TT: I am piloting the moon through the Furthest Ring right now. TT: At the moment, it's passing through a dream bubble. I am visiting your dream in person. TT: Or, you are the one visiting me as I travel, in your sleep. If you'd rather look at it that way. TG: ok TG: so all those questions you asked me TG: getting me to remember TG: you were just stalling me werent you TG: so i wouldnt wake up and try to stop you TT: Not entirely. TG: this sucks TG: could you just please turn the thing around and come back TT: Why? TT: I'm already out here. Might as well go through with it. TG: we agreed id do it though TG: or at least you pretended to agree TG: just before going into a major league wind up with your nap yarn TT: A major league wind up? TG: sports TT: It's always been pretty sad that I seem to know more about sports than you. Which is really saying something. TG: all im saying is TG: no one likes a basketball hog TT: It's probably just "ball hog." TG: i just think you should know TG: that in the athletic arena of competitive achievement TG: its a widely known fact that cherry picking posers get showered in nothin but boos TG: you dont gank the rock and steal the big mans thunder on his raucus drive to the hole TT: Oh lord. TG: is that the sort of ignominy you want TG: see you didnt consider sports you never consider the sports TT: The last thing I want to do is come between a big man's thunder and any particular hole he might prize. TG: and yet TG: such has been whats happened TG: it like the tight end was going long down the yard in sudden death TG: its me im the tight end TG: and the quarterback sniped the fieldgoal just before the nfl buzzer went off TG: the greedy qb is you TT: That's not even close to being a thing in football. TG: but instead of winning the gold sports prize you just fucking die and nobody cares and it didnt mean anything TT: Which prize is that? TG: the football prize TT: You mean the most vaunted accolade associated with the gridiron, known as "Stanley's Cup?" TG: no come on TG: its called the bruce bombardi trophy or something TG: for best pile squad TT: I'll take your word for it. TG: and even though youre dead all these fat millionaires in helmets just leap on your corpse anyway and pile up and i mean WAY up TT: How high do they even have to be? TG: the sport pile doesnt stop from getting taller TT: Does the officiator have a means of measurement on hand? TT: I wouldn't want to be crushed by a nonregulation sport pile. TG: what do you care youll be dead like the mission thieving poser you are TT: Poser? TT: So not cool. TG: yes poser it should be my torso getting pulverized by that avalanche of overpaid beefcakes and you know it TT: I forget what we were doing exactly. TT: Were we pursuing the hackneyed debate over who has the best claim to self sacrifice, TT: Or seeing who can out-dumbass the other with obtuse sports lingo? TG: there obviously stopped being a difference between those things the question is offensive TG: almost as offensive as you stalling me while you peel out of here in your dumb moon TT: I'm the one stalling? TT: The moon is probably just a speck in the sky now due to your strange beefcake harangue. TG: yeah but i dont know how to wake back up is the thing TG: how do i wake back up TT: I guess I could wake back you up, if you really want.
If you go by page count, Homestuck is about 99% done. The remaining 1% will involve another stretch of pages, and some heavy animation work. Site is currently paused while I catch up with some other work, and finish the remaining pages of the story.
Starting now, We Love Fine will become the primary seller of Homestuck products. Almost everything from the What Pumpkin store is in the process of being moved over to the We Love Fine store. We're also working on a lot of cool new things, which will show up in the WLF store over the following months.