[Oh boy, Minfilia. Are you ready to learn about Homestuck?]
When I first came here, it was nearly six years ago. I was sixteen, and at a point in time where a lot of complicated and frustrating things were going on. My friends and I were playing a game, and it wasn't really going well. Dirk you've, erm, met, and Jake you've seen, but there was Roxy as well, she's not here. Not in person OR as a brief ghostly visitor. We were playing a game that involved being brought to a different sort of plane of reality entirely, and the point was to create a brand new universe. In the course of that game, if you, erm...met certain requirements, you could become something called a God Tier. Basically you get some nice pajamas, the ability to fly, and can't die unless it's under specific circumstances, as well as a special unique power based on your personality and sort of role in the game. I could resurrect the dead, but only once per person, for example. But uh, yeah, we got that...tier...thingie. And then right afterwards, for me at least, everything went absolutely wrong. That all is a totally different story that needs so many more explanations, but the short of it is, if I left this place, I literally would have no life to return to, and it's no one's fault but my own. But. Yeah. Apparently in Dirk's version of events we were able to totally recover from all that, because he got to win the game with some other me and other versions of everyone else and become an adult in a new universe. That's really all I know about what happened to him, but I know something more must be going on because he's become so...it's like he's leaned into the harsher aspects of himself and multiplied them, and convinced himself he's some great villain. Not that there's anything he can do here in that regard, no one's got any power beyond the strength of our Pokemon - but I digress. I know it makes him upset that he's here and not back home doing whatever it is he thinks he has to do, and I am pretty sure my acceptance of living a shockingly normal life isn't thrilling to him? But I hadn't expected he would be rude to someone who's new to this place, and I really am very sorry.
I am also sorry he subjected you to a fursona, that's an internet thing. It's like...a persona, an identity you make up for yourself, but distinctly animal-like. Ergo, this very strange dog portrait he sent you.
[Text] 2/3 actually sorry, I wanted to write "got that tiger" so bad but that's SUCH an old joke
When I first came here, it was nearly six years ago. I was sixteen, and at a point in time where a lot of complicated and frustrating things were going on.
My friends and I were playing a game, and it wasn't really going well. Dirk you've, erm, met, and Jake you've seen, but there was Roxy as well, she's not here. Not in person OR as a brief ghostly visitor.
We were playing a game that involved being brought to a different sort of plane of reality entirely, and the point was to create a brand new universe.
In the course of that game, if you, erm...met certain requirements, you could become something called a God Tier.
Basically you get some nice pajamas, the ability to fly, and can't die unless it's under specific circumstances, as well as a special unique power based on your personality and sort of role in the game.
I could resurrect the dead, but only once per person, for example.
But uh, yeah, we got that...tier...thingie. And then right afterwards, for me at least, everything went absolutely wrong.
That all is a totally different story that needs so many more explanations, but the short of it is, if I left this place, I literally would have no life to return to, and it's no one's fault but my own.
But. Yeah.
Apparently in Dirk's version of events we were able to totally recover from all that, because he got to win the game with some other me and other versions of everyone else and become an adult in a new universe.
That's really all I know about what happened to him, but I know something more must be going on because he's become so...it's like he's leaned into the harsher aspects of himself and multiplied them, and convinced himself he's some great villain.
Not that there's anything he can do here in that regard, no one's got any power beyond the strength of our Pokemon - but I digress.
I know it makes him upset that he's here and not back home doing whatever it is he thinks he has to do, and I am pretty sure my acceptance of living a shockingly normal life isn't thrilling to him? But I hadn't expected he would be rude to someone who's new to this place, and I really am very sorry.
I am also sorry he subjected you to a fursona, that's an internet thing. It's like...a persona, an identity you make up for yourself, but distinctly animal-like. Ergo, this very strange dog portrait he sent you.