Andrew Hussie goes on an adventure to revive his authorself and save paradox space. text based because i hate drawing
You are ANDREW HUSSIE. you have recently finished reading the latest updates of HS:BC and you are SORT OF A LITTLE ANNOYED at the recent reimplementation of READER SUGGESTION. it was removed originally because PARADOX SPACE was becoming unstable, but the bar went back down over the HIATUS so you're pretty sure it will be fine.
if it wasn't already obvious, paradox space, sburb, skia and all that stuff is real. you woke up as your AUTHORSELF a few years before you started making comics, though you hadn't exactly realised it yet. Anyway, altering the cosmosition of paradox space can have all sorts of bad effects, which you managed to avoid the worst of with ample hiatuses and locking down reader suggestion in the middle of the comic. your AUTHORSELF died to a particularly nasty glitch though, and you are currently in no way related to homestuck, but you have a feeling that something paradox space-y is going to happen.
ai zlop pfp no one iz gonna take you zeriouzly rofl
hehehe :x
as is previously mentioned, i hate drawing. i just wanted a personal pfp that didnt take weeks. if you want to redraw it for me that would be cool tho
RE: @gaurdiancryogeneticist
that's when you use something like a stock photo or a screenshot of your favorite video game
or like, just throw shit together in ms paint and call it a day like i used to do
(now i just throw shit together in paintnet, firealpaca or flash and call it a day)
https://kurosurintomasu.nekoweb.org/
> AH: Descend to basement and perform daily inspection of your captive Toby Radiation Fox
When the beat drops I'm going to fucking kill myself
> AH: Descend to basement and perform daily inspection of your captive Toby Radiation Fox
You head downstairs and do the rounds. You get Toby some irradiated steak and water. Toby is what you named your pet first guardian, because he's radioactive and he's a fox. He is technically your only vector of contact with paradox space now, so it wouldn't be good if he went back to japan to eat more tourists.
Suddenly, and without user prompting, the paradox space stability bar takes a massive hit! The only thing that could be this bad for it would be multiple serious sequence breaks followed by a large number of new fans joining all at once! Some quick back-of-the-napkin calculation leads you to believe that two whole characters were teased before John was even mentioned, Dave was shown before Rose, AND Jade was shown before Dadbert. Worse still is that you can barely restabilise it without your AUTHORSELF intact, and as dire as this is, you won't throw yourself down those stairs again. Never. Again. You warn yourself about the stairs just in case.
Even if the best way to regain stability is through SBaHJ jokes, using yourself instead of 15 thousand cloned Sweet Bros is not something you are going to resort to, and you haven't tried everything yet. You sit down at your tablet with MS Paint open and prepare to draw whatever you are prompted by the whims of THE READERSHIP.
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?
> ENTER NAME
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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> AH: Whinny like a stallion and violently shit your pants
When the beat drops I'm going to fucking kill myself