==> ENTER: THE DEFENESTRATED NODE
You are **THE BARD OF BLASPHEMIES.**
Through endless recursion and a mirthful haze of calamity, you have finally breached the last, half-collapsed corridor of Session 426. Your Emissary of Rage, **piplioβ**, stalks the edges of the battlefield with quiet intensity. The air itself trembles with residual clown-coded hostility.
Rosie Riviter has already entered the Medium, slipping past your looming presence. That leaves only three constants in this knot of reality: **yourself**, **piplioβ**, and the UNIVERSAL CONSTANT you infected the first time you ever set foot here — **Jargen Makara**. His aura still seethes with the infection you planted, an echo of rage woven into his very being.
The landscape around you is wrong. Where the HOUDINI HIVE once stood is now a raw patch of **OVERGROWN VEGETATION**. Two adult humans crouch among the foliage, seemingly unfazed by their sudden relocation. They pluck **ELONGATED ORANGE CONES** from the earth — carrots, perhaps — caught up in a **WAVE OF NOSTALGIA** so thick it coats their expressions in bittersweet resignation.
Just beyond them, in the vacant space left by the vanished Hive, a cluster of ancient machines slouch in the dirt. They are battered, dust-choked, and unmistakably **SBURB DEVICES** — the kind that once carried universes on their backs. Their screens flicker faintly, waiting for input, for a command, for a hand to wake them. The wind catches on broken architecture. The neon threads of the Medium shimmer overhead. **What will you do?**
The Real Homestuck?
That's the friends we made along the way!
mIrAcLeS ):0)
https://www.reddit.com/r/TheRealHomestuck/s/2gCp8ku8rH
