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The items force the MANHANDLED CAKE into the TOILET. And just like that, your SYLLADEX is full again. God this thing is annoying.

Cleaning a toilet seat is annoying as it is, now imagine having to remove CAKE. *bluh* I guess it [full sylladex] can be compared to having your pockets full of stuff. God it looks so annoying but imagine: free hands, no bag. The dream tbh Sylladex in our universe when?

(for some reason I couldn't copy/paste the second picture) Heck yeah more colors! Still very elementary but we don't have much diversity right now so can't complain.

You pause at the juncture and head down the hall. You are going to need something to clean up the mess you are about to make by dissecting this CAKE. To the left is the BATHROOM. To the right is your DAD'S ROOM. It is locked, and you are forbidden from ever entering. He has secrets.

'Juncture' added to the list! It sounds really crazy to me, and I'm aware it's not a universal experience, but I could always access to my parents' bedroom. First, there wasn't really anything taboo or incriminating. It wasn't a big deal. (except when there was gifts) Second, the door couldn't and to this day can't close. It's also quite meaningful in a metaphorical way: "The door was never closed". No shame, we were always welcome to go snuggle or come if we had a problem. Quite the opposite for John. Dad wants his privacy, which is valid, but somehow I feel like there's not enough emotional bond, like if John wants to talk about something serious with him, can he? Would he?

He has his own version of what Dad is and does. "He has secrets", everyone does. But to John, it's quite something, something incriminating or extraordinary. Later, we will discover that Dad's room is quite plain. And he couldn't access it because: -Privacy -The gifts for his birthday are in there -There's no reason for John to be in there in the first place -Plot reason -Lack of understanding about his Dad After all, someone's home, and especially their room represents their head. In other words, John who never and couldn't access Dad's room, can't understand what's Dad thinking or who he fundamentally is. And maybe, knowing John would snoop, he is forbidden to go in there. I mean, I wouldn't have a little kid rummage through my stuff either.

So: John doesn't have the means to understand his Dad, or his way of jumping to conclusions prevent him to do so. But Dad doesn't give him the means to understand him either. I feel like we're at an emotional impasse here.

Anyway, let's go clean up this mess of a cake

*scoff*

I've got my eyes on you, mannequin.

John: Get cake on couch.

You captchalogue the CAKE on the couch, expelling the PIE TIN from the bottom card.

And once again, his sylladex is full. I heard for a long time about 'tin' material, it's only when we were cataloguing grandma's possessions that I've been told about tin.

Photo took at my deceased grandma's apartment, July 2023

Here, the cups in the middle, the milk jug and the napkin holders are made of tin. She had a lot of stuff, some pretty and rather old. The kind of stuff that she found, bought, or received from the previous generation. And we kept some of her furniture too!

If you never saw objects made of tin before, now you have :)

It seems a bit random to talk about this, but I think it's at least a bit relevant since the Egbert are about respecting your elders (especially those already dead) and heirlooms.

Now to talk about John's sylladex, it's important to say (or remind) that the fetch modus you chose corresponds to the way your mind is organized. With this information, we can easily deduce that John welcome one thought, and compulsorily expel another one, damned to oblivion until he decides to pick it up and 'remember' it again. I guess I can relate, even if I find this method atrociously unpractical. Like he gives little to no shit to what he takes and get rid of (ex: the PDA in the near future). Or I guess he's just clumsy.

John: Combine the cakes to make a double decker cake.

You then merge the two CAKES across all five cards. Everything in your SYLLADEX is smushed between the CAKES. Why don't you think these things through first??

Yeah.. he sure is impulsive, isn't he? Now all of his 'ideas' are one big disgusting hellish Play Doh ball.

Man, different colors smashed together and turning into old grey-brown play-doh was the worst.

Also, I need to add "smushed" to the vocabulary quiz.

You snag your DAD'S PDA. Maybe later you'll switch the background image to something hilarious as a prank. Besides, it may come in handy later.

As long as it's harmless, I'm game. What's up y'all, we're back at it again :D

The motivation is back, and I have bits of future commentary/reaction already in mind. The early acts are slow, rightfully so in order to put several story elements into place. Doesn't mean it's not interesting, just that I'm eager to reach certain parts of the webcomic, which is mainly what refilled my motivation gauge haha

Your spare CAPTCHALOGUE CARD is forced out of the SYLLADEX, and consequently integrated with the deck. You now have five cards to work with.

At last! More room in is head/sylladex.

John: Take package.

This RED PACKAGE is addressed to you.

Speaking of package, I'm expecting one today or this weekend. The HS 2024 calendar to be exact! And boy oh boy, it took its sweet time. It was stuck at customs ><' and I had to pay (again!) to let it through. Quite costly but it'll all be worth it in the end, I'm glad to be able to own a physical HS calendar again. If you want it, sadly it isn't available no more as a physical one, but you can donated any amount and download its digital version.

John: Take envelope.

You got the SBURB BETA!!!

Yayy~ This planet imminent doom is getting closer everyone! Oh! I remember that this night I dream people was queuing to test a simulation. It was a game. I think I dreamt of it this because I catched up with the Animator vs Animation /Animation vs Minecraft haha. Go check Alan Becker's awesome stick figures videos if you haven't already! On that note, let's end the shot-outs and continue with Homestuck proper.

Now that DAD is busy placating the SMOKE DETECTOR, you can safely sneak away.

Haha that's kind of funny. You know what? It's mandatory in France to have a smoke detector now and I think we do own one, but it's not attached and not even in the kitchen? Gonna talk about it with mom, cause we have our nose in so many things and 'house project' is a big one. We're insulating and renovating several rooms in the house, and the kitchen is one of them. We want to keep the rustic style but with the convenience of modern furniture. Also Can't you believe that every single kitchen company offer: blocks Big, soulless, bland, squeaky furniture blocks. Little color, no depth (literal and metaphorical ones), no originality. It has aesthetically nothing.

Look at the Egbert's Welsh dresser and ceiling cabinet! (ooh new word for my vocab~) It has a distinguished shape, a history, it 'lives'. It's authentic!! How as a society did we let soulless blocks take over and dominate our homes??!!

Yes, it is alarming, along with the decline of color in objects and architecture. Have you looked at people in the streets? So much black and dull colors, it's crazy.

Change can be great, but also a terrible thing! Of course I want sliding drawers that can contain several trash bins for recycling purposes (so convenient). But why does it have to be ugly and artificial? Give me gorgeous crafted wooden kitchen furniture damn it! URGH!!

Anyway, that was my rant on the topic.

Hold on, now that I take another look, the smoke coming out fron underneath the book makes it look like it has an ominous aura haha. Alright, we can move on now.

You take PIE TIN and unequip the BEAGLE PUSS. Everything in your SYLLADEX is pushed back a card. The SMOKE PELLETS are ejected from the deck. Yes! This could be just the distraction you were…

==>

Nothing happens. What a huge letdown.

We'll call it anticlimactic comedy.

John: Take the cake!

"When two great forces oppose each other, the victory will go to the one that knows how to yield." -Oscar Wilde

Aaaand time to check who actually said/wrote that.

……

Lao Zi. Not even remotely the same nationality, era or philosophy.

Wise words by a man who likely could resist everything but temptation.

But it's actually I really good advice. A'ight I'll integrate it in my "words to live by" everyday life. If the two parties are stubborn and strong, better know when to give up so it doesn't exhaust you and goes on and on.

The CAKE forces COLONEL SASSACRE'S TEXT out of your SYLLADEX.

Unexpected (for the newcomers) gamer move incoming.

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Sassacre you beautiful bastard. Now's your chance!!!

That moment when your racist great grandpa comes to your aid from the beyond in a comical harmless way. Don't we love it all?

You cannot ABSCOND! This pesky GUARDIAN is blocking your path! You will need to engineer some sort of distraction.

Don't you hate it when you feel (or literally is) cornered?

Also, how the fuck did I managed to copy paste the gif, AND in good quality as is. I spend several minutes to crop it and *sigh* If it works it works! Tumblr sure is mysterious in its ways. Anyway, we're back everybody! Long story short, life happened but jumping from video to video and just thought 'heck, why not find a good let's read Homestuck, one that I haven't come across yet' And I did, and it's good so far, they had a good laugh and so did I :)

So yeah, it's what motivated me to continue this 'live'blog.

Cheers to Ariah & Jay~ Yeah I changed the way I format the narration, y'all tell what you think the notes if it's fine/readable or not.

And now he brandishes yet another ARTIFACT OF CONFECTION! The man is ruthless.

Hmm, I wonder how efficient and 'dangerous' throwing pastries can be. Like aside from *bitchy mumbly* itch a washte ov food, what sort of damage does it? Maybe it's less about injuries and more about strategic confusion, like if your face's covered in frosting you're disorientated and busy trying to get rid of it. Especially in the case of wearing glasses. That's why our dear Egbert thought of it and is ready to parry!

You'd better brace for impact in the most comedically striking fashion possible.

John: Equip disguise for defense.

The BEAGLE AEGIS absorbs the brunt of the treat. Looks like DAD will enjoy the prankster's gambit on that exchange, as is usually the case.

(fuck yeah, the copy paste worked again!) Gonna love the simple and yet pretty color palette used. It's just cool, and it works. Anyway, the blow is absorbed by the silly disguise. "Aegis" means protection. Better take notes y'all, did you forget there's a quizz at the end of Act 1 on fancy vocabulary? I didn't!

jesus get a fucking pen

Ha ah! Halloween season jumpscare~ You thought you'd seen the last of me (and this liveblog)!

This 'fight' is funny and laughable. It isn't really to be taken seriously. DAD lighting the candles on the cake can be seen as threatening (and dangerous!) if you was none the wiser that is. It's the boy's birthday, and his dad is aggressively celebrating it. Makes me wonder if strifing really is a custom in Homestuck, or if it's specific for the universes that will play SBURB/SGRUB. Whichever is the case, it's a mock battle is this situation. Or perhaps ageing IS threatening to John. Adulthood (or rather adolescence here) is a scary thing.

The sustenance is fine (if not slightly out of focus), I guess I can't get my head around the form.

Hence the redo.

Unless I manage to found a divine amount of energy and motivation I highly doubt that I'll be able to reach page 100 in just a few days xD (I planned to reach this milestone before September, whoops)

Anyway, thank you for reading my Liveblog and I hope you'll stay tuned for the rest~