I can definitely see why someone who doesn't like text would find Homestuck frustrating, but I don't think it's reflective of any kind of contradiction in the work itself. The fact that there's so much text (an abundance made possible by the script format) means that the comic isn't "primarily visual." Considering that it probably has enough text at this point to fill an 800-page book (with no pictures), it's just as reasonable to say it's a "serial novel with pictures" as it is to say it's a "comic."
Edit: Ninja'd by someone making the same point better in half the space.
Oh, I don't mind words. It's just that the text does get quite long sometimes.
But then again, Homestuck isn't really a "serial novel with pictures" or a webcomic. It's....not really like anything else. That's one of the things I love about it, actually. Hussie made a work that really is like nothing else in the world. That takes some serious skill.
Huh. I can actually directly relate with colwag on something. I can understand having an irrational hatred for X, where the reasons for the hatred are basically the flimsiest of excuses. I broke a cell phone in the not-too-distant-past because I received a text message. Let me start at the beginning of the story, though... spoilered for not Homestuck.
Initially I was somewhat ambivalent towards texting. "I'm not going to send any, and I'm not going to read any that I receive" was my mindset. Then I found the texts I received, even if left unread were costing me. Talk about a scam. That prompted my hatred for texts. I even told my carrier to block incoming texts - at least that way my bill doesn't get dinged when some pillweef decides to text me. They did block texts... sort of. They still sent their own text messages to my phone. The texts they sent were gratis, of course, so my only legitimate complaint about texts didn't really apply to the texts I still received. By then, of course, it was too late. My texting hatred had already become irrational. I talked with service reps about the issue, but it was never resolved beyond the half-assed thing I already mentioned.
Finally, I got a notice that the plan I was under was being phased out in favour of a new plan. They needed my stated approval to complete the process. I did not budge until I got confirmation that with switching over to the new plan, I would no longer receive texts from my carrier. A month later I got a text. I FTFO, and my phone somehow (I can't possibly imagine how...) ended up in several pieces. When I went to get a replacement phone, I took the opportunity to switch to a different carrier. Several things are not quite as great, but at least I get zero texts.
The part I find most ironic about this whole thing is the degree to which I am an IRC junkie. Even if I miraculously didn't have to pay for any texts, incoming or outgoing, and even if you make a brilliant case for texting being just like IRC, but on the phone, I will still hang on to my grudge against texting. I'm perfectly fine with other people texting each other, as long as they don't try to get me into that mire.
Even if you tell me all about the wonderfulness of texting, my emotion will not be swayed by the facts. In that sense I can relate to being unmoved by Dave facts that show he's really not such a terrible guy after all. I don't grudge easily, but once I do, it's even harder ungrudging. If I ever did get a grudge on something Homestuck, I would probably stop reading it altogether. I'm kind of simple like that.
I have spoilers now?
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ha ha ha ha ha
like he has time to do anything like that
like he even cares to do any of the work involved in fixing the most miniscule of typos especially for any of the games
If it was a pesterlog it would be pretty easy but one of the games?
haaaaa
There's also re-uploading and re-exporting the file, and it is possible that Andrew doesn't even have the necessary file as it was Gankro who programmed it!
He has fixed typos in the past, I'd assume he'd have to recompile the whole flash to fix that tiny mistake, though, so he probably doesn't think it's worth the time.
Hey, do I get to call out a "BINGO" because of the tragic FandomSecrets containment breach?
Please keep that stuff the heck away from, well, ANYWHERE. FandomSecrets are inherently lame, and reposting one is thus doubly so. Also, you're FTFOing over a missing space? Really? Kind of a waste of a wish, isn't it?
Edit: Man, it gets even WORSE. That's not a FandomSecret, it's a "HomestruckSecret" (sic). I think we're approaching the lameness event horizon, from which nothing, even cool, can escape.
Edit: Man, it gets even WORSE. That's not a FandomSecret, it's a "HomestruckSecret" (sic). I think we're approaching the lameness event horizon, from which nothing, even cool, can escape.
Way to make a big deal over nothing. v_v
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Hey, do I get to call out a "BINGO" because of the tragic FandomSecrets containment breach?
Please keep that stuff the heck away from, well, ANYWHERE. FandomSecrets are inherently lame, and reposting one is thus doubly so. Also, you're FTFOing over a missing space? Really? Kind of a waste of a wish, isn't it?
Edit: Man, it gets even WORSE. That's not a FandomSecret, it's a "HomestruckSecret" (sic). I think we're approaching the lameness event horizon, from which nothing, even cool, can escape.
wow
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Originally Posted by Iguana Baritone
Homestuck is just Dragon Ball written by Douglas Adams.
I think they meant who cares that it's a fandomsecret. It's probably a complaint that a lot of people have, just organized into a picture format.
Before the forums became the nigh-unfollowable giant mass of crap it is today (last Thursday), there was a topic on one of the boards where people reposted fandomsecrets. The thread was so toxically full of butthurt, report spamming, and general badness, that the mods locked it and demanded that another one must never be created. I think this is still a good rule. I don't even like being reminded that place exists, let alone that there's a knockoff just for MSPA that can't spell the name of itself correctly.
Oh I remember the Fandom!Secrets thread very well, both of them! And should this thread go down that same path then I'm sure the mods would come down upon it as hard as Odin's might. But just posting one on its own is hardly the end of the forum, especially since the screencap was taken in the middle of a flash and telling people to go to that page just to find it would be inconsiderate.
I don't think it's right for any living creature to experience such strong feelings of awe and adoration towards something which isn't real.
It is the Lotus Land Story. I have been broken by a crafter of dreams.
Is it so unusual that a blind alien girl might miss the space bar?
You don't mind the block caps or 413s?
They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland,
Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore
Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar,
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.
Then some one said, “We will return no more;”
And all at once they sang, “Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.”
Thus, they stayed on the forums, and their home saw no more.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Before the forums became the nigh-unfollowable giant mass of crap it is today (last Thursday), there was a topic on one of the boards where people reposted fandomsecrets. The thread was so toxically full of butthurt, report spamming, and general badness, that the mods locked it and demanded that another one must never be created. I think this is still a good rule. I don't even like being reminded that place exists, let alone that there's a knockoff just for MSPA that can't spell the name of itself correctly.
Although most of the problems were due to people complaining about how stupid FandomSecrets is and how much the whole idea sucks and how the thread itself was a bane on the forums.
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