
COMMANDER VANTAS
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COMMANDER KARKAT VANTAS. THIS IS FOR COMMUNICATION PURPOSES. DON'T COMMENT, DM, OR OTHERWISE INTERACT IF YOU'RE GOING TO SAY STUPID SHIT.
"GOOD" EVENING. THIS ACCOUNT EXISTS SOLELY TO ACT AS A CORRESPONDENCE POINT BETWEEN MYSELF AND MY FELLOW COMMANDERS. I SHOULD REASONABLY NOT EVEN BOTHER MAKING A SINGLE "CHIT" (STUPID FUCKING TERM) BUT I FIGURE IT'S BEST TO BE OPEN AND CANDID ABOUT WHO AND WHAT I AM FOR THE SAKE OF TRANSPARENCY. MY NAME IS COMMANDER KARKAT VANTAS. LEADER OF THE REVOLUTIONARY ARMY FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES OF TROLLKIND ON EARTH C. BEFORE YOU COME TO ME WITH ANY OF THAT "BUT THAT'S NOT HAPPENING ON MY EARTH" OR "I'M ON ALTERNIA" OR "I'M ON BEFORUS" OR WHATEVER OTHER CONJUCTION OF SPACE-TIME THIS SITE IS SOMEHOW ABLE TO BREACH SHIT, I KNOW. I KNOW HOW IT WORKS. TRUST ME. I'VE BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK. THOSE OF YOU FROM *MY* PARTICULAR CONJUCTION, THIS ACCOUNT IS FOR YOU. THE REST OF YOU? THIS ACCOUNT IS ONE OF MANY FACELESS ALTERNATE ACCOUNTS FROM ONE OF MANY ALTERNATE VERSIONS OF THE SAME SELF-LOATHING, EXHAUSTED PIECE OF SHIT YOU KNOW AND LOVE/HATE. DISREGARD IT AS YOU PLEASE. I'M SURE THE KARKAT VANTAS MARKET IS ALREADY OVERFLOWING ON HERE. IF YOU'RE FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE AND HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT ALL OF THAT I JUST SAID, FEEL FREE WALTZ RIGHT UP AND ASK. I'M A GOD DAMN LIVING LIBRARY FULL OF CAUTIONARY TALES THAT YOU'RE GONNA WANNA HEAR. THANKS. COMMANDER V
YOU WOULD THINK CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS FROM CERTAIN TIMELINES WOULD THINK "MAYBE THERE'S A BETTER USE FOR MY TIME RIGHT NOW BESIDES TYPING IN MY CHITTR PASSWORD, USING UP SOME OF THAT WORD LIMIT, AND TRYING THEIR BEST TO SEE HOW MUCH BULLSHIT THEY CAN FIT INTO THE TEXTBOX BEFORE THEY'RE PULLED BACK INTO THE REALITY THAT THEY LIVE IN THE REAL WORLD WHERE REAL ACTUAL THINGS ARE HAPPENING THEY SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON. YOU WOULD THINK.
HOLY FUCK. *I'M* SPEECHLESS. WHAT A MONUMENTAL FEAT.
THAT'S RICH. HANG ON, I WANT TO GET A SCREENSHOT OF THAT. AND I'LL HIT A HEARTY CHUCKLE ABOUT IT WHILE I'M AT IT.
I WAS WONDERING WHY IT'S BEEN ALL QUIET ON THE CROCKER FRONT TODAY. I SEE IT'S MOTHERS DAY. YEAH. THAT MAKES SENSE. ASKED AND ANSWERED. EVERY YEAR ON THIS EXACT SAME "HOLIDAY" SHE SITS IN HER OFFICE ALL DAY, NOT ANSWERING CALLS OR MAKING PUBLIC APPEARANCES. OUR MAN ON THE INSIDE SAYS HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT THE HE;LL HAPPENS IN THERE AND FRANKLY IF YOU COULD FIND ME A FUCK TO GIVE I WOULD TELL YOU TO PUT IT BACK. ALL THIS DAY MEANS TO ME IS WE GET A FULL 15 HOURS TO MAKE OUR MOVES BEFORE SHE CAN RETALIATE. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, BETTY. ENJOY CLEANING UP THE RUBBLE OF DRONE FACTORY FA-1CC.
I'M BEING FORCED AGAINST MY WILL TO TAKE A 4 HOUR BREAK. I'LL BE LURKING THE CHITTR DASHBOARD AND SEEING HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR SOMETHING TO MAKE ME SO MAD I PASS OUT AND CAN GET SOME SLEEP.
I WISH THIS WAS A STRANGER.
STOP LIKING MY CHITTS. THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU DO.
I SAID POST CANCELED. STOP COMMENTING ON IT.
CHITT CANCELED. SCRATCH ALL OF IT. I DON'T CARE WHO'S ON HERE.
THE MIX-MATCH OF WACKY CHARACTERS FROM ACROSS TIME AND SPACE ON HERE MAKES MY HEAD SPIN SOMETIMES. NOT YOU REGULAR TROLLS. YOU'RE JUST TROLLS FROM TIMELINES WHERE ALTERNIA AND BEFORUS STILL EXISTS - SUCKS FOR YOU, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. PROBLEM SLEUTH? ANCESTORS? *BEFORAN* ANCESTORS, WHO IF MY ECTOBIOLOGICAL CHOPS AREN'T TOO DUSTED OVER TO FORGET ABOUT, SHOULD BE JUST FUCKED UP VERSIONS OF ME AND MY FRIENDS? I'VE ALREADY HAD THE CONDESCE RUN HER BIT THROUGH ME SO THAT ISN'T SURPRISING. BUT I'M KIND OF LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING WHO *WILL* SURPRISE ME. COME ON. SHOW ME A CRAZY ONE. HAVE SOMEONE POP UP ON MY CHITTR DASHBOARD THAT TAKES THE SOCKS OUT OF MY DRAWER, PUTS THEM ON, AND BLOWS THEM RIGHT BACK OFF.
BIG CHANGES. SO THAT COMMANDER PEIXES WILL GET OFF MY ASS ABOUT IT.
ANYWAY. WHATEVER. SHE MADE HER BED AND SHE CAN WRITHE AROUND THROUGH HER NIGHTMARES ON IT.
AND THIS IS EXACTLY WHY THIS SHIT NEEDS TO BE TAKEN *SERIOUSLY.* WE'RE NOT PRANCING THROUGH THE DASIES WITH GIDDY SMILES ON OUR FACES, HANDS HELD TOGETHER IN UNBRIDLED PLATONIC ADORATION AS WE CIRCLE AROUND AND SING CUPETIME SONGS FOR WRIGGLERS. WE'RE IN WAR. LITERAL WAR. WHERE YOU EITHER SHAPE UP OR SHIP OUT AND IF YOU CAN'T DO EITHER OF THOSE THINGS YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY SO THE ONES WHO MANAGED TO GROW A PAIR CAN COME ON THROUGH AND DO SOMETHING.
AS MUCH AS I HATE TO BE THE ONE TO SAY THE "I TOLD YOU SO"S WHEN THEY COME UP, SOMETIMES I HAVE TO. SOMETIMES YOU NEED IT. SOMETIMES YOU DROP ALL OF THE HARD WORK YOU PUT INTO THE REBELLION, ABANDON YOUR COMRADES IN THE MIDST OF THE MOST TENSE TIME IN THE ENTIRE WAR, AND DECIDE YOU WOULD RATHER SPEND YOUR TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY THAN GET OUT THERE AND TAKE SOME GOD DAMN ACTION TO PROTECT THEM. AND SOMETIMES, DESPITE THE WARNING FROM YOUR COMMANDER WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK HE'S TALKING ABOUT, YOU DO ALL OF THAT AND YOU'RE *STILL* SURPRISED WHEN A CONCENTRATED LAZER STRIKE FROM A CROCKERDONE BLASTS A HOLE THROUGH YOUR HOUSE AND DECIMATES YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY WHILE YOU'RE STANDING OUTSIDE TENDING TO YOUR GARDEN. AND I THINK I'M PRETTY FUCKING JUSTIFIED IN GETTING TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO ABOUT IT. BECAUSE I DID! I DID TELL YOU SO!
DAY UPDATE #2. HER FAMILY WAS BLOWN INTO FAMILIAL PILES OF ASHES. I HATE TO USE A TRAGEDY TO LAY DOWN THE MEANEST I TOLD YOU SO PARADOX SPACE HAS EVER, AND MAY EVER, SEE. BUT I DON'T GET VINDICATION MUCH THESE DAYS. SO GIVE ME THIS ONE. I TOLD YOU SO.
SO I GUESS WE HAVE A POSITION TO FILL. ANY COMPETENT INDIVIDUALS ON MY EARTH C FEEL FREE TO APPLY, REGARDLESS OF SPECIES. YOU HAVE TO BE VETTED AND APPROVED BY BOTH MYSELF AND COMMANDER PEIXES, SO PREPARE FOR THE MOST GRUELING SERIES OF QUESTIONS AND FIELD TESTS YOU WILL EVER FACE. AND THEN AFTER THAT *I'LL* DO MY PART AND SEE IF YOU'RE A GOOD FIT. SHE HANDLES ALL OF THAT.
DAY REPORT. ONE OF THE LOBsTERs QUIT. SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO TAKE TIME AWAY TO BE WITH HER FAMILY. THAT'S ALL FINE AND GREAT UNTIL A BATTERBOMB TURNS HER FAMILY INTO A FAMILIAL PILE OF ASHES, BUT WHATEVER. HER LIFE.
SHE TOLD ME I SHOULD MAKE IT MY PROFILE PICTURE, BUT UNLIKE HER, I HAVE THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SELF-RESPECT LEFT AND WON'T TAINT A SUPPOSED-TO-BE 'SERIOUS BUSINESS' ACCOUNT BY PUTTING MY FACE ALL OVER IT LIKE THAT. ONCE IS ENOUGH. IF ANYONE CARES TO SEE THIS UGLY MUG AGAIN, TUNE INTO THE NEWS IN MY TIMELINE. I'LL BE THERE.
https://i.postimg.cc/261PZbN9/Untitled286-20260506042510.png COMMANDER PEIXES SUGGESTED WE DO 'PUBLICITY'. I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE PLANS TO POST HERS CONSIDERING SHE DOESN'T *HAVE* CHITTR, BUT WHATEVER. HERE'S HER IDEA OF 'COMMANDER VANTAS PUBLIC PERCEPTION BOOSTING'. SHE WANTED ME TO SHOW OFF MY SICKLES. I MADE THEM WHEN I WAS 14 HUMAN YEARS OLD AND NAMED THEM "HOMES SMELL YA LATER", A NAME I SHOULD REGRET, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T. THIS IS HOW I PAY HOMAGE TO THE LATE GREAT THRESH PRINCE.











