Homestuck.XYZ 2.0

Happy 720 specularnaodm, y'all!

Yeah... his old chiptune stuff is so good....


(60hz version)

That being said, I still listen to the TimeTrax soundtrack on occasion.

Autumn all the way. It just has, the perfect weather. It's just warm enough to be able to enjoy being outside for a long while, without being too hot or cold. And not only that, but the colored leaves! The beautiful colored leaves! I truly feel like I'm in my element in the fall. (Also, Halloween is...

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(I am so glad trol seasson is a thing over here. It's been too many years since I've read it and honestly reading this magnificent trash improved my day.)

Basically, someone from the mario paint composer community was into it and sent me a link over skype. I think it was RehdBlob? Also, one of the pokemon forums I was a member of had a lot of homestuck fans, as evident from the trolls I saw in their signatures. It just all sorta surrounded me and I di...

The wooden door is still blocking the way forward. There is not anything else in the hallway aside from what you may have brought with you.
The door is surprisingly well preserved. Perhaps it was treated with some sort of lacquer finish?

The eldritch magic trail leads "Jane" straight into the temple. It is a long dark hallway that greets her, lit only by the pulsing energy that flows between convoluted rectangular stone constructs in the walls. A rather sturdy wooden door blocks the way about 40 feet down that hall. If one were to ...

"..." Ingacia says nothing, still knocked out. Their outfit is a drabber, much less extravagant version of what they had been wearing earlier, though "Jane" will likely not be aware of this, considering she just got here. Meanwhile, a presence is shifting inside of the temple. Those able to sense s...

((Yeah, I've been co-pantsing with the others here. It's pretty fun when there's stuff to work upon.)) The temple looms before the party, still glowing and still open. Ignacia is still knocked out. It hasn't exactly been all that long since they became unconscious, after all. The young girl may be a...

Ignacia is successfully picked up by Gaval before falling. The bright hues of their clothes begin to flicker to a more drab attire underneath. "..." They are still knocked out, but appear to still be breathing. Meanwhile, the temple beckons with open doors, walls and floors still pulsing with magic...

Ignacia is pleased with the confidence of their allies, and continues to recite the longform spell upon the ritual platform. The entire area is lit up with the energy pouring through the place. https://i.imgur.com/qYdzerG.png Soon enough, Iglacia reaches the final stanza of the ancient longform spe...

Ignacia reaches for a bottle from a hidden sachel. Inside, is a jar of apple juice. It's not the most powerful drink for recovery, but it helps. They unseal the jar and take a swig of the fruity beverage. ...That hits the spot. Ignacia puts the jar away again, now holding only half as much. They st...

"Thank you, I chose it myself." Ignacia replied to the unhooked figure. The detail about having to be the one to open the temple is a detail not lost upon them. One has to get to a great level of magical prowess to pull off a hard-light illusion. Ignacia had pursued the study of advanced illusion m...

"My name is..."
the stranger's words trail off.
"...you can call me, Ignacia."

Uh, whatever this is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyLNOXI_2_M Been listening to a lot of relaxing new age synth stuff, as well as a bunch of obscure funky jazz fusion albums. Can't remember any of their names since they're all just sorta found on youtube. Never been all that good at remembering ...

The stranger looks out at the land beyond the cleared fog. They almost gasp in awe at the sight. They mask this sense of wonder with their usual deceptively cool composure. "It truly is the stuff of legends. It is not every day that such an opportunity is afforded." A deep breath between illuminate...

The stranger winks with a smirk. "Boy? I haven't tried to fit myself in that square hole for years." they tip their floppy Carmen Sandiego-esque hat and with a flourish of the hand out to the side, wings made of light unfurl from the stranger's back! Dazzling glowing feathers radiate outwards, some...

Ethereal flower petals dance about upon a sudden light breeze. Before fading, they herald the near silent footsteps of a tall, long haired stranger. They wear a colorful flowing outfit that somehow manages to be light and mobile enough for travel. Perhaps by magic? "...So the prophecy is coming to ...

apparently I'm a Heir of Void what the fuck do I do I don't remember what Equius could do besides punch really hard Void is said to concern that which is empty and/or obscure. That which is in shadow, often not understood well. Heirs are often said to embody or become their aspect. Going by just na...

I woke up at 6 something in the morning, checked my phone, got slightly disappointed, and then went back to sleep.
Just need to remind myself that nobody will get removed from this game so everything's still good.