind. I own a telescope, and I dropped it on my foot once.
ALL THE PAINS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
That thing has some WEIGHT to it. I can lift it easily, but for some reason it is INCREDIBLY PAINFUL if you drop it on your foot. Or swing it at an imp's face, possibly.
Also, it would fit in well with my chumhandle. (destituteAstronomer, if you can't read my signature.)
Maybe I could alchemize one that fires lasers. Yeah, that would be cool. Yeah.
Has a practical use (ZOOM ZOOM), and hell, I can attach it to a SEXTANT.
With my mighty SNIPER RIFLE, nothing can stop me.
Ive been thinking scythekind.
Make up a pair of scythes, which can join together and flip the blades up to be vertical and Its an all pupose weapon set.
I'd try to make the most powerful weapons to ever exist in an Sburb session, using two kitchen knives as the base of the weapons in question. I am very serious about this.
...so KNIFEKIND, then. Incidentally, if a person had KNIFEKIND as their strife specibus, one could feasibly attempt to use semantics to be capable of wielding any bladed weapon. For instance, swords are not, in fact, swords, but OVERSIZED KNIVES. Axes are WIDE-BLADED KNIVES, and scythes and poleaxes are THIN-BLADED POLE-KNIVES and WIDE-BLADED POLE-KNIVES respectively. And spears would be just POLE-KNIVES. M'yes.
What starts as a vicious cycle rapidly becomes a whirlwind. Have you been experiencing vicious whirlwinds? Leave a note for yourself next time.
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Hmm... Probably umbrella/parasolKind, since umbrellas/parasols are rather useful, could serve as both a weapon and a shield, and they're easily portable. C:
I am considering plantkind. You would literally have WEAPONS EVERYWHERE. It's not on the list, though, and would be hard to use. On the list, the ones I can see being most useful include nailgunkind and fireextkind (that would have come in handy SO many times in Homestuck.
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To B, or not to B--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mechas
Or to take arms against a sea of Stelens
And by opposing, failing. To fail, to die--
No end--and by a fail, we mean we end
His moustache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh to hair is. 'Tis a consummation
devoured at a whim. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the Derse,
For in that sleep of Derse what horror comes
When we have shuffled off this beta-self,
Must give rebirth. There's the ascent
That makes calamity an elong. life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's stabs, the Prospitan's crown'd glow
The pangs of caliginous love, kis-missed,
The insolence of agents, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' low pawn takes,
When she herself might her end zone meet
With a regisword? Who would vagrants bear,
To blink and sweat under an endless sun,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered bubbles, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles that kill,
And makes us rather bear sudoku cubes
Than fly to those doors that we know not of?
Thus par'dox does make exiles of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the low caste distraught,
And enterprise of great pitch and oil slick
With this regard air currents turn awry
And lose the name of den'zen. -- Soft you now,
The fair miss Cyanide! -- Nymph, in thy dress
Be all my scars dismembered.
Originally Posted by EnigmaticTart
Actually, Hussie is running this, he just doesn't want anyone to know. He actually created every account in this thread and is going back and forth making it seem like multiple people throwing this thing together, but in the end he's going to publish the musical and it's going to be such a hit that everyone flocks to this thread but surprise, everyone's the hussie.
I'm the hussie.
You're the hussie.
We're all the hussie.
Originally Posted by Dirk
TT: The upper echelons of irony should always include measures of sincerity. And if the satirical practice is executed faithfully it will achieve something bona fide in its own right regardless.
TT: Through an intense commitment bordering on religious devotion to the absolutely inane, absurd, or plain fucking stupid, a very different kind of sincerity begins to materialize. One of reverence to the ridiculous. You begin to "mean it," but what exactly it is you mean is never quite what appears on the surface, and is utterly inaccessible to obtuse and literal minds. That you "mean it" then becomes inseparable from the joke, and additional rich strata of humor may be stripped aggressively from this irreconcilable truth.
SBaHAJ: The Muesicall
Originally Posted by autoglassmasterclass
And here's a SBaHJ rap. fell down the stairs, wuonnded my nee
AHAHAHA omfg
just how high do you have to be
to see
in my dream im the star, its ME
nothin but net, its like ahlly'yooze
LAUGHED when he shok, like a bowl full of booz
the sock distaction was a ruse?
you just gotta know what ANGEL to use.....
i put JELLY........... on this hot god today
ohhhh kaaaaaay.......
youget the new hot game that everones buzzing about these day
who would even make these conksuck boots anyway
brah time to get my game on no what i say
Originally Posted by TheLastBanana
Now this is a story all about how
My nancho party got flipped, turned upside-down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how my nanchos got suspended in mid-air
Through the recipe zone I had grazed
At least enough to enter, I was brave
Chillin' out, bein' a useless piece of shit and all
Makin' some nanchos 'cause that's what I do
When fuckin dumpass tripped me up by the foot
Sent my nachos grande flyin' faster than they should
I said "shit bro you got me really damn scared
shit now look Einstein, they're falling through the air."
Jeff said "Who were you expectin', the easter bunn-ay?"
I couldn't say anything else but "Oh kayyyy"
And then he's he's starin' at the nanchos and his eye contact, he won't break it
I said "a picture would last longer, you might as well take it"
So the shutter goes off with a beveled blue "SNAP"
And sure enough, the picture did last
He said "Ahahahahaha he was right
this shit's lasting forever all right"
Then he noticed that the bathroom was near
Decided that was where he should park his rear
Bathroom trips that long are rare
So I shouted "You done with the nachons in there?"
I banged on the door until seven or eight
And yelled "JEGUS FUCK" with rage and hate
When finally from the bathrom
Jeff started actin' fair
He slid the nachos back to me 'neath the door to his lair
Originally Posted by Nopad
A Bro who went by handle "Sweet"
Concerned himself with games to play.
As such, he did not watch his feet
And started falling straightaway.
If only he had placed his cares
In those who loved him. No such thing:
For Jeff had warned about the stairs,
But Bro ignored. It kept happening.
The stairs! The endless stairs! Why had
He never listened t'what was told?
His list of faults would always add.
If only he were not so bold.
Because Jeff's warnings went unheeded,
Bro mistakes always repeated.
MY SBURB TITLES
Classes which have been applied to me: Mage, Seer, Knight, Sylph.
Aspects which have been applied to me:Time, Doom, Heart, Space, Plot.
It probably tells you something about me that I instantly knew I would use bookkind. Yes, all my really *big* books are in E-book form, and I certainly don't have anything like the Grimoire, but it'd all be worth it to *tome!* enemies to death.
But I'd probably also end up giving enemies weak weapons to get the appropriate strife specibi from them, so that I could wield anything I came across (I'm assuming that imp John got the bunnykind specibus from didn't just happen to be the only one with a specibus, and that sole specibus just happened to be bunnykind; hence, enemies get the requisite specibi automatically). This has the added advantage of allowing me to use my strife deck for storage.
Hmm. I wonder if there's a way to alchemize dwarf bread. Discworld book x bread? It would probably make a frightening weapon in the hands of a god tiered bread-wielder.