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PLAYER INFO
Name/Handle: Alphie
Personal Journal: technicolorgenius
Contact: AIM: trololololoki, PLURK: AlphieCentauri AND QuadransMuralis
Current Characters: N/A
Player Age: 21

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Gamzee Makara
Series: Homestuck; That webcomic with people with candy corn on their head.
Canon Point: During the Shoosh-pap scene, right before the pacifying calms him down and he hugs Karkat. Page 5992, Gamzee's last raging-honk before Karkat calms him down.
Reference: honk :o)
Age: 6 solar sweeps, so 13 years of age. Being that he's a troll and comes from a society where violence and death is rampant and the children are raised by wild animals, he's more mature than most children. So while he's still physically 13 years old, he's got some wisdom all up in his head. As well as survival techniques on how to survive when your parents basically abandon you.
Gender: He's a guy :U

Suitability:
Gamzee would probably be rather accepting and willing to participate in having sex once he settles down in the game. On Alternia, where the trolls life, there is a need for being willing to find sexual partners, or there's a very high chance of death. Trolls have four different types of relationships, two of which are sexual. In regards to these two sexual quadrants (one focused on redrom, more specifically love, the other one focused on blackrom, specifically for hate), trolls know from a young age that they need to find these two partners in preparation for the day they are met by Imperial Drones. When the drones arrive, it means that genetic material needs to be offered from the two participants. Failure to do so results in death. Needless to say, sex is pretty much common knowledge and it's not exactly considered to be private or taboo, since it's such an important part of their lives.

Gamzee himself while early in the canon showed very little interest in forming quadrants with anyone. It wasn't until later on until the trolls arrived in the meteor that he started to take an interest in it. Up until that point the only person he'd seemed to show any romantic interest in was Tavros, who he'd solicited for "sloppy makeouts." There was an instance of Gamzee sliding into surprising black feelings for Dave Strider, after the kid upset the troll.

However, given his canon point, Gamzee's views on relationships are slightly...skewed. After he went on a murderous rampage, he had a lot of head scrambled up. He just killed two people, and stumbled across the body of the kid he was in love with. Somehow he had found it to be a good idea to remove the kid's head and try and kiss him (most likely in an attempt to revive him.) Gamzee still hasn't really recovered from this, and chances are, his mental instability hasn't totally evened out yet. But with some help and a little time, he'll probably be past this.

But Gamzee had always found other things to preoccupy himself with and sex for the most part had always been an afterthought for him. He never really ever showed much interest in it. However, he still knew enough about it to know that it was something that was going to happen one day whether he wanted it to or not. For the most part, since he's always been relaxed, chances are he didn't worry about finding anyone. Given that he would be entering into an environment, he wouldn't really be upset about having to have sex with anyone, and he'd probably be really relaxed over it, and take his time a bit in finding someone he'd be interested in giving that part of himself to. Initially, he would probably try and hint to Tavros or someone else that he was close with in order to sleep with them, but he wouldn't push matters if he was rejected.

Appearance: This is him normally.

This is roughly what he'll look like after being aged up. He'll get some height, some more muscle built on to him. A little bit more...badass, if you will.

Normally, Gamzee seems to be one of the taller trolls (despite that the creator has jokingly said he's one of the shortest in canon. He has actually stated that he's left character height, weight, etc. up to the individual), and it would only continue to remain so after being aged up. Normally, I see Gamzee as being about 5'9" or so. Since he's canonly still so young, he still has a bit of growing to do. I think once he's aged up, he'll gain a few more inches, reaching about 6'2" or so. In addition, he's always seemed to be relatively skinny, and even though that would remain the same, but he wouldn't be so much skinny, as he would be lean. He'd have a fair bit of muscle collected on him, primarily around his abdomen and biceps, since he seems to come from a bloodline that naturally has a fair bit of frequent muscle growth on them. His hair for the most part will mostly remain the same, but it might just be a little longer. One of the major differences with him will be his eyes. When trolls get older, their eyes will fill up with their blood color. Generally, trolls irises are black, like their pupils, but their irises become their blood color when they reach maturity. So Gamzee's eyes will be pleasantly purple when he arrives.
Background: Same link! But adding stuff!

Given that Gamzee is in the process of being calmed down by Karkat, and the actual process of getting hugged and forming a moiraillegiance with the other troll has yet to actually finish, Gamzee is going to wind up being incredibly frustrated, confused, and probably somewhat scared due to him knowing that he was JUST being consoled by his friend--and then it stopped. So, while Gamzee is going to be gradually calming down on his own, he's going to be really shaky and nervous, as well as still likely to be angry, just because the Karkat-Vantas-brand-shoosh-pap never actually finished itself.

Personality: Gamzee originally came into Homestuck as a calm, relaxed and rather spiritual kid, with not much going for him. He was living on his own for the most part, with only the support of a handful of friends whom he communicated with through the internet. While he appears to be a Juggalo—one of the followers of the band Insane Clown Posse- he isn’t exactly like one of those followers exactly, even though, in some odd way, Gamzee has a habit of referencing the subculture almost constantly. Mainly, it comes across in the form of him stating that almost everything around him is a “motherfucking miracle.”

And even though the kid seems to appear as if he’s some clown obsessed, twisted little kid, he’s really far from it. He spends most of his time totally tripped out from consuming pies made out of the illicit drug that is sopor slime. He knows he really shouldn’t eat the stuff, but hey, he sees a bunch of cool colors, so what’s the harm in it, right? Gamzee for the most part is a positive character, seeming to be very friendly towards the others in the series. Even though their culture focuses on living in a caste system, and Gamzee who is placed near the top being expected to adhere to his social superiority, doesn’t seem to meld into the expected criteria of someone near the top of the social order. He is certainly one of the types of characters who doesn’t appear to harbor any negative feelings towards anyone he knows, and comes across as being a friend and therapist to those close to him. However, as a friend, he tends to give some very strange, and often vague advice that his friends can’t follow.

For the most part, Gamzee seems to be very nonchalant and uncaring about many of the troubles that might surface in his life. He’s constantly finding other things to focus on, and other things that are far more important to keep himself busy with. Usually he’s more focused on busying himself with staring off into space, or looking at colors, or consuming pies, or trying to ride his one wheeled device (unicycle) or just chillaxing in a pile. He’s cool with talking to just about anyone, and the idea of his friends contacting him is actually kind of exciting for the kid. Gamzee’s actually rather enthusiastic about having friends, and might be a little too excited over the opportunity to do things with them. He’s also come to understand that his zoning out tends to happen rather frequently, and often apologizes for it. He’s shown to be incredibly fond of having rap-offs with his best bros (namely Tavros), and loves to just kick it, even though the both of them are pretty terrible.

Even though Gamzee has had to deal with other trolls basically telling him that he’s a disgrace, and annoying, he’s actually very okay with this. He knows that he can’t make everyone happy all the time, but he’d like to try his best to make everyone just be bros together. He tries his best anyways, and doesn’t really enjoy making enemies with others at all, he’d rather just make others happy, such as how he’s attempted to order Equius around at the others request. He’d really rather just be a supportive friend, and in his own strange way, he’s as good of a friend he can be to all the others. When Karkat witnessed Sollux getting killed, Gamzee just stepped in and made a point to tell Karkat that he didn’t need to worry, and that things would work out, stating that there was a “miracle” coming on. It’s his own brand of optimism, and he does what he can to make his friends feel better.

He likes to roll with whatever comes to him, and doesn’t seem to show any interest in conflict in any form. Gamzee doesn’t seem to care much at all that he belongs to a religious cult that others frown upon and assume he’s got some problems for being involved with. Even so, he also doesn’t seem to care that he’s almost totally clueless when it comes to most things. And frankly? Gamzee kind of lacks a lot of common sense. Come on, he seems to believe that standing on a unicycle constitutes as riding the damn thing. However, his lack of common sense could most likely be blamed on having a rather poor upbringing, since his lusus/parent/custodian was never around to really care about him. Gamzee does seem to have a very strong attachment to his lusus, even though he’s often been left alone and never got to see the creature often. Turns out, that even with his lusus being a less than fabulous parent figure to Gamzee, when the sea-goat actually passes away, Gamzee’s actually incredibly sad about it, but he’s the type that actually can accept that this sort of thing is natural, and there’s no going against it.

Overall, Gamzee is a very relaxed, very friendly, and very caring individual. Even if he doesn’t always make sense when it comes to all of this. He might not always make sense when he’s trying to be a good friend, since he is high out of his goddamn mind most of the time, but at least the sentiment is still there.

However, this is the old Gamzee.

When Gamzee becomes sober, things change.

When Gamzee’s supply of sopor slime runs out, he stops becoming distracted and oblivious. He starts to see the world for what it really is. This is pretty much to blame (for starters) on Dave Strider, who exposed Gamzee to Insane Clown Posse, and actually caused the troll to completely doubt his religion. He freaks out at Dave at one point, tearing him apart with a wall of indigo text, telling the kid how because of his need to taunt him with sending him ICP videos, he had his faith shattered.

Gamzee becomes very aware of who he is, and he becomes incredibly accepting of it. He starts to preach about how the slime he’s been eating all this time is poison and how it’s been rotting his brain, and how now that he’s off of the substance, he’s become understanding of what his goal in life is supposed to be. He starts to snap slightly, using instances of the “we” pronoun instead of “I”. Gamzee starts to rant on how he’s been denying his true calling in life, and how’s he’s supposed to take on a role as a “subjugglator”, which is a group of highblooded trolls in Alternian society responsible for “slaughtering the wicked ignorance”, which is a fancy way of saying, killing the people who deserve to be killed.

He starts to adopt a “higher than you” attitude, and starts to embrace his location in the Hemospectrum caste system, since he’s now figured out how his world works. Gamzee also starts to obsess over his religion again, basically claiming that he’s the two god-like figures of his religion, and that he’s always been his religious saviors. From there, his intentions become clear, as he announces that now that he has come to accept what he is—he’s going to kill anyone who opposes him. And he does so. When confronted by Equius at one point, he seems to completely forget any of the friend relations he had with the troll prior to the incident, and he uses his superiority on the Hemospectrum to assert himself, and when Equius refuses to listen to him, he quite literally ends Equius’s adventure by giving him an arrow to the knee. Yet, he doesn’t stop there. He manages to force Equius on the ground, and proceeds to snap the bow he used to fire the arrow in half, and strangles the troll to death with it—while smiling.

And it only gets worse.

When Nepeta witnesses this and attacks Gamzee for killing Equius, he simply just grabs her arm as she’s aiming to slash at him across the face with a pair of claws—and snaps her wrist. In doing so, he also takes her hand and drags it across his face, slashing his face open, all while laughing at her, before he approaches her, and beats her to death with a pair of clubs.

To put it more simply, once Gamzee pulls himself off of the sopor slime, he goes from being a friendly, optimistic and rather peaceful individual…to being a total nutcase. And that can really be attributed to three things. The first being that he had his faith in his religion crushed by Dave Strider, who simply just made fun of his beliefs. The second being that Vriska Serket had killed Tavros Nitram, the kid who Gamzee seemed to be harboring some sort of crush for. The third being that he had finally run out of the slime that made him calm, and helped him shut out the horrible things that happened all around him. With these three things, he’s basically broken down, and the only way he can cope with his struggles at this point, is to kill whatever stands in his way, and to embrace what runs in his blood line, by becoming a subjugglator.


IN GAME:
Upon arriving, Gamzee is going to be a complete wreck. The last thing to happen was he was freaking out at the troll he called his best bro, and having his raging ass settled down. And it was feeling wonderful, and he was starting to realize he needed to stop this crazy rampaging, and then Karkat said something weird, and he got mad again.

And then he was in the desert.

So, he's going to be a slight basket case. He's going to be totally lost and upset and very, very upset, and probably somewhat scared. So all of that residual rage from when he was going through the meteor, killing people, is now going to be directed at his frustration of being in a strange place with no idea how to settle himself down without his best friend there. It will be reluctant that he decides to actually fight for the Maharajah, but it will mostly be out of his need to see if somehow, miraculously, his best friend is there and maybe he can feel better. Gamzee's always been somewhat dependent on Karkat, so when he gets to see that he's there? He'll be a whole lot better, once he gets to be with his best bro.

Since Gamzee was pulled from this point, he's going to be stuck somewhere between absolutely furious all the time, and mellow and relaxed. He's been going through some crazy withdrawl since the sopor slime which usually dulled his mind had run out. Chances are, he's going to be looking for something that might take the edge off, without closing his mind again to what he has discovered is important about himself. In an odd sort of way, this will probably turn into some strange rehab stay-cation for Gamzee, as he's finally starting to get a sense of himself again. He'll still be a little confused for a while but chances are he'll really warm up to the place.

As for the sexual aspect of things, Gamzee won't be doing anything at first. He'll be a little too preoccupied by the following things: his bulge is no longer a tentacle. He no longer has a nook. And why does it dangle?
But after he gets used to it, Gamzee will probably be all about sex. If it makes him feel good, and makes the horrible things he hears in his head be quiet for a bit. Chances are, he's going to wind up not really sure what to do most of the time, but he'll gradually ease into things. But even in this respect, he's going to be rather content with the whole caste system. Even though he was very high on the hemospectrum caste in Homestuck, he never really lived like an elite, so even if he never moves out of the Das caste, he'd be alright with that, save for the desire to go home one day. That would be his only motivation to even really actively try and raise his rank.

Character Powers/Abilities/Skills: When Gamzee was first introduced into Homestuck, it would seem like the kid could do very little. He was always sitting around, eating pies made of a supposedly toxic substance which the species usually slept in. He’d be lazing about, worshiping the strange clown like gods of his religion, attempting to ride around on unicycles, and failing quite miserably at attempting to troll his friends and human counterparts.

He was capable of being a horrible freestyle rapper, dancing weirdly, playing with bike horns, sleeping, spacing out, looking at pretty colors, and well...aside for his ability to wield juggling clubs as weapons, he could do pretty much nothing. However, as the story progressed we’ve seen that Gamzee can do some relatively scary things.

We do know that Gamzee is incredibly violent, and a lot stronger than he looks. Gamzee’s God Tier title in the game of SGRUB is that of “Bard of Rage” and has it in his nature to be incredibly powerful. It’s been noted that in the troll’s fight against the Black King during the game, Gamzee did more damage to their enemy than anyone else. This is also shown when Gamzee shoots Equius with a bow and then strangles the other with it. He’s proficient with several weapons in the series, as it’s shown that in his Strifedeck, when he goes to kill Nepeta, there are multiple weapons, and it has changed from just Clubkind, to Jokerkind.

However, while the extent to which Gamzee has used this is unclear…Gamzee does know how to manipulate dreams. He has been shown to go into the dreams of others and place new things in them, or remove other things. He can play around with the subconscious workings of someone’s dreams until they no longer represent a dream, but are more so that of a nightmare than anything else.

In addition, even though Gamzee’s title as Bard of Rage has been known to be incredibly powerful, we have yet to really see what he can do with that title since he has yet to realize what this title does for his abilities.

RE: Strifekind/Weapon Carrying: Generally in Sgrub/Sburb, all the characters in Homestuck have something known as a Sylladex/Memory Modus, where they all keep their personal items. None of the characters within the series really understand exactly how they work, they just know that if you put something into one of these things, you can retrieve it later. As for strife decks, these are an aspect of their Sylladex where they can place weapons in order for them to retrieve them prior to a fight breaking out. In Gamzee's situation, his strife deck went from being Clubkind, where he could only use a pair of weaponized juggling clubs, to that of Jokerkind. From what has been revealed, Jokerkind allows Gamzee to have access to the weapons of the other players of Sgrub/Sburb (although only a few of them have been revealed, those being Clubkind, Lancekind, Whipkind, Hammerkind, Bowkind. However, he's only been shown to use Clubkind, Bowkind and Hammerkind). So, he's been able to draw out these weapons from the deck. Very literally, using a strife deck is very much like drawing guns from holsters, or a sword from its sheath. While Gamzee does have access canonly to all of these weapons, I'd be completely understanding if it would be preferred if he only had access to his default weapons of Clubkind.

SAMPLES
First Person Sample:i've decided that it's
PRETTY MOTHERFUCKING HILARIOUS
that the universe is all up and telling me
THAT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO GET MY UNDERSTAND ON
but not of what i was all up and thinking it was about
MORE LIKE THIS BROTHER IS NEEDING
some motherfucking touch therapy
IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT
doesn't all mean all what you think it might
YOU NEED TO MOTHERFUCKING FEEL ME
feel where a brother is coming from
WHEN THE UNIVERSE THINKS IT'S A JOKE
when he's trying to get his calm on
AND THEN HE'S OFF
gone
LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING DREAM
what's all washed away
WHEN YOU WAKE UP AND GREET CONSCIOUSNESS
but its not all what it seems
FELT ALL SORTS OF RIGHT
before the last miracle
THAT MOTHERFUCKING PUNCHLINE
him with all his harsh motherfucking speeches
THAT MAKE ALL THE SENSE A MOTHERFUCKER COULD HOPE FOR
if only he'd open his listenbox
AND JUST HEARD THOSE MOTHERFUCKING WORDS
sometimes the only miracle a brother needs
IS TO HEAR THE WORDS OF A DIVINE VOICE
to bring him to see the truth
AND TO BE ALL UP AND OPEN FOR CHANGE
without breaking what he is all up and believing in.
I DIDN'T GET TO HEAR THOSE WORDS.
universe thought it would be a real motherfucking laugh
TO SEE A BROTHER BREAK
to pull him from what he really needed
I WANT TO HEAR THOSE FUCKING WORDS
i want to hear those sermons
EVEN IF THEY ARE ANGRY
and wanting to treat me like a fucking fool
A BROTHER IS ALL UP AND NEEDING GUIDANCE
so whats with all the betrayal
AND THE DESERTION
do you hear me?
I SAID
what is with
ALL THE BETRAY
and
ALL THE DESERTION.
the carnival is closed brothers and sisters.
GATES ARE LOCKED, RIDES ARE DOWN.
go the fuck home.
THERE IS NO GLORIOUS PARADE WAITING YOU ALL.
just broken dreams
AND RUSTED PANS
ain't nothing motherfucking here
FOR ANYONE
not for you
NOT FOR ME
go home
IT'S ALL BEEN A LIE.
all this motherfucking time
DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
to one moment be filled with the joy
OF A THOUSAND MOTHERFUCKING LIFETIMES
to be consumed with a rage double that
THE HATE'S ALL STILL THERE.
and it won't die
SO I ASK ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
how does it feel?
TO LIVE IN IGNORANCE
to live in a world.
TO LIVE A LIFE
void of all the things what can make you happy?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
a brother has his wonder on.
Third Person Sample:

No. No. No. This was not good. No, it wasn't good. Not at all. No, he couldn't handle this. The sand. The sun--oh jesus fuck. The sun. It hurt. He could already feel the burns on his flesh as he felt the sun singe him. This. This was why trolls hid from their sun. It was blinding. Bright. And it was not making the pounding in Gamzee's head--oh, god the pounding--cease any more. He wasn't sure why he was going along with this. He wasn't sure why he wasn't just trying to kill whoever this fucker was that had gotten him. Oh...right. He was coming down. And he felt...weaker?

Karkat. Where the fuck was Karkat. Gamzee hoped that whoever this guy was could tell he was on edge. Uneasy. Unhappy. He felt himself shudder, the voices that he was so sure that Karkat had settled down for him, creeping up to the surface. He had to make himself quiet down, as he tried to get settled into this new world. This new house. At least he was safe. Safe. Yeah. No. He didn't feel safe at all. He was alone. He was angry. Everything was so fucking wrong. So very fucking wrong. The last he remembered...he'd just killed those unjust, horrible, lying motherfuckers. And then, Kanaya was all up and beating his bulge into submission. And then he was all motherfucking falling into nothing. And then. And motherfucking then.

He attacked Karkat. He remembered that rage. That wonderful. Glorious. Perfect rage. That need to deal with a mutant motherfucker. To make him learn his motherfucking place. Gamzee's lips quirked into a smile. And now he was all older and he was sure as fuck he was stronger too. And now he could actually make Karkat pay. And then his lips fell into a frown, and the troll released a pathetic little grunt. Why did he want to do this to his best bro? Why would he do that? Why...

Gamzee shuddered again. Karkat had been trying to bring all this motherfucking rage under control. And he needed that.

He wanted these fucking whimsies to silence themselves.
Go back to all those motherfucking smiles.

He sat on the floor of this room that he'd been assigned, trying to keep himself calm, reaching up and awkwardly stroking his cheek, trying to mimic the gesture Karkat had been doing to him before the universe chose to swipe Gamzee up into its fingers and drop him somewhere else. He shook a little bit, trying to relax, trying to embrace the effect of his fingers, hoping psychosomatically they might bring him back down to earth. Alternia. Whatever.

He had to reason with himself. He had to take a moment to get his motherfucking understand on. To open his motherfucking eyes, take everything in. To absorb all these motherfucking bits of fear and anger that he had all building up within his motherfucking head and in his motherfucking chest.

Gamzee tried to close his eyes and pretend that his hand touching his cheek belonged to his best bro, and that everything was going to be alright for him. He just sighed softly once he concluded that the self-inflicted comfort wasn't working. His eyes focused in on the room, examining the features, trying to find out if the layout was acceptable. It was the bare minimum for him, but he could deal with it, he supposed. His entire life, he'd been of a higher blood caste, so he was used to a slight semblance of luxury. It wasn't that he wasn't unhappy with the set up. He didn't expect to really need much here. He'd like a nice pile of horns, sure, but if he couldn't get it? He wouldn't argue the matter. But fuck, something comforting would have been great right now. He'd love nothing more than to sink into a recuperacoon and just mellow out, ignoring the world.

But nothing. There was nothing of comfort here for him. There was no slime. No pies. No Karkat. No friends. No horns. Or one wheeled devices. Or husktops. Or anything that reminded him of home. Heh. Home? He hadn't been home in a long time. Funny how he'd started to refer to the meteor as home. It wasn't so bad, the meteor that is. He had friends there. He always had someone to talk to. He could sit with Karkat and talk about shit the other troll gave zero fucks about. Or he could chill out on his horn pile and charge Sollux and Feferi a couple hundred boonies to chillax too. (Well...Only Sollux now that he thought about it.) Or he could always pal around with Equius--

Oh. Wait. No. He couldn't.

Well, there was always Nepeta she was always--wait.

No, he couldn't do that either.

And it was as he realized that he couldn't at all, that things started to crush him. Fuck man.

What crushed him wasn't so much that he had killed someone. Two someone's in fact. However that really did break him. He'd taken lives and there was no way he could bring them back. But what crushed him, was how quickly his mind wandered and how soon it settled in on his thinkpan about just how much he'd lost, and how much doubt he was shrouded in. And it was all fucking Strider. It was that motherfucking Strider. That MOTHERFUCKING strider.

Gamzee felt the rage he'd been so desperately trying to quell start to surface again. He covered his face with his hands, claws pressing into his forehead and cheeks. His lips pulled back into a fucking snarl as he shuddered, suppressing the need to scream. No. To roar. It was all because of dave MOTHERFUCKING strider that so much was lost. Gamzee had lost any sort of hope he had in a peaceful, fear free, and an enjoyable world. There was no carnival anymore. It was shut down. Closed. The rides were rusting from lack of usage. Any of the original carnies were long gone, save for the one or two broken fellows who lived in the trailer on the outskirts of the park, who seldom peeked out, only interested in the outside world if there were trespassers. The old carousel slowly creaked as old gears turned as the wind blew past it. And the old ferris wheel, did much the same thing, slowly rocking as the entire park lay forgotten by the former attendees who had once loved it so. And there Gamzee was. Standing on the other side of the fence, fingers tightly clenched around the rusting bars of the iron gates. There he was, looking in on the carnival he had been so devoted to for his entire life. There he was, realizing that the dreams he had for this magical place, was all just a fucking lie. A fantasy.

Bullshit.

He was trying to put this nauseating emptiness he was sinking into to the far recesses of his mind. He was trying to forget the sickness and the harshness he felt towards the universe. As far as he thought, the universe deserved to be destroyed if it was telling such a like to Gamzee. What a motherfucking joke.

He needed comfort. And the only thing that sounded even remotely nice to him right about now was Karkat. Was Karkat even here? He didn't know. He needed to see him. Talk to him. Get past this remaining hateful pressure that was all motherfucking consuming his pan, like a motherfucking cloud blocking out the sun. Well, not the sun in his case, but the moons. Whatever it was. It was all sorts of blocking out the only thing that made Gamzee's mood even out.

He examined the mirror he'd been give, almost grimacing at how primitive it felt in his hands. How every motherfucking thing here was primitive and how it didn't sit well with him.

But he looked at it, trying to bring his hands up to it to start writing.

He knew he couldn't do much. He was too far lost. Too confused. Too far gone right now to get much out.

So he made it brief.

"Bro," he said quietly to himself as he started to type the message out in his indigo courier font, finding comfort in that color and that font at the very least. "WHERE THE MOTHERFUCK" Gamzee shouts the next part aloud to himself, knowing he needed the satisfaction of screaming right then. "did you go?"

He knew that if on some horribly remote chance that Karkat was here (how very unlikely) that he'd recognize this. He'd recognize this.

Gamzee set the mirror down, gently as to not break the device. Sliding himself back against the wall, he looked upwards towards the ceiling. It was now time to play the waiting game. Hopefully he could hold out. Hopefully.