Homestuck Adventures: The Mage of Void and The Thief of Doom

D2. A4. C16.

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~LOADING...~

WELCOME. YOU ARE NOW DONE WITH DISK 1 AND MOVED ONTO DISK 2. THIS IS ACT 4.

Today, a young boy---- *glares at Narrator*

Ahem... Today, a young MAN stands in his room. It just so happens that today, the 16th of June, this boy is finally going to open up and tell a little about himself..

No you numbskull.. it's not because it's his birthday.. it's because he feels he can trust you.

16 years ago he was given life on May 16th.

D'aww.. well isn't that sweet? Anyways, Why not come up with a name shall we?

ABNORMAL HAIRDO

NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT, NO! NOOOO! *The screen goes black*

Kid: You're Fired!

Narrator: What? no, you can't fire me.. i wasn't the one who came up with the name...

*other sounds*

Narrator: plus I'm not even real.. god, you can't fire me if i'm just a goddamned imaginary thing... jegus....

*Screen comes back on*

ok... now that that is over... let's try this again.. without the violence.

MATT COLLINS

There we go... Was that so hard?

Your name is MATT COLLINS. As was previously mentioned. You have a variety of INTERESTS: Music, Social Media, Horror Movies, Robots, Online Gaming, and Converse. Converse is the only type of shoe you will EVER wear. Any other type of shoe is stupid and unfashionable.. Except for boots that you wear outside in the winter time. You also have a variety of DISLIKES: Chores but who doesn't hate them, you actually don't like cleaning but you hate filthyness more so you always have your room clean. You also don't like Early mornings, and Status. You like to practice with your fighting skills with your invention which also happens to be your strife specibus. The Iron Ring. It is an Iron fist, but transformed to a ring when not in use for easy transportation. You never leave your room without it. You kind of end up looking like an idiot when punching the air though...

You're addicted to social Media.. You have lots, and your Dad has cut you off of your accounts. You simply have too many.. The only one you use when chatting with your friends is Pesterchum. Speaking of, your chumHandle is horrifyingMusictrash and you type in a LIME GREEN color for that is the color of your eyes. All your friends do it except for your friend Beth... unless her eye color is actually black...

Now you will tell us about your backstory, but for the sake of the readers, you will keep it short. (It's Sad... so bear with me)

[Listen to Audio Media]

You are a survivor of an abortion which gave you chronic migraines. You were in the Adoption center for as long as you can remember. These two reasons are why you have a hateful emotion towards your birth parents. You were adopted when you were 10 and you grew a great relationship with your adopted dad in Seattle. You actually thought of him as your real dad.. not even giving it a second thought.

One day while you were on Tumblr you met a girl named Beth. You guys became good friends and then she got you to Skype her. While you did, you met Beth's friend that's supposedly from the future. Her name being Brea. You guys talked for over 3 hours on the chat and got each others Pesterchum Handles. So you guys stay in touch all the time. You three were the best of friends. Later Beth introduced you to the game SBURB, she wanted to play it, but you guys needed a fourth player. Brea had found an annoying little brat. You hate him, but he thinks of you like a best friend which gets on your nerves all the time.

Today, June 16th, You are supposed to play SBURB with your group of friends. Beth is going into the game first, you are going to be her server player. But you need to actually get the game first.

==>Matt: look out window.

You look out the window to check the mailbox. It seems that the red swingy, flappy thingy is up! You better go check the mail. You run downstairs, dash to the door, and...... shit.

Dad's home. And he's checking the mail. Great.... Now You have to find another way to get the game. It is indeed there. You can see your dad holding it in the pile of mail he's got. You dash back upstairs. You're supposed to stay in the house because if you go outside before dad's home from work.. Even if it's to check the mail.. "It's dangerous. We live in a big city and you could get hurt or kidnapped." You imitate your dad in his stern dadly voice. You sit on the stairs and wait for him to make a move. He throws the mail on the coffee table and heads into the kitchen. Probably to make his 'after work' snack. You quickly scurry down the stairs, snag the game disks and dash back to your room.

YOU'VE ACQUIRED SBURB SERVER AND CLIENT DISKS!

Ok, now that you have the disks.. better talk to everyone.. tell them you're ready. You grab your laptop off your bed and open up pesterchum.

Pesterlog

horrifyingMusictrash started pestering coverLaureate

HM: hey Beth

CL: Matt!

HM: are you ready to play the game?

CL: yissssss finally.

HM: alright, well I'm gonna install th--

HM: dammit..

CL: what is it?

HM: i'm being god dammed trolled again.. and it's the bitchy one.

CL: :o

CL: i give you strength.. just try not to take her seriously..

HM: yeah.. hold on

Pesterlog

furieuxCerf started trolling horrifyingMusictrash

FC: h£y

FC: Matt human

HM: for the last time, my name is not Matt human

HM: it's just Matt

FC: what£v£r Matt human

HM: aurrg.

FC: don't n££d to g£t all pissy..

FC: i'm not trolling you today, i'm just asking you a simpl£ qu£stion..

FC: what's that gam£ you'r£ playing with your fri£nds?

HM: Sburb, why?

FC: b£€ause m£ and my fri£nd want to play it.. but that's a stupid nam£

FC: i know!

FC: w£'ll €all it Sgrub

HM: whatever floats your rootbeer

FC: h£y! I'm th£ troll, I'm th£ only on£ who can troll h£r£.

FC: so don't try trolling m£!

furieuxCerf ceased trolling horrifyingMusictrash

HM: heh.. but you just stomped off.. lol

Pesterlog

HM: okay.. i'm back.

CL: what was that about?
HM: oh nothing, she just wanted to know what game we were playing.

CL: that's it?

HM: yeah, but i started trolling her

CL: lol, payback.

HM: okay, ready?

CL: yes, while you were pestering the troll, i already installed the the client disk, i'm just waiting for you.

HM: ok, hold on while this installs.

You insert the disk into your laptop and it doesn't take that long to load. In no time it's up and running. You click on the Find Clint Player, and the first name to pop up is coverLaureate. You click on the name and you enter in your chumHandle.

Before you get ahead of yourself and start the game, we need to introduce the rest of the players. So that's what we are gonna do.