Another balmy summer evening. The city rolls these nights like loaded dice.
It's tough for a flatfoot to make it in a town like this. Some towns are built loose and a stiff breeze of upset blows through, but these bricks are tight-knit. Built like a damn Chippewa birchbark canoe. Not much daylight seeps through, see? A gumshoe asks questions and questions upset. It's like some shawlless dame frostbit in winter, too proud to take your coat for some damn reason. You know how dames are. The city turns her cold shoulder to a type a fella and that's all there is to it.
But a steak dinner don't pay for itself if you catch my drift.
The streets won't bang on your office glass and ask for placation. The streets ease themselves, but a type of fella knows better than to just step aside. A man finds space between the city's greased wheels of upkeep and when the time spins along it sees, yeah, it sees there were feet filling shoes on just that slab of rock. A man waits and listens. Every place, a placation. The alleyway spike of a bottle breaking - some tipsy beggar tithes to gravity, razor jewels shimmering on oilslick asphalt. The wail of a baby three floors up - ink is blotted before pact of appeasement sealed, hot formula dabbed on mother's wrist. And the shrill complaint of a phone...
Ain't no one can say a man wasn't filling shoes here.
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.