Alternia of the East: A Homestuck Fanwork
I have no idea if this is a remotely good idea, if the half-hearted thought of running this as an 'enter commands' things is going to work out or be a good idea, but none of these things have ever stopped me.
So. This is a fusion with Eden of the East, but you don't need to have seen it to read this. It might even be better not to, I don't know.
I've got an idea where things might go from any point, but if there's sufficient interest, I'll seize upon interesting commands to guide specific parts.
So, um, I guess you enjoy this first little teaser bit?
> Be the boy
Your name ESCAPES YOU AT THE MOMENT. You aren't certain how OLD YOU ARE, your interests AREN'T CLEAR, and you have NO IDEA WHERE YOU ARE.
> Look around.
You appear to be in a WIDE OPEN SPACE, filled with a number of PEOPLE. Even though it is DAYTIME, you see a few TROLLS wandering among the crowds. You are not certain how you know what TROLLS are, or, for that matter, what PEOPLE are, when you DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN NAME.
The space is a large, grassy rectangle stretched over SEVERAL CITY BLOCKS. At one end, you see a VERY TALL TOWER, and at the other, you see a DOMED BUILDING. There is a CAROUSEL nearby.
The people around you appear to be giving you a wide berth, placing you in the CENTER OF AN OPEN CIRCLE.
> Quickly retrieve arms from safe.
Luckily, your arms appear to be ATTACHED TO YOUR TORSO. In one of your hands is a small device that is making an insistent ringing sound.
> Answer phone.
No. XV began communicating with No. XX
XV: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU EGBERT YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD.
XX: ...
XV: OH GOG, YOU'RE DEAD AND FUCKING LALONDE IS GOING TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HOW MY RAGE IS DUE TO UNEXPLORED SEXUAL TENSION AND I'M GOING TO HAVE TO CRUSH HER WINDTUBE JUST TO SHUT HER UP.
XX: um, do i know you?
XV: OH, JEGUS, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR WRIGGLER HEAD GAMES, EGBERT. WE HAVE AN ACTUAL CLUSTERFUCK HERE. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
XX: i guess i don't know. there's a big white tower, and a white building with a dome on it. and a carousel! seems to be a pretty popular place.
XV: I SWEAR TO GOG, EGBERT, IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS HORSESHIT IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, I AM GOING TO FIND YOU AND SHOVE YOUR BULGE SO FAR UP YOUR NOOK YOU CAN'T BREATHE RIGHT.
XX: ...
XV: AND JUST TO BE CLEAR, THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU, IN YOUR CONTINUING DEMONSTRATION OF CULTURAL INSENSITIVITY, CALL 'HATELUST'. THIS IS INTENSE FRUSTRATION IN THE FACE OF YOUR MONUMENTAL STUPIDITY.
XX: good?
XV: FUCK, I CANNOT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW.
No. XV has ceased communicating with No. XX
> Put phone in pocket.
You cannot put your phone in your pocket, as you are not wearing any pants!
> Put phone in purse.
You are certain you are not carrying a purse, and never have.
> Ask passerby for purse.
This seems to be a monumentally bad idea. Nevertheless, you try gesturing at a passerby with your free hand. She refuses to meet your eyes and hurries away.
This is beginning to get quite frustrating. You think you might need to ask someone for help.
Examining your phone, you find that in addition to a normal keypad, it has twenty other buttons, labeled 0, I, II, III, IV, V, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, and XX.
You doubt you will receive much help from XV.
> Put on some fucking clothes.
So. This is a fusion with Eden of the East, but you don't need to have seen it to read this. It might even be better not to, I don't know.
I've got an idea where things might go from any point, but if there's sufficient interest, I'll seize upon interesting commands to guide specific parts.
So, um, I guess you enjoy this first little teaser bit?
> Be the boy
Your name ESCAPES YOU AT THE MOMENT. You aren't certain how OLD YOU ARE, your interests AREN'T CLEAR, and you have NO IDEA WHERE YOU ARE.
> Look around.
You appear to be in a WIDE OPEN SPACE, filled with a number of PEOPLE. Even though it is DAYTIME, you see a few TROLLS wandering among the crowds. You are not certain how you know what TROLLS are, or, for that matter, what PEOPLE are, when you DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN NAME.
The space is a large, grassy rectangle stretched over SEVERAL CITY BLOCKS. At one end, you see a VERY TALL TOWER, and at the other, you see a DOMED BUILDING. There is a CAROUSEL nearby.
The people around you appear to be giving you a wide berth, placing you in the CENTER OF AN OPEN CIRCLE.
> Quickly retrieve arms from safe.
Luckily, your arms appear to be ATTACHED TO YOUR TORSO. In one of your hands is a small device that is making an insistent ringing sound.
> Answer phone.
No. XV began communicating with No. XX
XV: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU EGBERT YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD.
XX: ...
XV: OH GOG, YOU'RE DEAD AND FUCKING LALONDE IS GOING TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HOW MY RAGE IS DUE TO UNEXPLORED SEXUAL TENSION AND I'M GOING TO HAVE TO CRUSH HER WINDTUBE JUST TO SHUT HER UP.
XX: um, do i know you?
XV: OH, JEGUS, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR WRIGGLER HEAD GAMES, EGBERT. WE HAVE AN ACTUAL CLUSTERFUCK HERE. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
XX: i guess i don't know. there's a big white tower, and a white building with a dome on it. and a carousel! seems to be a pretty popular place.
XV: I SWEAR TO GOG, EGBERT, IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS HORSESHIT IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, I AM GOING TO FIND YOU AND SHOVE YOUR BULGE SO FAR UP YOUR NOOK YOU CAN'T BREATHE RIGHT.
XX: ...
XV: AND JUST TO BE CLEAR, THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU, IN YOUR CONTINUING DEMONSTRATION OF CULTURAL INSENSITIVITY, CALL 'HATELUST'. THIS IS INTENSE FRUSTRATION IN THE FACE OF YOUR MONUMENTAL STUPIDITY.
XX: good?
XV: FUCK, I CANNOT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW.
No. XV has ceased communicating with No. XX
> Put phone in pocket.
You cannot put your phone in your pocket, as you are not wearing any pants!
> Put phone in purse.
You are certain you are not carrying a purse, and never have.
> Ask passerby for purse.
This seems to be a monumentally bad idea. Nevertheless, you try gesturing at a passerby with your free hand. She refuses to meet your eyes and hurries away.
This is beginning to get quite frustrating. You think you might need to ask someone for help.
Examining your phone, you find that in addition to a normal keypad, it has twenty other buttons, labeled 0, I, II, III, IV, V, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, and XX.
You doubt you will receive much help from XV.
> Put on some fucking clothes.