Reader: mourn Homestuck
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You resist the urge to gravedance, barely. Not out of respect, or loss, but from sheer, unbridled apathy. The Homestuck you knew died ages ago, and whatever shambling, fetid thing that lies in a heap at the bottom of the Eternal Staircase is just another reminder of wasted potential, like watching a dear friend slowly degrade from a pretty cool, funny dude to a wasting wreck that begs for the sweet release of Snoop Dogg's Tunescythe.
It would have upset you more if you hadn't seen it coming miles away. Given time to see the trainwreck happen in slow motion, what should have been a heartfelt moment is now just a sigh and a shrug before you go on about your life. You had a good time, but you need to move on, because your old pal Homestuck just can't anymore.
You pause, unscrewing the cap from the jug of apple juice. It's more of an obligation, but it still feels almost proper.
Almost.
>Reader: Pour one out for your homie
Kekmore for summoning the Broogically Groovious

