THE READERSHIP fails you. Yet another WRITER'S BLOCK added to your wall of scorn. There are a few ways you could get THE READERSHIP interested again. The simplest is;

A not-so-young man is standing in his apartment on a particularly middling September afternoon. Though it was 46 years ago you were given a name, it is only today that you need to get back into a homestuck-like format. What is this man's name?

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Your name is ANDREW HUSSIE, and you are an AUTHOR of PARAGALACTIC SCALE. You enjoy various things, including and almost limited to an intense passion for HORSES and others of EQUINE PERSUASION. You used to exist partly in a dimension of FANTASY and MAGIC, but have since STOPPED DOING THAT. Sometimes, very rarely, you might UPDATE YOUR COMIC. (Sometimes.)

Around your bedroom are items that reflect these interests. Posters and art line the walls, the space of highest honour above your bed being permanently allocated to the art of a horse fighting a football player that you commissioned and has been your favourite possession ever since. Your desk holds your drawing tablet, multiple monitors open to your various comics, and the key to your apartment. Your bed is in a quantum superposition of made and unmade, which you have prolonged by sleeping on the couch for multiple years.

In terms of sylladex, you use the Retcon Modus as long as you can convincingly retcon it into your sylladex, you can have always had it in there. You use Keykind for your Strife Specibus, though it's currently empty.

What should you do?

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