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[ It’s a peculiar scene. Several GPSes have been set in a pile of black stones and sticks. For a few moments, there’s only Karkat breathing. Finally, he speaks: ]
It’s fucking robots. They’ve been spreading this shit. [ The camera moves to a typical Sacrosanct drone that’s been hacked to pieces. It must have contained some Black Rock, because that ( Read more... )
It’s fucking robots. They’ve been spreading this shit. [ The camera moves to a typical Sacrosanct drone that’s been hacked to pieces. It must have contained some Black Rock, because that ( Read more... )
Karkat has taken a swan dive off into the deep end of the crazy pool. At that very moment, blood trickles out of the eyes of the corpses of the dead troll Olympic judges as though they were weeping at the sheer beauty of his acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle (although that might just be residual effects of the psychic scream that killed them all, all things considered).
Terezi is briefly thankful that at least he hasn't completely cut off ties with everyone and drank a ton of Kool-Aid, but this is a small comfort at best.]
Jegus fuck! Karkat, where the hell are you?
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[ Losing rant-steam fast. ]
Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.
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You can't blame yourself for everything, Karkat. You can't hold yourself responsible for all of our mistakes and poor judgment. Sitting here and beating yourself up isn't helping anything or anyone.
You're our leader, Karkat. Now is not the time to break down.
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[ There's a noise that sounds like a cross between growling and FUCKMYLIFEEE. It's a real noise, though. I think I heard it on the Discovery Channel once. During Shark Week. ]
I can't fucking-- HURGH. I'm sorry, shit. Oh god. Hold on. [ DEEP BREATHS KARKAT. YOU ARE THE LEADER. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LEADER AND NOTHING YOU DO IS RIGHT. BUT.
... Siiigh. ]
Okay. Okay. I think... I think I'm going to stay out here and clean this shit up where I find it. Make sure it doesn't spread to the treehive. Just to give us enough time to come up with a plan, you know?
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Karkat: 1
KARKAT GETS A POINT BECAUSE THIS IS A WIN ALL AROUND]
Good idea.
[that soft pap is the sound of Terezi's box full of her chalk and paint being thrown out a window and hitting the ground]
I was outside earlier sniffing around and marking areas that I could smell the black rock on. Can you keep doing that while you're out there?
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It doesn't look like I'm a carrier... [ And it's true. Shit's not dying in his path. Pebbles aren't erupting out of the ground where he steps. But he's still worried all the same. He takes care not to touch shit around the treehive and chooses his steps carefully. Picks up the art supplies. ]
Is there any specific color you want? You know, something that'll make sniffing death slightly less repulsive or whatever.
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Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing. Relax. Don't do it. Deep breaths in and out.
Look within yourself. Touch that wellspring of artistic creativity that resides within all of us. Drink from its waters. Bask in its radiance.
Once you have been refreshed and inspired, reach within that box and pull out the first tube of paint or stick of chalk you touch, because I don't give a single fuck whatever you choose.
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[ PICKING THE UGLIEST OF GREENS. IT IS LIKE BABY PUKE AND EVERY TERRIBLE SMELL EVER IMAGINED. ]
...Talk to you later, I guess. Don't die, dumbass.
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You too. Be careful out there.
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