Mother fuck yeah, motherfucker. I'm sure as all shit wanting to get my game on under those sweet rainbowed hoods. The Dark Carnival has up and called its motherfuckin' messiah into its mirth-laden tits all unexpected being, but that's alright. I'm down with this.
[In order to pay the carny at the ticket booth, Gamzee pulls out his sylladex. The space behind him is suddenly filled with multicolored cards, flashing and moving about at random. He takes a moment to acknowledge their beauty.
What does he need for a ticket again? Anything? What does he even still have in his deck?
The troll reaches for a card, reaches into the card, and pulls out a single bicycle horn. With a goofy grin, he honks it at the attendant.]
That's a blissful siren right there, right? Figure that's as good as coin for any motherfucker.
gamer's circle.
[As much as Gamzee's world in SGRUB had featured a carnival theme, it hadn't actually had any legitimate games in it. (And it if did, the troll had never noticed them.) He wouldn't have played by the rules anyway - much like he isn't doing now.
The game he's standing in front of involves shooting water into a certain spot to get a figure to move, but he's too busy trying to see if he can shoot it through the ghostly creature running the booth. Unfortunately for him, the gun is attached in such a way that it's difficult to aim beyond the designated board.
That needs to be rectified.
Anyone passing by the station will find a clown-faced troll trying to pry the squirt gun free with all his might, yellow nails digging into the plastic.] Come. The motherfuck. Off!
tunnel of "love".
[There's a clown in the boat. A teenaged, grey-skinned, clown with bright orange horns on his head and three long scars visible through the paint on his face.
He's waiting patiently for someone to get in next to him, an eerie smile stretching from ear to ear.]
Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | new recruit
Mother fuck yeah, motherfucker. I'm sure as all shit wanting to get my game on under those sweet rainbowed hoods. The Dark Carnival has up and called its motherfuckin' messiah into its mirth-laden tits all unexpected being, but that's alright. I'm down with this.
[In order to pay the carny at the ticket booth, Gamzee pulls out his sylladex. The space behind him is suddenly filled with multicolored cards, flashing and moving about at random. He takes a moment to acknowledge their beauty.
What does he need for a ticket again? Anything? What does he even still have in his deck?
The troll reaches for a card, reaches into the card, and pulls out a single bicycle horn. With a goofy grin, he honks it at the attendant.]
That's a blissful siren right there, right? Figure that's as good as coin for any motherfucker.
gamer's circle.
[As much as Gamzee's world in SGRUB had featured a carnival theme, it hadn't actually had any legitimate games in it. (And it if did, the troll had never noticed them.) He wouldn't have played by the rules anyway - much like he isn't doing now.
The game he's standing in front of involves shooting water into a certain spot to get a figure to move, but he's too busy trying to see if he can shoot it through the ghostly creature running the booth. Unfortunately for him, the gun is attached in such a way that it's difficult to aim beyond the designated board.
That needs to be rectified.
Anyone passing by the station will find a clown-faced troll trying to pry the squirt gun free with all his might, yellow nails digging into the plastic.] Come. The motherfuck. Off!
tunnel of "love".
[There's a clown in the boat. A teenaged, grey-skinned, clown with bright orange horns on his head and three long scars visible through the paint on his face.
He's waiting patiently for someone to get in next to him, an eerie smile stretching from ear to ear.]