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Karkat is doing something weird again.
When you have near-infinite storage capacity with a psychic interface, there is precious little reason to throw anything away. After all, you might need it later. But after a while you start to accumulate so much shit that it becomes difficult to find any specific thing, even if all you have to do is think about it.
This is why there is a grey alien adolescent occupying a table that is increasingly laden with an exceptional variety of colorful and bizarre weapons, all of them variations on the theme of sickle. Karkat is finally cleaning out his strife specibus. From time to time he draws a couple more out of thin air and adds them to one of the heaps.
Man, he sure built up a lot of these damn things.
When you have near-infinite storage capacity with a psychic interface, there is precious little reason to throw anything away. After all, you might need it later. But after a while you start to accumulate so much shit that it becomes difficult to find any specific thing, even if all you have to do is think about it.
This is why there is a grey alien adolescent occupying a table that is increasingly laden with an exceptional variety of colorful and bizarre weapons, all of them variations on the theme of sickle. Karkat is finally cleaning out his strife specibus. From time to time he draws a couple more out of thin air and adds them to one of the heaps.
Man, he sure built up a lot of these damn things.