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John reads HomestuckYour name is John Egbert.
You have just dscovered a mysterious yet amazing website full of pictures, drawrings, even a few stories too. It is called DeviantArt.
After browsing around for a few hours, obviously having nothing else to do, you decide to goof off, and type in your name.The results come in by the thousands, and some out of many grab your attention.
It turns out that many of these pictures resemble you, and your friends Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, and Jade Harley. After some further investigation, it turns out that some people have also creating drawrings of trolls that you know of; Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Vriska Serket, and so on. There are even some trolls you have never herd of. And what the heck is a fantroll?
You decide to try to find out where all of this has come from. You begin by looking up the word, "Homestuck" which seems to appear next to your name, while attached to a picture of you. The results you recive are completly insane to you.
It all ranges from qu
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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