i will call cps in here so fast that it will create a fucking time vortex and cause them to show up yesterday.
i don’t have an uncle anyway.
dream on.
sunny, with a chance of wind.
[[ john egbert RP blog from homestuck. Kind of indie, kind of not. ]]
pranksters in training
Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.
Many years ago, you played a game known as Sburb. You WON, though it was far from OVER.
You are only John Egbert in name.
Many things remain, your interests intact. You love PARANORMAL LORE, and the exploration of ABANDONED BUILDINGS.
CATS are a massive weakness for you, as are movies, and video games.
You excel at PRANKING and VIDEO GAMES. No one can best you in that.
Due to your poor IMMUNE SYSTEM, you generally stay to the INDOORS. Wanderlust plagues a god of the winds, however.
Despite your INTERESTS, deep down you suffer from the lingering memories of TORMENT and BLOODSHED.
Frequently, you suffer nightmares and panic attacks, and the recent onset of SCHIZOPHRENIA.
Most disturbingly, the development of an unearthly GLITCH DISEASE is the cause of it all.
This disease is gradually consuming your life, and wearing you down to a shell of your FORMER SELF. Whether or not it will win, is up to you.
Because of it, you LOST AN EYE.
Now it consumes your mind.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you can no longer run away.
pranksters in training
Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.
Many years ago, you played a game known as Sburb. You WON, though it was far from OVER.
You are only John Egbert in name.
Many things remain, your interests intact. You love PARANORMAL LORE, and the exploration of ABANDONED BUILDINGS.
CATS are a massive weakness for you, as are movies, and video games.
You excel at PRANKING and VIDEO GAMES. No one can best you in that.
Due to your poor IMMUNE SYSTEM, you generally stay to the INDOORS. Wanderlust plagues a god of the winds, however.
Despite your INTERESTS, deep down you suffer from the lingering memories of TORMENT and BLOODSHED.
Frequently, you suffer nightmares and panic attacks, and the recent onset of SCHIZOPHRENIA.
Most disturbingly, the development of an unearthly GLITCH DISEASE is the cause of it all.
This disease is gradually consuming your life, and wearing you down to a shell of your FORMER SELF. Whether or not it will win, is up to you.
Because of it, you LOST AN EYE.
Now it consumes your mind.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you can no longer run away.
