Post by Harrowingpride on Mar 19, 2011 4:36:18 GMT -6
I'm bored, this is how I quell my boredom.
Mind you I haven't wrote a fanfic in a while.
And, Homestuck is an interesting thing to write a fanfic on .__.
Well, enjoy. .
Somewhere, in this forsaken planet, is a young boy, lying in his bed, staring through the window at the rising sun. Today, just so happens to be his 15th birthday.
He angrily grabs his alarm clock, which has yet to ring, and throws it at the window, breaking it.
This is a very angry young man.
Very, very angry.
You ponder what this young mans name might be.
You decide that his name shall be Angry Pants.
You soon regret this descision as you feel Angry Pants glaring at you through the screen, with pure daggers in his eyes.
You decide a legal name change is in order.
The young man declares his name is now Chaz Freak.
You make no objections.
Chaz Freak is pleased.
>> Be Chaz Freak
You are now Chaz Freak. (Because being a third party sucks). You are angry youth, with many scars on your fist from punching many objects in anger. Your hand almost always took more damage than the objects. You look at the world in a cynical and angry view, and claim you would have no problem if everyone else just died a dropped dead. And yes, you have realized long ago that that sentence was redundant, and the last person to point that out to you got punched in the gut. Of course, he broke your arm afterwards, but that's besides the point.
You're room is filled with nothing but a bed, a desk, and a crappy computer. Because anything else, well you guessed it, would make you angry.
Most of this anger comes from your father killing your mother at a young age and then killing himself in front of you to spite you.
Thinking about this makes you more angry.
Speaking of your computer, you suddenly remember the game Sburb, and how you left you computer on overnight to let it download. This reminds you of how much of a piece of crap your computer is, and you suddenly become really angry at the fact that your adopted parents refuse to buy you a new one. This makes you want to punch something.
In a swift movement you flip around and punch you fist into the pillow.
You've learned your lesson already to stop punching hard objects.
You get out of bed and go over to your computer, where just as you had hoped, Sburb has finished downloading.
Thank God. If it had still been downloading when you had woken up, you would have just shut the dang computer off and threw out the game.
But, if you had done that, there would be no story to tell, and your life would be more useless than it is now.
You try to figure out how to play this new game, or how to even start it actually. There are no instructions. WHY ARE THERE NO INSTRUCTIONS? You rage at this fail concept, and kick your desk.
This only results in you stubbing your toe, which makes you even more angry.
Smooth.
You grumble a few obscenities, before noticing that someone is pestering you on Pesterchum.
Your Pestchum handle is RagingBull.
How very fitting.
You open up Pesterchum to find that your "friend" NekoCat is pestering you.
You hesitate before seeing what she had to say. After all, someone who uses such a redundant handle is obviously a retard, and clearly has nothing good to say. (Neko means cat in Japanese.)
You soo realize that you are a hypocrite.
You hate yourself a little more.
You reluctantly open up the chatlog
NekoCat began pestering RagingBull
NC: chaaaazzzzz wake up
NC: man you sleep like a rock
NC: get up sburb finished downloading
NC: come ooooon
NC: you do strange things in your sleep
NC: are you eating your pillow
NC: oh by the way i can see you
NC: what are you doing to that pillow now
NC: youre an interesting fellow you know that
NC: okay so i see youre not waking up anytime soon
NC: so i guess ill give you the lowdown
NC: for when you wake up
NC: so ive been reading through this walkthrough
NC: and ive made a startling discovery
NC: a meteor is going to hit your house soon
NC: i think because you downloaded that game
NC: and by soon i mean about 6 hours from now
NC: ...........
NC: youre boring
NC: im gonna take a nap now you make it look so nice
NekoCat stopped pestering RagingBull
RagingBull started pestering NekoCat
RB: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN SEE ME?
RB: AND A METEOR IS GOING TO HIT MY HOUSE? WHAT BS IS THAT?
RB: YOU BETTER WAKE UP BEFORE I CLOBBER YOU.
NC: im awak chaz
NC: *awake
NC: and yea it says so in this walkthrough for sburb
NC: you have to act fast to get to some medium place of something and im supposed to help you somehow
RB: ARE YOU RETARDED?
NC: lol noooooo
NC: if i was retarded i wouldnt have looked for a walkthrough
NC: duh
RB: ALRIGHT SO, ABOUT 2 HOURS AGO YOU SAID THAT A METEOR IS GOING TO HIT MY HOUSE IN 6 HOURS?
NC: thats right
RB: SO THAT MEANS I HAVE ABOUT 4 HOURS LEFT?
NC: pretty much
RB: WELL THEN GET TO WORK ON HELPING ME GET TO THIS MEDIUM THING.
NC: i have to build first and i have no build grist
RB: WHAT THE HELL IS BUILD GRIST? AND BUILD WHAT?
NC: build grist is material to build
NC: duh
NC: i think you need to go kill something for me to get it
RB: OKAY. I CAN DO THAT.
NC: lol no you cant
RB: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
NC: lol you cant kill anything you fail at it
RB: WATCH ME YOU STUPID HAG.
NC: what are you d
NC: oh
NC: thats nice
NC: you killed a fly
NC: that probbably enough build grist for about a penny
NC: chaz do you need a penny?
NC: ..........
NC: chaz stop staring at your hand and come back over here.
NC: chazzzzzz
NC: chaaaaazzzzzzz
NC: youre such a wuss chaz
NC: are you crying over that fly
NC: lol screenshot
You stand there, fly squashed to the palm of your hand, stunned by what you have just done. An innocent life taken by your lust for greed. Was build grist worth taking the life of this innocent bystander?
Tears roll down your face as you realize you are a horrible person and deserve to be locked away in the darkest deepest cell that humanity can muster.
You mean, YOU'RE PYSCHED ABOUT TAKING THAT DUMB FLIES LIFE. HAAHAHA. STUPID FLY. YOU'RE WORTH NOTHING. KILLING YOU WAS A FAVOR TO THE WORLD. HAHAHA.
You feel satisfied now that you have put on your psycho mindset once more.
To be continued. . .
Yeah, I totally just wrote all that up in fifteen minutes.
I fail.
I'll add more when I feel like it.
Which might be never.
Yay.
Mind you I haven't wrote a fanfic in a while.
And, Homestuck is an interesting thing to write a fanfic on .__.
Well, enjoy. .
Homestuck HELL
Somewhere, in this forsaken planet, is a young boy, lying in his bed, staring through the window at the rising sun. Today, just so happens to be his 15th birthday.
He angrily grabs his alarm clock, which has yet to ring, and throws it at the window, breaking it.
This is a very angry young man.
Very, very angry.
You ponder what this young mans name might be.
You decide that his name shall be Angry Pants.
You soon regret this descision as you feel Angry Pants glaring at you through the screen, with pure daggers in his eyes.
You decide a legal name change is in order.
The young man declares his name is now Chaz Freak.
You make no objections.
Chaz Freak is pleased.
>> Be Chaz Freak
You are now Chaz Freak. (Because being a third party sucks). You are angry youth, with many scars on your fist from punching many objects in anger. Your hand almost always took more damage than the objects. You look at the world in a cynical and angry view, and claim you would have no problem if everyone else just died a dropped dead. And yes, you have realized long ago that that sentence was redundant, and the last person to point that out to you got punched in the gut. Of course, he broke your arm afterwards, but that's besides the point.
You're room is filled with nothing but a bed, a desk, and a crappy computer. Because anything else, well you guessed it, would make you angry.
Most of this anger comes from your father killing your mother at a young age and then killing himself in front of you to spite you.
Thinking about this makes you more angry.
Speaking of your computer, you suddenly remember the game Sburb, and how you left you computer on overnight to let it download. This reminds you of how much of a piece of crap your computer is, and you suddenly become really angry at the fact that your adopted parents refuse to buy you a new one. This makes you want to punch something.
In a swift movement you flip around and punch you fist into the pillow.
You've learned your lesson already to stop punching hard objects.
You get out of bed and go over to your computer, where just as you had hoped, Sburb has finished downloading.
Thank God. If it had still been downloading when you had woken up, you would have just shut the dang computer off and threw out the game.
But, if you had done that, there would be no story to tell, and your life would be more useless than it is now.
You try to figure out how to play this new game, or how to even start it actually. There are no instructions. WHY ARE THERE NO INSTRUCTIONS? You rage at this fail concept, and kick your desk.
This only results in you stubbing your toe, which makes you even more angry.
Smooth.
You grumble a few obscenities, before noticing that someone is pestering you on Pesterchum.
Your Pestchum handle is RagingBull.
How very fitting.
You open up Pesterchum to find that your "friend" NekoCat is pestering you.
You hesitate before seeing what she had to say. After all, someone who uses such a redundant handle is obviously a retard, and clearly has nothing good to say. (Neko means cat in Japanese.)
You soo realize that you are a hypocrite.
You hate yourself a little more.
You reluctantly open up the chatlog
NekoCat began pestering RagingBull
NC: chaaaazzzzz wake up
NC: man you sleep like a rock
NC: get up sburb finished downloading
NC: come ooooon
NC: you do strange things in your sleep
NC: are you eating your pillow
NC: oh by the way i can see you
NC: what are you doing to that pillow now
NC: youre an interesting fellow you know that
NC: okay so i see youre not waking up anytime soon
NC: so i guess ill give you the lowdown
NC: for when you wake up
NC: so ive been reading through this walkthrough
NC: and ive made a startling discovery
NC: a meteor is going to hit your house soon
NC: i think because you downloaded that game
NC: and by soon i mean about 6 hours from now
NC: ...........
NC: youre boring
NC: im gonna take a nap now you make it look so nice
NekoCat stopped pestering RagingBull
RagingBull started pestering NekoCat
RB: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN SEE ME?
RB: AND A METEOR IS GOING TO HIT MY HOUSE? WHAT BS IS THAT?
RB: YOU BETTER WAKE UP BEFORE I CLOBBER YOU.
NC: im awak chaz
NC: *awake
NC: and yea it says so in this walkthrough for sburb
NC: you have to act fast to get to some medium place of something and im supposed to help you somehow
RB: ARE YOU RETARDED?
NC: lol noooooo
NC: if i was retarded i wouldnt have looked for a walkthrough
NC: duh
RB: ALRIGHT SO, ABOUT 2 HOURS AGO YOU SAID THAT A METEOR IS GOING TO HIT MY HOUSE IN 6 HOURS?
NC: thats right
RB: SO THAT MEANS I HAVE ABOUT 4 HOURS LEFT?
NC: pretty much
RB: WELL THEN GET TO WORK ON HELPING ME GET TO THIS MEDIUM THING.
NC: i have to build first and i have no build grist
RB: WHAT THE HELL IS BUILD GRIST? AND BUILD WHAT?
NC: build grist is material to build
NC: duh
NC: i think you need to go kill something for me to get it
RB: OKAY. I CAN DO THAT.
NC: lol no you cant
RB: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
NC: lol you cant kill anything you fail at it
RB: WATCH ME YOU STUPID HAG.
NC: what are you d
NC: oh
NC: thats nice
NC: you killed a fly
NC: that probbably enough build grist for about a penny
NC: chaz do you need a penny?
NC: ..........
NC: chaz stop staring at your hand and come back over here.
NC: chazzzzzz
NC: chaaaaazzzzzzz
NC: youre such a wuss chaz
NC: are you crying over that fly
NC: lol screenshot
You stand there, fly squashed to the palm of your hand, stunned by what you have just done. An innocent life taken by your lust for greed. Was build grist worth taking the life of this innocent bystander?
Tears roll down your face as you realize you are a horrible person and deserve to be locked away in the darkest deepest cell that humanity can muster.
You mean, YOU'RE PYSCHED ABOUT TAKING THAT DUMB FLIES LIFE. HAAHAHA. STUPID FLY. YOU'RE WORTH NOTHING. KILLING YOU WAS A FAVOR TO THE WORLD. HAHAHA.
You feel satisfied now that you have put on your psycho mindset once more.
To be continued. . .
Yeah, I totally just wrote all that up in fifteen minutes.
I fail.
I'll add more when I feel like it.
Which might be never.
Yay.