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18th Feb '18 4:42:27 AM Sniccups
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-> -Vriska, [[http://www.mspaintadventures.com/index.php?s=6&p=004099 here]]

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-> -Vriska, [[http://www.mspaintadventures.com/index.php?s=6&p=004099 php?s=6&p=004098 here]]
18th Feb '18 4:41:56 AM Sniccups
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-> Vriska, [[http://www.mspaintadventures.com/index.php?s=6&p=004099 here]]

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-> Vriska, -Vriska, [[http://www.mspaintadventures.com/index.php?s=6&p=004099 here]]
18th Feb '18 4:41:34 AM Sniccups
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-> As you were saying. So many irons in the fire. Such a tangled web. It is a web full of flaming irons and mixed metaphors.
-> Vriska, [[http://www.mspaintadventures.com/index.php?s=6&p=004099 here]]
13th Dec '17 3:42:29 PM Twiddler
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->VRISKA: The treasure's down there. If my guess is right, it should be buried somewhere in one of his ancient memories. By now we've all been windbagged to hell and back by my dear ancestor. So I'll trust nobody's gonna mind indulging one of MY stories. There was a pretty good yarn about this treasure I read once during our travels. Found in some damn memory, who knows whose. It was a good read. IMPECCABLE prose. Failing to do it justice would be the real matter of gray morality here, if you ask me. But right now I ain't in the mood to figure out how not to make it ***ing suck. So I'll just say this. It was supposedly a weapon that once belonged to him. But he could never use it without altering its nature. Meaning he could only use it once. So he did. After that, it could only be used again one more time. And only as a weapon against him. Knowing it was one of the keys to his defeat, he had it locked away deep in the void. That's it. Part one of my story. Hold your applause. Guess we'll find out if that's true. Or if it turns out all my despicable *** was in vain.
->VRISKA: Not that it would even matter to some people. You know, they can say whatever they want about me. But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water. He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees. That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens. You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all those aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow. You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die." And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche." That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a *** about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch of ghosts in order to kill that guy forever. They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy. Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves. These ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic ***ing scale. I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that. You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.

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->VRISKA: The treasure's down there. If my guess is right, it should be buried somewhere in one of his ancient memories. By now we've all been windbagged to hell and back by my dear ancestor. So I'll trust nobody's gonna mind indulging one of MY stories. There was a pretty good yarn about this treasure I read once during our travels. Found in some damn memory, who knows whose. It was a good read. IMPECCABLE prose. Failing to do it justice would be the real matter of gray morality here, if you ask me. But right now I ain't in the mood to figure out how not to make it ***ing fucking suck. So I'll just say this. It was supposedly a weapon that once belonged to him. But he could never use it without altering its nature. Meaning he could only use it once. So he did. After that, it could only be used again one more time. And only as a weapon against him. Knowing it was one of the keys to his defeat, he had it locked away deep in the void. That's it. Part one of my story. Hold your applause. Guess we'll find out if that's true. Or if it turns out all my despicable *** shit was in vain.
->VRISKA: Not that it would even matter to some people. You know, they can say whatever they want about me. But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water. He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees. That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens. You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all those aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow. You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die." And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche." That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a *** shit about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch of ghosts in order to kill that guy forever. They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy. Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves. These ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic ***ing fucking scale. I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that. You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.
13th Dec '17 12:20:50 PM StarSong212
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->VRISKA: By being me. [note] This is quirkscrubbed to make it easier to read. [\note]

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->VRISKA: By being me. [note] [[note]] This is quirkscrubbed to make it easier to read. [\note]
read, since it's so long. [[/note]]
13th Dec '17 12:19:09 PM StarSong212
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->VRISKA: By being me. [note] This is quirkscrubbed to make it easier to read. [/note]

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->VRISKA: By being me. [note] This is quirkscrubbed to make it easier to read. [/note]
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13th Dec '17 12:17:50 PM StarSong212
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->VRISKA: Party's over, folks. The pirate playtime wiggler jamboree was fun while it lasted. But it's time to get serious.
->VRISKA: The treasure's down there. If my guess is right, it should be buried somewhere in one of his ancient memories. By now we've all been windbagged to hell and back by my dear ancestor. So I'll trust nobody's gonna mind indulging one of MY stories. There was a pretty good yarn about this treasure I read once during our travels. Found in some damn memory, who knows whose. It was a good read. IMPECCABLE prose. Failing to do it justice would be the real matter of gray morality here, if you ask me. But right now I ain't in the mood to figure out how not to make it ****ing suck. So I'll just say this. It was supposedly a weapon that once belonged to him. But he could never use it without altering its nature. Meaning he could only use it once. So he did. After that, it could only be used again one more time. And only as a weapon against him. Knowing it was one of the keys to his defeat, he had it locked away deep in the void. That's it. Part one of my story. Hold your applause. Guess we'll find out if that's true. Or if it turns out all my despicable **** was in vain.
->VRISKA: Not that it would even matter to some people. You know, they can say whatever they want about me. But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water. He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees. That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens. You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all those aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow. You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die." And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche." That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a **** about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch of ghosts in order to kill that guy forever. They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy. Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves. These ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic ****ing scale. I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that. You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.
->VRISKA: By being me. [note] This is quirkscrubbed to make it easier to read. [/note]
13th Sep '17 2:46:07 PM riking
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11th May '17 9:18:10 PM DustSnitch
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->"As described on the MSPA websiteMspa icon, Homestuck is "a tale about a boy and his friends and a game they play together." But it is truly a story of a webcomic's ascension into anime."

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->"As described on the MSPA websiteMspa icon, website, Homestuck is "a tale about a boy and his friends and a game they play together." But it is truly a story of a webcomic's ascension into anime."
11th May '17 9:17:48 PM DustSnitch
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\n[[/folder]]->"As described on the MSPA websiteMspa icon, Homestuck is "a tale about a boy and his friends and a game they play together." But it is truly a story of a webcomic's ascension into anime."
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