#file 249

Time to start eating my words, huh? Despite the name I've given to this little project, this certainly is a lot of them. Words, that is. Sorry if that wasn't clear.

This confuses me. Why embed so much text within an image file now? Why not do that before? My research and the scuttlebutt of my erstwhile spammy associates tells me that there used to be many words appended to the many images of Homestuck. They were lost like so much else.

What was so special about these words that they had to be commemorated in digital bronze? Well, let's see if we can dig anything up.

So here's Rolonde, writing under the tentacleTherapist or "TT" handle we first knew thon by. First we get some character stuff. Thon lists what thon is not going to do as thon does them. This is mildly amusing. I feel like there must have been a more straight-forward way of letting me know this facet of characterization. Especially in a format like this. Maybe Rolonde could have just given us some bullet points about thonself?

Anywhen, Rolonde confirms my theory that the comets are in fact being created/summoned/directed by Sburb in some way. This also builds upon what the previous file told us. Even if Pooplord hadn't started playing Sburb and Rolonde hadn't joined him, Pooplord would be dead. If not by his own comet, then by someone else's. And even if he survived the blasts, the world quickly became inhospitable for life.

We also learn that (at least according to Rolonde), this fate was inevitable. Thon's writing does not preclude the possibility that this ignorance-driven inevitability is the result of manufactured malice by some unknown party. The feeling Rolonde's writing imparts to me is more that of a small creature standing before a looming tidal wave.

I like how thon signed thon's handle at the end there. I believe that character is called a tilde? Tilda? There is an appealing irony in signing my own posts, but I think that's just a little too cutesy for me.