Homestuck.XYZ 2.0

Sweet Jesus I hope this works....

Your name is Porrim Maryam. You look a little different because an image of porrim's canon roomsprite that wasn't a jpeg was difficult to find, and you're in a different room because that's what happens when you are triple dead. Which you are, this has happened, we'll get back to that a little later, hopefully. I'm really terrible at following up on promises lately. Life sure is weird in the double afterlife, as you can see by the fact that you are standing in the room of one JOHN EGBERT. Which you maybe shouldn't have known, but might know anyway, for reasons I don't consciously know. You've been taking it easy. The effects on the short term memory in triple death are even greater than the effects on the memory during double death, and though you and your triple-dead friends have been trying to help eachother you can't help but lose your memory, over, and over again, and you can't help but feel like nothing is going to exist soon. You're not at peace with that yet, you still feel like there's something you can do about this, but you think you're running out of time and you're not sure if you'll figure out how to stop it soon enough. You're also not sure what the appropriate level of stress to feel in a situation like this is. You've successfully Not been a HUGE BITCH, which is both good and bad, as you've come to realize. I would ask what you do, and I may take some suggestions, but honestly... what I really want is help.

Help making this forum adventure, not any other kind of help. Asking for that would be silly, none of you know anything about that. Of course.

A little bit of background feels in order.

Vriska lost in the final battle with Lord English. Nobody expected this, but, after some consideration afterwards, everyone felt like they should've seen it coming. Never before had any of her triumphant attempts at self-sacrifice meant anything good for anyone in the narrative, and now they still won't, partly because Vriska failed to stop Lord English from destroying absolutely everything, and partly because Vriska is also now triple dead. Typical, I expected better from her, everyone did, and everyone was Let Down, again. This has happened too many times. Luckily it seems unlikely to happen again. What Great Luck.


Admittedly this parlance took a lot of effort and has left me tired and maybe a little depressed. I'm not sure if I still have depression.

Things are significantly quieter now that Lord English has destroyed everything, however. Quiet enough for you to feel like maybe things will be okay. Just maybe. Your lingering fear that everything is ending and you're making everyone around you extremely upset persists, however, and you feel you should probably relax. Your two hobbies of choice, playfully harassing people on the internet and ####### ### ########### ####, don't seem to have prevented what you're currently feeling, so you should probably do something else. The room you are in is your rather limited oyster, and you wonder what you will do.

mspainadventures wrote: ↑

Tue Jun 30, 2020 1:37 pm

Sweet Jesus I hope this works....

You look a little different because an image of porrim's canon roomsprite that wasn't a jpeg was difficult to find

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Help making this forum adventure, not any other kind of help. Asking for that would be silly, none of you know anything about that. Of course.

I... what? huh? (you needing sprites? I may have some. Unless it's just a narrative style you're going for)

foreverFlummoxed wrote: ↑

Tue Jun 30, 2020 3:30 pm

(you needing sprites? I may have some. Unless it's just a narrative style you're going for)

(I'll admit, this is a bit of a fan-vent-ture. A venting fanventure, or at least it is right now, which I hope explains some of the story's idiosyncracies. Sprites would be lovely if you have some available, the mspa wiki has been short-handing it's readerbase on that front.)

(An Addition, A Silly One: You seem flummoxed :3)

You ate something and played a game. You are feeling better but there's room for improvement.

It slowly begins to dawn on you that, somewhere far away, somewhere you can barely remember, Lord English hasn't actually destroyed everything around him, not quite yet,
but what also begins to dawn on you, is that this might not matter?

Maybe the whole point of the very existence of canon, is to give the Lordass somewhere where he can destroy things without it meaning bad shit for anyone elsewhere, where he can traipse around in his oversized coat and be a huge asshole somewhere that doesn't matter to you or any of your triple dead friends. Maybe. You briefly feel sorry for him? You're not sure how to feel about this. Canon seems like his prison and you're pretty sure everyone is better off with him there, probably including him.

It begins to dawn on you how silly it is to wax sympathetic for the person who brought you to your triple death like this. Triple death isn't really that fun. It also begins to dawn on you. How silly it is that the viewport is still aimed squarely at your quissical face.

Not that this worries you.

Can't have much to worry about if you can't remember shit.

You decide to head towards your computer to do some research on possible analogous conditions and how to deal with various forms of memory deterioration.

While you were away some terrible bizznasty happened.

In the vast reaches of elsewhere,,.

The challenger. He appeared.

New realizations were had, and new fears were unlocked, in addition, to new hatreds, secrets were unveiled, terrible secrets

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What the fuck is this man's name.
(I really am waiting for some suggestions on this matter.)

Porrim has learned quite a bit about her condition but has failed to find any ways to effectively treat it personally. She guesses she'll keep looking.

mspainadventures wrote: ↑

Wed Jul 01, 2020 3:05 pm

What the fuck is this man's name.
(I really am waiting for some suggestions on this matter.)

Totgoat von Clownstab

(I have no idea what's going on here but I love it)

Your name is gamez makale.




And you've got a hankerin' to do the Lord's Work.

thus spake cowabunga. an dominos.

>Gamez: Do the Lord's Work by covering his shift at McDonald's.

Contact your good friend porima mariyamuam

theartvoid wrote: ↑

Thu Jul 02, 2020 9:26 pm

>Gamez: Do the Lord's Work by covering his shift at McDonald's.

You make a darn good cheeseburger to put on the altar for your mirthful messiahs. (That being the kitchen table.)

You get a little bit of mustard on your finger in the process.

https://www.wikihow.com/Remember-Someth ... You-Forgot

Oh no.

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>What do you remember of the time when you were only dead once?