Homestuck in a Nutshell - By WTF is Homestuck
I cannot possibly imagine how hard everything is for the kids or for the trolls.
They get to know each other so well - they get to bond, learn about their societies, and work together to try to save the universe. They are the last of their respective populations.
Most of their families are gone.
Everyone they know.
Everywhere they remember.
Everything they have ever done.
Their homes.
Their schools.
Their memories.
Their entire lives.
Dead.
Gone.
Destroyed.
There are so few left, so few others left to keep them from going completely insane.
From losing themselves.
From cracking from the pressure.
From giving up.
From becoming enveloped in their own despair.
From being some of the loneliest beings in existence.
They bond, they become best friends, and yet, the longer they know each other-
Imagine it. Everything you have ever done is gone. Look around, it is destroyed. Your school, gone. Your home, gone. Most of your family and friends, gone. That one vacation? Gone. Your favorite camp? Gone. That one romantic place? Completely gone. The blue sky? The smell of seasons changing? The cooking of your mother? The holidays? Your music, your art, your accomplishments your most prized possessions? Gone. You will never see it again. You will never feel their comforts. Do not even bother remembering. Everything you have accomplished in life is meaningless. Your test scores, your hard work, that competition, they are nothing. There is nothing. Nothing matters anymore.
Your dreams, your hopes, the future you worked so hard for, it is gone forever.
Almost everyone you know is dead and you may have been responsible for killing them. Close your eyes. Individually imagine everyone you know. The ones you love the most. Imagine their thoughts in their final moments. Their absolute fear, their terrified faces, their bodies that will never be mourned.
Your fault.
You have nothing but the clothes on your back and the few others who have survived with you.
Your memories haunt you, and yet you are forced to fight for your life.
You are surrounded in blood. Everything wants to kill you. If you are injured, there is no hospital. There is nobody to kiss it better. There are no bandaids, ice packs, or anyone to care. If you stop moving, you will die.
If you are sad, there is nobody to comfort you. Nobody to hug you. Nobody to tell you that everything will be okay. Go ahead and cry, there is nobody to listen.
You cannot hug your bear, your blankie, that one thing your friend gave you so long ago. It is gone and they are dead.
There are few left. Very few. You get to know one of them. You cling to them like a lifeline. They are one of the last things for you to look forward to, talking with them. You become great friends. Having saved their life, them having saved yours, having been through everything with them, they are one of your last hopes.
Then you will watch them die.
Your one last hope of comfort, support, hope, gone.
These kids are 13 and they are left with nothing.
That is the definition of absolute despair.
They get to know each other so well - they get to bond, learn about their societies, and work together to try to save the universe. They are the last of their respective populations.
Most of their families are gone.
Everyone they know.
Everywhere they remember.
Everything they have ever done.
Their homes.
Their schools.
Their memories.
Their entire lives.
Dead.
Gone.
Destroyed.
There are so few left, so few others left to keep them from going completely insane.
From losing themselves.
From cracking from the pressure.
From giving up.
From becoming enveloped in their own despair.
From being some of the loneliest beings in existence.
They bond, they become best friends, and yet, the longer they know each other-
Imagine it. Everything you have ever done is gone. Look around, it is destroyed. Your school, gone. Your home, gone. Most of your family and friends, gone. That one vacation? Gone. Your favorite camp? Gone. That one romantic place? Completely gone. The blue sky? The smell of seasons changing? The cooking of your mother? The holidays? Your music, your art, your accomplishments your most prized possessions? Gone. You will never see it again. You will never feel their comforts. Do not even bother remembering. Everything you have accomplished in life is meaningless. Your test scores, your hard work, that competition, they are nothing. There is nothing. Nothing matters anymore.
Your dreams, your hopes, the future you worked so hard for, it is gone forever.
Almost everyone you know is dead and you may have been responsible for killing them. Close your eyes. Individually imagine everyone you know. The ones you love the most. Imagine their thoughts in their final moments. Their absolute fear, their terrified faces, their bodies that will never be mourned.
Your fault.
You have nothing but the clothes on your back and the few others who have survived with you.
Your memories haunt you, and yet you are forced to fight for your life.
You are surrounded in blood. Everything wants to kill you. If you are injured, there is no hospital. There is nobody to kiss it better. There are no bandaids, ice packs, or anyone to care. If you stop moving, you will die.
If you are sad, there is nobody to comfort you. Nobody to hug you. Nobody to tell you that everything will be okay. Go ahead and cry, there is nobody to listen.
You cannot hug your bear, your blankie, that one thing your friend gave you so long ago. It is gone and they are dead.
There are few left. Very few. You get to know one of them. You cling to them like a lifeline. They are one of the last things for you to look forward to, talking with them. You become great friends. Having saved their life, them having saved yours, having been through everything with them, they are one of your last hopes.
Then you will watch them die.
Your one last hope of comfort, support, hope, gone.
These kids are 13 and they are left with nothing.
That is the definition of absolute despair.