yet another homestuck liveblog.
in which one day i made the mistake of asking my best friend (who in the previous two months had done nothing but blabber about homestuck) what the webcomic actually was about and he somehow convinced me to make a liveblog. You can now start reading from the beginning!!
“The moon’s an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun.” -Mark Twain
You are almost certain Mark Twain said that.
Nope, that’s Shakespeare. And no, I have not just looked it up on Wikiquote, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just that cultivated.
GAMEBRO MAGAZINE IS FIRE-RESISTANT
You examine the SACRED URN containing your departed NANNA’S ASHES.
When your father gives her portrait a wistful glance now and then, you can tell it brings back painful memories. A tall bookshelf. A ladder. An unabridged COLONEL SASSACRE’S.
He never wants to talk about it.
When I lamented the lack of other family members, I meant I wanted to see living family members. With all due respect to dead grandma, of course.
Also, I was going to say he would have surely broken that urn sooner or later but
Yeah, nevermind.
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