Homestuck.XYZ 2.0

The Mining Corporation of Ymca trolternia (MCY) controls vast swathes of lan in trolternia (as well as a chain of department stores, the water rights of the moon (a brutal war still rages over the water lefts)), and a brand called “RAT” that was created exclusively to manage their patent troll properties). It’d take about eighteen hours of driving on this gravel road to get out of the MCT Supramiami Autonomous Zone.



There is a faster road, though. A more dangerous, rare, and illegal road. “The Railroad”

You focus your eye on the overpass and let your foot’s weight press the gas pedal down to the weathered, dusty faux leather of the cab floor. You’ve had your morning coffee, without which you literally can’t survive (you will die, this is not a hyperbole). The taste still lingers on your tongue. Fresh. While holding the wheel with your knees, you pull out your radio and log onto your group chat.
The connection crackles as you pass under a power line, and you have to restart the call.
You wait for a reply for several seconds, then realize with a pang of hunger that you haven’t eaten breakfast yet.









You open up your fridge and kiss your beefcake. Luscious gobbets of meat and strawberries mix with subtle whipped cream and soft meringue. You begin to salivate, opening your mouth - CRUNCH!!!






You’ve run aground!!! A smaller truck is lodged in your left front bumper. Your FIGUREHEADS hiss in alarm at the same time as steam begins hissing from under the hood of the other vehicle.


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