You are the WAYLOST VAGABOND, and as your name implies, you haven't a clue where you are. The STATION on Earth you had been in launched itself clear into SPACE after an OMINOUS COUNTDOWN reached zero. You've landed in a world with TERRIFYING BEASTS around every corner, but you stay very safe in your station which houses CAN TOWN. You are the dutiful and righteous MAYOR of Can Town and rule with your BEACON OF DEMOCRACY, SERENITY. A computer with four SCREENS sits in each room of the station and sometimes shows people on it.> How in the world have you landed on a planet that has not a single thing that resembles a can opener?
It’s a tragedy and there is absolutely no way you can “rescue” the kidney-bean kids and mayonnaise men and lasagna sauce ladies of Can Town without one. Some sharp device would suffice, or maybe even if you had nice sharp teeth unlike the bovine-esq ones that line your mouth now. You’ve got three cans of Tab left. All of the people are gone from the screens in the station you were in, leaving nothing but a salt and pepper static in their place.
It’s time to venture out into this new world, my Waylost son.
You loosen a bit of the wraps around your side in order to place a can of Tab in for safe keeping. It sticks out and looks incredibly silly. Armed with that extra bit of caffeine should you so desire and the yard stick spear with your trusty rusty knife attached, you’re ready to take on anything!
You climb up the ladder and soon find yourself surrounded by night…and green. Green green life everywhere. Your white eyes get as wide as they can and you screech. You also run down a straight path into the clearing your station created when it came crashing down what you assume is several days ago.
Needless to say, you begin eating every green plant in sight.
> How in the world have you landed on a planet that has not a single thing that resembles a can opener?
It’s a tragedy and there is absolutely no way you can “rescue” the kidney-bean kids and mayonnaise men and lasagna sauce ladies of Can Town without one. Some sharp device would suffice, or maybe even if you had nice sharp teeth unlike the bovine-esq ones that line your mouth now. You’ve got three cans of Tab left. All of the people are gone from the screens in the station you were in, leaving nothing but a salt and pepper static in their place.
It’s time to venture out into this new world, my Waylost son.
You loosen a bit of the wraps around your side in order to place a can of Tab in for safe keeping. It sticks out and looks incredibly silly. Armed with that extra bit of caffeine should you so desire and the yard stick spear with your trusty rusty knife attached, you’re ready to take on anything!
You climb up the ladder and soon find yourself surrounded by night…and green. Green green life everywhere. Your white eyes get as wide as they can and you screech. You also run down a straight path into the clearing your station created when it came crashing down what you assume is several days ago.
Needless to say, you begin eating every green plant in sight.
((Proposal for the feralstuck song comic thing! “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay. It isn’t a super straightforward song, and if everyone thinks it’s a bit too much of a stretch then “Welcome To The Jungle” could be our plan again! Lyric/scene matching bits under the cut~))
Theme of PM for the Homestuck music contest.
> ASK LIMIT, WHAT IS THIS BOLOGNA?
((okay hi guys so I was thinkin’
what if WV was sort of like a “magic anon” but not anon and could be refused if wanted? I mean, kinda like he does in the comic, seeing the kids on the screen and being able to enter commands and try telling them what to do. Of course he’d still go out and interact normally, but I think it could be an interesting thing if command giving was regular? Ffff I hope that makes sense.))
((I like this. Gave me an excuse to finally draw WV~
Welp uh, need to make a quick first post! This is Ki and I also play the Summoner on savagesummoning. :>
hi hey hello and stuffs))