[The feed comes on to show Karkat's glowering face. He's at the Inn, and sitting with his back to the cupboard under the stairs. It's quite early in the morning, so there's no people in the room with him at that precise moment in time ( Read more... )

ALL RIGHT ( Read more... )

WELL NOW THAT MY FUCKING INSIDES FEEL LIKE THEY'VE THAWED, I NEED TO ANNOUNCE SOMETHING TO YOU GUYS ( Read more... )

YOU KNOW WHAT ( Read more... )

Warnings for blood, but nothing else! However, I feel I should mention that you should feel free to have your character enter this dream as a Troll!

( MESS ME UP 6EY9ND ALL REC9GNITI9N )

[The feed comes on, seemingly by accident.]

Okay, fuckass, let's do this thing.

[Karkat's voice has that outdoor quality. It's also clearly not directed at the feed, but definitely audible. His general tone is just shy of shouting, after all.You know where the pressure points for this fucking roof is, right? Do I need to show you again? No? Okay ( Read more... )

TAVROS.
JOHN.
IF YOU TWO FUCKSTICKS THINK YOU'RE GOING ANYWHERE,
I WILL HUNT YOU THE FUCK DOWN
AND I WILL FESTOON THE ALIGNED PLANETS WITH YOUR INNARDS.
ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR HERE?

FUCK. THAT.

((BACKDATED to the 21st June!))

( LOCKED TO SCHNEIZEL EL BRITANNIA, 34% )

[Karkat turns the video on while he's stuffing something into an evelope. After a moment, it's easy to see that it's a fistful of hair. There's a ragged clump of hair missing from the right side, looking as though he's sheared it off with one of his sickles. Obviously, this is exactly what he's done.Stupid fucking snail mail bullshit. Who the fuck ( Read more... )