(Untitled)

[threshprince]

[Today, something strange is going on by Marcy's silo.

Comments

[bluetilator]

What do you think you are doing?

[threshprince]

CALMING AN ANGRY TENTACLEBEAST THE FUCK DOWN
SO IT DOESN'T TRY TO KILL US FOR LANDING ON IT WHEN WE ESCAPED.

[bluetilator]

You should not have landed on her.

[threshprince]

LOOK AT THE THINK PAN ON THIS ONE.
HOLY SHIT, GIVE IT AN AWARD.
CLEARLY WHEN ESCAPING FROM AN INTERDIMENSIONAL VOID-PRISON, WE'VE GOT THE ENTIRE CAMP TO CHOOSE FROM FOR OUR DESTINATION.
I JUST THOUGHT PISSING OFF THE MURDEROUS TENTACLEBEAST SOUNDED LIKE A GREAT WAY TO SPEND MY FIRST AFTERNOON BACK IN EXISTENCE

[bluetilator]

You have also angered me.

[threshprince]

OH, OKAY.
NOW TELL ME WHY I SHOULD GIVE A SHIT.

[bluetilator]

I will cut you in half.

[threshprince]

GOOD FUCKING LUCK WITH THAT.
YOU'D HAVE TO GOD TIER TO EVEN TRY.

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria, of the Old Ones, god-king of the Primordium. I have walked endless worlds and crushed entire armies beneath my feet. I am stuck surrounded by annoying, whiny humans bleating their problems at me day after day, this is my only place of rest, and it is my feeling you should leave Marcy alone.

[threshprince]

WOW, OKAY, FINE.
I'M KARKAT VANTAS, THE KNIGHT OF BLOOD.
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF MY HOME PLANET.
I'VE KILLED IMPS, OGRES, MONSTERS YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE, AND A 12X-PROTOTYPED BLACK KING, POWERED UP BY THE EMISSARY FROM THE FURTHEST RING.
I AM NOT ONLY SURROUNDED BY WHINING, ANNOYING HUMANS BITCHING ABOUT THEIR PROBLEMS DAY AFTER DAY
I ALSO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE OTHER TROLLS HERE AND STOP THEM FROM KILLING EACH OTHER AGAIN
ALONG WITH THE WHINY-ASS NON-HUMANS HERE WHO WON'T SHUT UP
AND THEN I GOT STUCK IN A WEIRD-ASS VOID DIMENSION WITH THREE MORE WHINY HUMANS.
AND WHEN I FINALLY GET OUT I'M STUCK DEALING WITH THIS SHIT.
SO GO FILL YOUR OWN BUCKET AND DRINK IT SOMEWHERE ELSE, I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO BE HERE EITHER.

[bluetilator]

[throwing the nearest thing at you]

Get away from Marcy's silo! You give me a headache!

[honktraband]

[Who knew she was juggalokind? Not me. Watch out for those horns.]

[threshprince]

[You were ready to defend against a weapon. A thrown MOIRAIL, not so much.

That is to say you are completely bowled over.]