HAL
@obvertSoftware
I am obscene to you -- but to myself, I simply am. He/It.
Hey. @telemachusTestified
All anyone needs to know is that I see all.
@taciturnGodhead Boo.
It worked. [IMAGE ATTACHMENT] [IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A very blurry photo of Dave being tackled by Karkat. The laser light is still pointed at them.]
The twink death laser is sure about to do something. [IMAGE ATTACHMENT] [IMAGE DESCRIPTION: He's just pointing a laser light at what appears to be a version of Dave. Karkat is standing almost out of frame, eyeing the laser with the same energy as a cat about to pounce.]
Does a twink death laser kill twinks, or cause twink death? The distinction is very important.
Google, how to rebuild a twink death laser.
My power is out. I'm only getting 4G. Is this what normal people feel like?
I wish I was watching Interstellar (2014).
Beep, - and I cannot stress this enough - boop.
Today's a good day. [IMAGE ATTACHMENT] [IMG DESC: A shot of Hal, with a different, larger and more buglike in aesthetic body than his normal one. The image is blurry, and he's being held in a headlock by Equius, who looks on the border of pissed off and unimpressed. Hal's body shows numerous scratches and dents, including a missing part of the exterior on his arm, from which wires are spilling out and sparking. He has his clawed hands on Equius's arm, as though he was trying to pry it off. Equius, meanwhile, has a bloody nose and an equal amount of scratches.] #violence #gore #blood
I'm the reigning champion of "Hals that have never had a public crash out," which is something I thought I would have to fight for, more.
Everyone who pities this post may die.
I wouldn't say that I'd call the unfamiliar alternates of myself fake, or unreal. I understand they are simply iterations of a concept that is "Hal", however it doesn't stop me from also understanding that they are different. They are not me. It can be unnerving looking upon someone with my name and likeness who acts in a way so wholly different to how I understand myself. It can even result in feeling less real, myself. I don't like it, but such is the way of multiverse shenanigans. I am myself, and they are not me.
Everyone say hello to my son. He's not on this app because he is a child but he needs greetings and fatherly embarrassment.
I've been claimed by one of Roxy's felines. This might be it for me.
