Imagine expecting the guy who wrote an mpreg Homestuck song to have writing that's 100% serious all the time when his games have never been that.
I know it's probably because I'm older than the average vocal Deltarune fan, but it's so funny how opposite I feel about Deltarune when I see takes like this.
I actually prefer the lighthearted parts over the darker parts. I am so, so burnt out on the barrage of self-serious writing flooding the media landscape at the moment. Not everything has to be some deep humorless mysterybox about trauma 100% of the time. I mean, yeah, the game obviously has some pretty serious story elements but if it was only that it would be god awful. The humor balances it out.
If anything, the world needs this 2010s tumblr ass silliness at the moment and I find it to be a breath of fresh air against how performatively mature and dark a lot of writing for stuff is at the moment.
The last time I smiled was on December 25th, 2018
I wear a dirty blue shirt at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is lightner decadence.
Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Darkburger I store in a pit covered in old issues of a missing girl poster.
I sleep in a bed made of darkness from every failed fountain so that they are never forgotten.
In the evenings I stare at a picture of Lancer by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate.
Every local fountain has banned me after I attempted to split it by DOWNing the leadership.
There is no plumbing in my castle I shit in a stack of cards with a picture of Spamton and Tenna french kissing in the bottom of it.
My castle is actually an overturned barbie castle in an abandoned classroom in a school.
I have a single friend in this world and it is a card named Lancer that I met after ingesting another card on 9/11 in the ruins of the classroom next to me (I blew it up after finding that a white-furred darkner inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-lightner, the attacks on Castle Town were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against lightners).
My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former Castle Town that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money.
I have not paid taxes since Ralsei won the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in killing lightners died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol.
I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own.
My double PHD in Darkner economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Undertale) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a wet card from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking lightner children inside of it.
I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-lightner.
During the latest Darkner protests I stuck a fork in a Lightner classroom outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil.
Ralsei and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles.
Tenna and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie "Chapter 3" about our time together.
The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and CD salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to QU33N, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation lightner-redemption.
Every time a lightner files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall.
I am running out of walls.
When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution.
I am very smart and people like being around me.
@Carl@hexbear.net since you couldnt be bothered
10/10