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The goro story

:^)

That was the first whisper that gorogregoro recieved in his Twitch inventory, the characters indicating a mysterious, yet unexpected dose of humor to his face. Goro chuckled a bit before closing the whisper, without checking who it was from. 

It was a lovely afternoon on this particular day. The birds were chirping politely, and the wind had settled into a fluffy breeze. It was a wonderful day to go outside. Of course, instead of doing that, goro decided that it was a good day of streaming Homestuck all while his audience trolls him with various renditions of "HI IM DAISY". Typical goro.

In goro's stream, there was a whopping amount of people, including nick, who corrects everyone's spelling all while using incorrect grammar, cat, who guides goro on his adventures through Homestuck country, qwerty, who made that one bot that won't give me a million goros, lobster, who is a lobster, lampet, who is a lampet, mirage, who is a mirage, and cata, who wants a million goros for making this fanfic.

Oh yeah and also there's tato.

Goro smiled as he read the rediculous comments from t̶a̶t̶o̶ the chat, though nobody could see the silly grins that his teeth had to offer. It was then that the whisper window popped up.

:^)

Goro clicked on the whisper and looked at the username. It appeared to be empty. It was the same person that used that face before.

"Strange" he said in his mind. "It must be Twitch Beta glitching out", he reasoned, though he wasn't using Twitch Beta.

Goro continued to read the beloved Homestuck. It happens that he is on the 4537th page, in which cata has no idea what the plot is since she didn't read that far.

As he read, a Tiny Tim trap remix plays, followed by a random video of how to cook ramen noodles. It seemed like another casual day for goro, and he eased back into his chair (or whatever he sits on Kappa) and scanned the vividly bright white screen as the music progressed. Like this, he continued to read, trying to connect previous storylines with the current ones, with help from cat of course.

Before long, it was 12am, and goro had to end the stream. He thanked everyone for watching, and played the epic-ass goro anime by tato I think. Yawning, he put his monitor to sleep, forgetting about the work he had to do tomorrow. For 12 hours, he restlessly slumbered, until some guy in his dream reminded him that he had to go berserk tomorrow.

"Go berserk?" Goro told the guy in his dream. "Why would I go berserk?"

Puzzled, goro continued to question the mysterious man, and what philosophies he could bring into the universe about life and conscious. After what seemed like many minutes of pondering, goro eventually woke up from his thousand-year slumber.

It turns out that it was a custom alarm from goro's phone shouting "WAKE UP GO TO WORK" at precisely 6am every day. Being inefficient, goro manually puts the alarm every night instead of setting up a schedule like a normal human being. On that particular night, goro managed to put his alarm 6 hours ahead of schedule. The consequences lie down this time.

Panicking, goro decides that it would be a good idea to apologize for the late notice and call in sick. His shift would've been over in 2 hours anyway, so what's the harm? Better to lose 1 vacation day than to be fired completely for being late.

Goro calls in and tells the tragic story of him getting a fever, and how he was trying to call in sick but couldn't due to the fact that his wifi sucks ass. Using a tissue to add extra effect, he coughs up some fake boogers as he brews his white lie.

His boss buys it.

Ending the call, well beings well shared, goro goes to the fridge for some ice-cream to calm his troubled mind. Without having brunch, he decides it would be a good idea to stream in order to cope with skipping work.

Starting the stream, goro hastily puts on his headphones, greeting everyone as his mouth was in the middle of ice-cream consumption. He plays the starting goro anime scene as he readies photoshop for an extra day of working on his comic. Nightbot working, and all systems ready to go.

As cata graciously attempts another round of "Where's my 1million goros", the whisper box opened, from the same blank person once again.

Love you.

Perplexed at why he is getting another odd whisper, goro immediately closes the box, wondering why this unusual entity was obsessed with writing his mysterious fandango. He later reasons that it was probably a young grub trolling around his stream, trying to confuse all the victims it can get before being blocked forever.

Goro was about 2 hours into his very lethargic drawing session when the sugar from the ice-cream started to fade away. Groggily, he tossed around random brush strokes, not paying attention where they landed. At that moment, goro was Pollock and Da-Vinci together, letting loose all while attempting to look into detail. It was almost like a dream, enchanted with the blunt, quiet screams from another song from Pink Guy. It was the serenity of the outdoor scenery, through the comfort of the bright white screen in place of the sun.

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Goro looked forwards. The buttons from his keyboard stuck uncomfortably to his face for a brief moment as he groggily stared at his screen, now black from being on too long. Goro looked around his surroundings as he contemplated his past actions. The room was bright. An empty tub of chocolate ice-cream decorated his desk, and a lavish amount of papers contributed to the mess. To his right, Goro's mic sprawled upon the floor, and to his left, his  bed.

Goro looked with despair as the clock informed him of the AM. 1AM, to be precise. He turned off the lights and went back to bed, u