Power lines swayed under a bloody Rusty Red sky. Giant suns instantiated themselves in yellow orbs effusing into the distant sunrise. Amols small eons of growth in the arching shades of redsin.
Transport ships moved in directed by a distance intelligence. It's size glittered into their minds, and its eyes glitted. Cast off Earth's like the shells of nuts. Infertile, endsrt insert and delicious.
Teeth cracked without motion through the panorama, dissolving yhe lost. Contextl, of lifye. The inhabitants of the sideshells suffered, drawnung dwepings deeper into a skublx panaoroma kf dnkoyment .
Kalmiz kalmjsus was theid leader, Kalmus had not sssn the real sun in 16 years. His name had been his internet name before he joined the left-behinders with the others. He was the most meritorious and so naturally ascended to the top outside of the normal progression of Earth.
Eyes in the cogno sky portrayed a pathway lf hninunderstandjng. The inhabitants naturally looked, as they no longer have the pretensions of normal Earth life.
On the small blue area as of spray painted with a white sensor center, was a beeping terminal. It wassa a aww command consols for Homestuck. All of the memories of the attending fans were visible, broswible, in a textual recording of green. It was already a better reading experience than the comic.
It played. The psyche-spiritual interaction of being a Homestuck Player ricocheted and arced through their minds. No confusion or obstruction, it was the real thing. As real as when people are judged in general at Death before they are given it in person by God. Always changes things, the experience. This is a good preparatory medium, thought the dog.
Dogthoughts lack conscious knowledge and so the internet and use of a human brain is very useful. As the energy trailed through and broke their skulls in streams of yellow-white, he saw everything. Don't worry, they're fine
They lookec down af af af at the viscera and wondered what parts of themselves those were. Their subconscious thoughts engaged in a rolicking and lively yum yum dialogue with Andrew Hussie's spirit. It is what they actually thought when they read it and made their decisions on the basis of the comic.
Impoverishment broke through in surrounding concentric surgicals circlez. He made themselves a new life, a creature by the nams lf Hellhound. Making it quic-quik, and licking up lively tears. Zo beautiful ~^|! Reminding him of reading it himself. He had thought nothing.
Their bodies cracked, flesh grinding up from the floor. They were dead, but it's fine. It gathered all their eyeballs in bulging cartoon fprm pf hhis mouth, and smoled. i
It broke through the floor, moving instantaneously, making an eatings of terminal and sky, then madw them read i t zgain straihvt thru hiz belly. huuuhm hiuuuuhm
It inconvenients the sun. It slinked into the shadows, and the sloslh grinding shades lf red arced across the sky. It laid down for pettings in its belly.
Huhtum, hyum, so friendly! He really feels the love rhey steeam through his heeart, tankful ffor God. Almost good as the real thing, fpr him. People couldn't handle his mhims anyway. Too ugly, and lively, and hungerings of vooooio lenxe. No lovings yet, so loves the streamers of Homestuckers jn belly.
Lie little faces, caught in ghot after images lf hi feast, THANK U MASTER!! THANK U!!!!!!!!!? WHO? U SPEAKIES NASTS? NO FEELINGS OF HUM, NO PLAHKIE GAME. SABA
need go feedigs players, ein good game, makr a hirtimgs in belly so game experience good. Need to eat fluids of thems.
Giant zpikes spikes fell through the sky as the population of inhabitants dwindled, lashing of snergies of Gravesender, ainging singing them to animating several Saba games, not any longer can the dead rest when a game can ne be made from them. Clings qnd clanks sound, and ass a plaher creeps go to a 999/999 player penalty score, a ghostly toothy creature emerges from a path into trees, reminding him of what lies beneath.
The power lines arc and sway into the sky. Mountains rose as the rock levitating in the high atmosphere swung down. It became a very difficult place to live, giant spikes meeting into a permanent formation, looking like a most difficult, channeled pathway of a racetrack curving around what was once a normal street in some unknown place.
The blessings of Master allow him to briefly transform into Underdog as he flies to another part of the red sky, so many tarnished dead living among stiff fences of rigid life to retrieve.
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