Death. Again. Double death. Death^8.
A happy marriage.
A fortuitous meeting with Briska.
Something interesting and unforeseen and eminently plot-relevant.
All of the things. All of them.
If Hussie is Vriska then Vriska is Cage.
Cage's plan in Vriska Universe was to boner.
So, in our Universe Vriska's plan is...
I don't know, just kidding, sorry.
But at least, hey, Vriska came back even if it was just for April's Fools.
Yeah, right here. Oh wait, it had to close because Toreadork's dead. Haha, whoops.
Folders and sigquotes below. Warning: This may cause brain damage.
Speaking of this, I have several crappy theories as of now for Vriska's revival.
1. Vriska flies out of the dream bubble with no explanation.
2. She find's Jane's kernel sprite and becomes Vriskasprite.
3. Hussie goes to a dream bubble and uses his author powers to revive her.
So far I am betting on #2. The others... well... I can dream can't I?
4!. Vriska's ghost we see in the image possesses Hussie body and becomes author-tier.
5. The good of the narrative prevails and she stays dead. Forever and ever.
Still betting on her being revived by Jane, our Maid of Life, if she gets revived. I mean, I'm assuming Gamzee didn't steal her corpse just to make out with like he did Tavros's.
That one's a reference to a theory I made in thread 8 (I think?) having to do with the windows giving access to dream bubbles.
Vriska is dead, I toasted her bread,
Got my rifle and took her behind the shed,
Old Yellered her ass, a bullet through the head!
Took the body, to her mother that fed!
I'm the Bluh slayer, destroying the betrayer
When Vriska sees me, she ain't got a prayer
I destroy her brain like a mind flayer
She loses every time, I'm the head player!
That bitchy spider is gone for good,
And all you can do is sit there and brood,
Gonna challenge me? I don't think that you should;
Because, lets face it, you're not a bad enough dude.
DEAL WITH IT.
Last edited by just that guy; 04-02-2012 at 02:11 PM.
Listen up, ya'll bout to choke. Let my response begin.
Sucka, that logic broke
Your rhymes only sound appealing to the old folk
Watch this now, Spiderdeath
Soon to be turned into Spiderbreath
She caught a bad 8r8k,
but its not too long before dream bubbles pop, she'll be awake,
Now listen up ya'll, this shit is ironic,
I'm the spiderdoctor, selling the tonic,
My rhymes they are legendary
Even when the situation is harry,
Me and Vris gunna pull through,
Watch now we'll take what's due,
Spiderbitch and Norselord Drinking their Mead,
With all of the Rhymes, Yo bitches best be pleased.
ITS BEEN DEALT WITH!
Man, that shit was weak! I'm gonna beat you so hard, you'll chock on that mead!
If you're the spider docotor, I'm the spider mocker,
Blasting that bitch like a combat helicopter
Breaking Mindfang, locking Nerdfang in her locker.
I'm the fumigator, here to exterminate
All the spiderbitches I will assassinate
Call me Inigo, my blade as fast as lighting
I'm stabbing her so hard people thinks it's mining
Gonna ax Vriska down, like this is the Shining.
And all the while all you do is whining
You think you dealt with me? You are sorely mistaken
Tsst! Now your'e done. Cooked like beacon.
SICK FIRES BRO.
You better clean the muck out of your ears, because ya'll bout to be served.
Cooked like beacon? Shit don't even make sense,
I'm a rappin legend, dealing out the rhymes for twopence,
Aranea may be dead, and mindfang may be broken,
but that don't mean my favorite spidtroll is already spoken,
for,All them references got to me something, otherwise hussie's just a bore,
Kill all the Vriska's, you think your fucking quirk?
Nah man, your just some piece of work,
Broken rhymes ain't worth my time,
I'd rather eat whole limes,
But since I'mma continue, I'd best surmise,
Now unlike Vriska, this battle's gon lead to your demise,
You ain't stand a chance against jack,
I'll take a crack,
Alone, I'll take every rhyme master in this thread,
Think you stand a chance, Bitch you already be dead.
SICKER FIRES BRO.
Last edited by linkzeldi; 04-02-2012 at 03:12 PM.
Better bring in some snow, cause this is gonna burn, son!
You think you got style, your'e nothing but a fluke,
While I got the power of a tactical nuke,
Fire blazing, my skill is amazing
Crushing Vriskas like glass, your hits me not phasing.
I'll put your limes in a coconut and shake you all away
Blasting Vriska from orbit, holding the crowd in my sway
Nothing gets past me, I'm a satellite array!
Now I'm zoomed in, got a spider in my sight'
Sniping her down, she falls before my might.
Now it's time for you to go, leave the rhymes to the king
Cause you ain't got no style, no class and no bling.
DO YOU HAVE A COURT ORDER AGAINST YOU? BECAUSE YOU JUST GOT SERVED!