Karkat: SO I HAD A PRETTY WILD DREAM LAST NIGHT. I COULDNâT TURN IT INTO A COMPELLING STORY IF I TRIED.Â
Karkat: TODAY I AM HERE TO TALK ABOUT âBIIIIG SEAAANâ.Â
Karkat: SO, THIS WAS ONE OF THOSE âCHASEâ DREAMS. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE WAS WHAT WAS CHASING ME. AND HOW IT DID SO. IâM PRETTY SURE IT WASNâT CHASING ME. (THANK GOD.) MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS WHERE YOUâRE JUST THE OBSERVER. MORE CLEARLY THAN ANYTHING, I REMEMBER ITS NAME WAS âBIIIIG SEAAANâ, BUT NOT HOW THE FUCK I KNEW THAT.Â
Karkat: ANYWAY, IT HAD A HEAD RESEMBLING THAT OF ONE OF THOSE⊠WEIRD DIPPY DRINKING BIRD THINGS WITHOUT A HAT. AND MORE ORGANIC, WITH A LONG BEAK FILLED WITH TRIANGLE CARTOON TEETH AND ONE BIG FUCKING DUMB UNBLINKING EYE. IT PROBABLY HAD AN EYE ON THE OTHER SIDE TOO, BUT SEAAANâS HEAD WAS ALWAYS COCKED TO THE SIDE LIKE SOMEONE WHO CANâT DRAW PERSPECTIVE CREATED HIM. BIIIIG SEAAANâS BODY WAS KINDA BLOBBY, WITH NOT-QUITE-TENTACLE ARMS THAT ENDED IN STUMPS. BUT THE THING IS, I DONâT THINK IT WAS HELD TOGETHER THAT WELL. SO YOU COULD SEE WOUNDS IN HIS FLESH WHERE IF YOU PULLED TOO HARD OR JUST MANEUVERED HIS LIMB JUST RIGHT, ITâD COME RIGHT OFF.
Karkat: ANYWAY, BIIIIG SEAAAN CHASED ONLY ONE PERSON. LETâS SAY IT WAS YOU. (HYPOTHETICALLY.) BIIIIG SEAAAN WOULD PURSUE YOU AND ONLYÂ YOU. BECAUSE HEÂ WANTS TO EAT YOU. AND NOTHING IN THIS WORLD WOULD BE CAPABLE OF STOPPING, CONTAINING, OR SLOWING HIM DOWN. BECAUSE IF BIIIIG SEAAANâS BODY WAS DESTROYED- AND THIS WAS AN EASY TASK- HIS HEAD WOULD RETURN TO GIVE CHASE. HELD UP BY SKITTERY INSECT LEGS, AND IT COULD NOT BE DETERRED. YOU COULD BLOW IT UP, CRUSH IT, FUCKING INCINERATE IT, BUT IT ALWAYS CAME BACK.Â
Karkat: ATTEMPTS TO STOP IT WERE EQUALLY FRUITLESS. IN THE SAME WAY IT WASNâT STOPPED BY DEATH, IT WASNâT STOPPED BY ANY PHYSICAL MATTER. IT RAN THROUGH SHEET METAL AND SOLID BRICK LIKE THE FUCKING KOOL-AID MAN. HE WAS ALSO ENTIRELY DISREGARDING OF SOCIAL CUSTOMS AND WOULD BARREL THROUGH MEETINGS, DINNER, AND POLICE BARRIERS WITHOUT BATTING A STUPID FUCKING CARTOON EYE. THIS ALSO MEANS THAT PEOPLE WOULD BE AWARE OF YOUR PLIGHT. AND NO ONE COULD HELP IF THEY WANTED TO.Â
Karkat: NOW, BIIIIG SEAAAN COULDNâT MOVE ALL THAT FAST. YOU COULDÂ OUTRUN IT! BUT THE SECOND YOU STOP RUNNING, YOUâRE FUCKED. ALSO, WITH NO FUCKING RHYME OR REASON. SOMETIMES, THE TRIPOD HEAD THAT FOLLOWS YOU, WAS JUST THE HEAD OF TROLL SEAN CONNERY.
Dave: dude you are not all right