NO. NO NO NO. NO NO NO. YOU CANNOT STOP. LIKE THAT. I DEMAND. THAT THE TERRIBLE AUTHOR FUCKER CONTINUE ONTO THE NEXT INSTALLMENT. OF HOMOSUCK. OTHERWISE. I WILL KILL HIM. AGAIN. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
Okay. A couple of seconds have passed, so it's okay now. The author can't be killed off because he's sitting in front of his computer right now working his butt off on that gigapause.
No- you're not getting it. The Andrew Hussie in the webcomic isn't the same real-life Andrew Hussie. Point in case? The real Andrew Hussie has a mouth. You can kill off the comic Hussie all you want. I'm not going to stop you.
But f you kill off the real Andrew Hussie, the comic will end right then and there. The story will never officially reach a conclusion. Though I assume it'll end off with you winning. You're an overpowered evil jar of breeze. Why don't you just let the real Hussie live and then get ready for the inevitable end of your comic? It's not like it'll last forever. My webcomic didn't.
BUT YOU FORGET. IT IS NO LONGER. *HIS* WEBCOMIC. IT IS MINE. I HAVE FORGED HOMOSUCK. FROM THE FIRES OF CONTRIVED PLOT DEVELOPMENT. AND RANDOM BULLSHIT. AND IT IS TRULY. THE GREATEST WEBCOMIC. IN ALL OF EVER.
There's people controlling us. Well, not really controlling us. Our thoughts and personalities dictate what that person controlling us can actually have us do. But they're the ones typing out our every action. They're our authors. Or, in this case, our mundanes.
[It should be known that Petitus is from a webcomic with no fourth wall.]
YES. I AM AWARE OF THIS. HOWEVER. I HAVE ALREADY WRESTED CONTROL. FROM MY "AUTHOR". OR. AS YOU CALL HIM. "MUNDANE". AND ALSO. KILLED HIM IN THE FUTURE. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
[ caliborn that is not what anybody is talking about at all ]
[Petitus sighs then points to the brackets that say [ caliborn that is not what anybody is talking about at all ]. He hopes that this makes sense for Caliborn.]
Good. Yes. That's your mundane. And I don't think you can kill your mundane. After all, we're both just words and one of fifteen different pictures at a single time.
JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR, I'M ONLY AGREEING WITH YOU RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MAYBE IF HOMOSUCK STARTS HAPPENING AGAIN THEN *MAYBE* JOHN'S SITUATION WILL GET UN-FUCKED. OR MORE FUCKED OR PERHAPS CARESSED GENTLY WHILE SWEET NOTHINGS ARE MURMURED INTO ITS EAR BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST SICK ENOUGH TO WRITE THAT SHIT INTO YOUR NEXT INSTALLMENT.
PERHAPS. BUT YOU MUST REMEMBER. SHITTY TROLL THING. THAT YOUR. "QUADRANTSNDJFHSJ". ARE REVOLTING. EXCEPT. FOR THE ONE. WHERE THEY HATE EACH OTHER. SO. YES. I MAY WRITE THAT. IN THE FORM. OF KILLING THE YOUNG MALE HOMOSAPIEN. TO DEATH. AGAIN.
YES. BUT. THAT IS ACTUALLY. HILARIOUS. BECAUSE IT IS YOU. AND NOT ME. I LAUGH AT YOUR DESPAIR. FOREVER HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. HA HA HA HA. NO BUT SERIOUSLY. THIS IS TERRIBLE.
I never said anything about despair. It's just mildly annoying. And really fucking inconvenient. So I take it he pulls this shit with you all the time. How often has he left you out in the cold, dude?
YES. THE AUTHOR IS INDEED. TERRIBLE. HOWEVER. IT IS I. WHO WILL BE LEAVING HIM OUT IN THE COLD. EVENTUALLY. AS IN. WHEN I KILL HIM. IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKING AWESOME.
WELL THEN. DIRK CREATURE. PERHAPS. THERE IS A PLACE FOR YOU. BY MY SIDE. MOST LIKELY. AS SOME SORT OF MANSERVANT. OR. ANY OTHER KIND OF SERVANT. IT IS NO MATTER.
Wow. That's really flattering, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you down. I've got plenty of my own shit to deal with. Don't have the time to be someone's manservant. Or any other kind of servant for that matter.
BUT WHAT YOU DOD NOT REALIZE. IS THAT YOU ARE WRONG. THE SHITTY AUTHOR. HAS LEFT YOU DOING NOTHING. IN SPACE. SO. YOU HAVE. NOTHING TO DEAL WITH. BESIDES PERHAPS. SPACE SHIT. BUT I DOUBT THAT EXISTS.
I understand why you'd think that. At first it looks like I'm sitting there doing nothing. But I'm doing something really important. I'm trying to get back to my friends. And when I do I'll have my hands full because shit was going down before I got kicked out to space.
NO. YOU ARE WRONG. YOUR. "FRIENDSUGHUAHGUHS". DO NOT MATTER. IN FACT. I AM PROBABLY GOING TO KILL THEM ALL. SOONER OR LATER. SO. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST. NOT. AND INSTEAD. BE MY. "IRONIC" MANSERVANT CREATURE.
Fine, you do that. In the meantime I'm going to get back to them and make sure they're okay. It'd suck if they died before you could kill them. Probably ruin your whole evil scheme. Wouldn't want to let anyone else steal your thunder.
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TO ME IN THE FUTURE.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
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WHEN HE IS ALREADY DEAD?
HA HA HA HA HA.
I AM SO. FUCKING. FUNNY.
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But f you kill off the real Andrew Hussie, the comic will end right then and there. The story will never officially reach a conclusion. Though I assume it'll end off with you winning. You're an overpowered evil jar of breeze. Why don't you just let the real Hussie live and then get ready for the inevitable end of your comic? It's not like it'll last forever. My webcomic didn't.
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IT IS NO LONGER. *HIS* WEBCOMIC.
IT IS MINE.
I HAVE FORGED HOMOSUCK. FROM THE FIRES OF CONTRIVED PLOT DEVELOPMENT. AND RANDOM BULLSHIT.
AND IT IS TRULY. THE GREATEST WEBCOMIC. IN ALL OF EVER.
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http://i.imgur.com/t5NPipT.png
THERE. IT IS DONE.
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...Yes, I was entirely wrong about everything ever. I'm definitely seeing that on the MS Paint Adventures homepage right there.
[Petitus turns to Caliborn's mun.]
By the way, don't think I missed that little html screw up. You should've kept it in there. It makes Caliborn look more pathetic than he already is.
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I DEMAND TO KNOW.
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There's people controlling us. Well, not really controlling us. Our thoughts and personalities dictate what that person controlling us can actually have us do. But they're the ones typing out our every action. They're our authors. Or, in this case, our mundanes.
[It should be known that Petitus is from a webcomic with no fourth wall.]
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HOWEVER.
I HAVE ALREADY WRESTED CONTROL. FROM MY "AUTHOR".
OR. AS YOU CALL HIM. "MUNDANE".
AND ALSO.
KILLED HIM IN THE FUTURE.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
[ caliborn that is not what anybody is talking about at all ]
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...You really should read what your mun just typed in those brackets.
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WHO'S THIS DOUCHEBAG?
IS THIS. ANOTHER FUCKING AUTHOR?
NO. THIS IS HORRIBLE.
THIS MEANS. I HAVE TWO OF THEM TO KILL.
THIS IS TERRIBLE.
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[He doesn't sound very enthused at all.]
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OR MORE FUCKED
OR PERHAPS CARESSED GENTLY WHILE SWEET NOTHINGS ARE MURMURED INTO ITS EAR
BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST SICK ENOUGH TO WRITE THAT SHIT INTO YOUR NEXT INSTALLMENT.
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BUT YOU MUST REMEMBER. SHITTY TROLL THING.
THAT YOUR. "QUADRANTSNDJFHSJ". ARE REVOLTING.
EXCEPT.
FOR THE ONE. WHERE THEY HATE EACH OTHER.
SO. YES. I MAY WRITE THAT.
IN THE FORM. OF KILLING THE YOUNG MALE HOMOSAPIEN. TO DEATH.
AGAIN.
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Dude left me hanging around in the middle of nowhere.
What the fuck?
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THAT IS ACTUALLY. HILARIOUS.
BECAUSE IT IS YOU. AND NOT ME.
I LAUGH AT YOUR DESPAIR. FOREVER
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. HA HA HA HA.
NO BUT SERIOUSLY. THIS IS TERRIBLE.
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It's just mildly annoying.
And really fucking inconvenient.
So I take it he pulls this shit with you all the time.
How often has he left you out in the cold, dude?
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HOWEVER.
IT IS I. WHO WILL BE LEAVING HIM OUT IN THE COLD.
EVENTUALLY.
AS IN. WHEN I KILL HIM.
IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKING AWESOME.
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Can't say I'm too happy about what he's doing to my friends.
I'd like to have a few choice words with him myself.
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PERHAPS. THERE IS A PLACE FOR YOU. BY MY SIDE.
MOST LIKELY. AS SOME SORT OF MANSERVANT.
OR. ANY OTHER KIND OF SERVANT.
IT IS NO MATTER.
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That's really flattering, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you down.
I've got plenty of my own shit to deal with.
Don't have the time to be someone's manservant.
Or any other kind of servant for that matter.
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THE SHITTY AUTHOR. HAS LEFT YOU DOING NOTHING. IN SPACE.
SO.
YOU HAVE. NOTHING TO DEAL WITH.
BESIDES PERHAPS. SPACE SHIT.
BUT I DOUBT THAT EXISTS.
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At first it looks like I'm sitting there doing nothing.
But I'm doing something really important.
I'm trying to get back to my friends.
And when I do I'll have my hands full because shit was going down before I got kicked out to space.
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YOUR. "FRIENDSUGHUAHGUHS". DO NOT MATTER.
IN FACT. I AM PROBABLY GOING TO KILL THEM ALL.
SOONER OR LATER.
SO. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST. NOT.
AND INSTEAD.
BE MY. "IRONIC" MANSERVANT CREATURE.
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In the meantime I'm going to get back to them and make sure they're okay.
It'd suck if they died before you could kill them.
Probably ruin your whole evil scheme.
Wouldn't want to let anyone else steal your thunder.