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Ch. 1
"The flesh shapes the day and the day shapes the flesh!" Spittle torpedoed from the instructress's quivering lip into Angus's rib-eye. "THIS IS HERESY!!! Only the one and supreme God may shape our days and our flesh. He is the reason we have numbered days, and if you are not careful, Angus Beef, he may scorch your fat self off this earth for your lack of faith!" Livery spots jiggled on the excess flesh on the lady's bony finger as she prodded Angus's fat-encoated cheekbones. Angus would wince if he weren't transfixed by the fact that the instructress did not even seem to be looking at him. One of her eyes jutted out so that her iris appeared to be staring at Eritria. It always seemed to be scrutinizing the raven beauty..."THAT'S IT! I'M HAVING YOU HANGED!"
Angus jerked away from her jabbing finger. "What?!"
"OH NOW YOU LISTEN! WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOU BROTHER, GROUND!!!! AT LEAST HE DOESN'T ALWAYS HAVE HIS HEAD IN THE CLOUDS!"
Angus vaguely wondered, yet again, what was wrong with his parents. His dad's name was Hank Beef, and his mom's name was Martha Beef. Why couldn't they have just gifted their children with less...unusual... names!? All the bullying made his feelings tender and raw...and juicy. Wait, what!? What was he thinking! The teacher was still threatening to kill him!
"GROUND BEEF IS SUCH A NICE YOUNG BOY!"
Blah blah blah, why did her voice have to be so annoying? He had better thoughts to think...
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In fact, he was thinking them right now. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his thoughts empowered him to do everything he was doing. It was through his thoughts that he could manipulate reality. It was through his thoughts that he could create vast new worlds yet unexplored and possibly unexplorable. The only logical conclusion with the inheritance of all this deific potency was...yes...HE IS A GOD.
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"Angus, stop crying. This is embarrassing. And take off those stupid elf ears."
"yes mam." His meaty hands groped for the elfish ears, knocking them over from their precarious perch. They landed on the floor with a sickening squelch. The instructress' black pumps came down on the ears with an ear-shattering CLACK. Her pearly-whites flashed like a freshly-sharpened butcher knife.
"DETENTION."
Angus did not want to cry. No, no he was not going to cry!!! Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Don't lose control... Whimper.
Hearing the nigh-inaudible cry of pain, the instructress leaned in close and personal with Angus. Her jutting eye rolled unerringly to continue its devoted relationship with Eritria.
Perhaps Angus could leap out the window right now! Yes! He could go around the teacher using his boar-like agility, sticking his pork leg gracefully out and smashing the window, and slide down the lamp post. His gigantic rumpus should cushion the fall! Or maybe he could cast a gypsy spell. His best friend he had met on the Internet was fond of Gypsy magic. Or she would be, if his society had free, non-government- censored internet. All he knew on the topic of gypsy magic and friendship was from a few old videos his grandpa had given him before he was slaughtered for being too old and useless to society. He barely even knew the guy. Heaven knows why he gave him movies based on Communistic Colt Consortia.
For heaven's sake, he lived in FREEMAN, the land of the free man! His grandfather had no right to be subtly imposing iconoclastic ideas into his grandson's mind through blaspheming ponies!!! And this INSTRUCTRESS had no right to deny him the liberty of his own ideas!!! IT WAS NO LIE THAT FLESH SHAPES THE DAY, AND THAT DAY SHAPES THE FLESH!!! WHEN THE SUN SETS AND THE MOON RISES, DO NOT ALL AGE??? AND DOES NOT MAN CREATE HIS OWN DESTINY, THROUGH HIS OWN ILL-BEGOTTEN FREE WILL HE HAD OBTAINED AS A GIFT FROM GOD!!!
He turned to face the instructress. Her mouth opened like a factory door and bellowed,
"GET OUT!!!"
He gladly left.
Strutting past the rusting lockers and leaky ceilings, he felt quite proud of himself. Not only had he withstood the bigotry of his lesson-giver, he had also adequately represented his own illicit beliefs to a lesser figure in the overbearing government institutions. He was like George Washington. Or that schoolteacher that said, "Give me liberty or give me death!" Yep. He was a boss.
But the fact remained that despite his resistance, he was still in trouble and everything was still under the control of the repressive government corporation. His grandfather had told him of a time when government was of the people, by the people, for the people.
Now it was "of God, by God, for God." Who was this God person anyway? And why did he deserve so much adulation?
This God character let Satan nearly break Job, who was one of his most faithful servants, had Abraham nearly sacrifice his only son because he was "testing him," and GAH. It seems that God even had the temerity to mock him! He said in Genesis 22:2: "Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of." Seriously? Thine only son, whom thou lovest? And poor Abraham, knowing the consequences of fighting the power, humbly submitted.
As he continued trotting to the principal's office, Angus's thoughts u-turned to the time when he had come to the conclusion that he was a God. Was he so cruel as well? Could it be? Was he no better than the fictional character he had come to detest?
His grandfather had once told him, "Absolute power corrupts absolutely." So where does that leave God? Do all Gods eventually become Devils?
Angus recalled every time he had watched a kid push another down. He remembered every pair of broken glasses, every bloody nose, every bruise, both visible and invisible. He remembered the girl who was beaten by her father on a daily basis.To escape, she turned to drugs. The drugs relieved more of the pain than God ever did. He remembered the teacher who told the student that her life amounted to nothing. He remembered her short obituary in the school newspaper. He remembered what he did to stop it. Nothing. He was just like God. God also did nothing.
This fact made him feel like swine.
The higher the pedestal, the harder the fall, and God's pedestal was all the way up in heaven. It was time for "God's government" to collapse under its own weight.
If he was a God, as he had previously proven with logic, then so was everyone else with some imagination. If everyone was a God, then everyone deserved a voice in government, not just one God. Therefore, God equals the people. Therefore government should be of the people, by the people, for the people.
yeah sure. Well, if his conclusions were correct, then the logical place to begin rectifying the system would be in the classrooms. BACK TO CLASS!!!
As Angus padded back to class, he walked by a girl chanting incantations and weaving fingers laced with ribbons and shiny gold plastic with fake jewels. Her purple zumba skirt wrapped around what looked like four cheap pillowcases sewed together. The shiny gold coins sparkled as she agitatedly quaked with animated croons, descants, and warbles. Her dark eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Angus decided to stop staring. That was rude.
He just increased his padding to a faster traipsing, and avoided the silly broad.
Was his class always this far away? This was taking forever!!! UGH!!!!!!!!
He should've asked that sweet thing he walked by to carry him. She looked like a strong bovine. Probably had some growth hormones too. That made her All-American. Putting growth hormones into moxie is illegal in Europe.
She was probably from Texas too. Everyone knows everything is bigger in Texas. Angus wished he was from texas; maybe then he'd have an excuse for being so- oh hey look he's here.
His thought process must be really slow. That brisk walk took about an hour and all he could think about was that girl. And even then, he didn't think that much about her...
Oh gross, he's all sweaty!!!
He opened that classroom and...it was empty.
The soul-sucking vacuum gaped like a hoofbeast confronting a disgraced bloody bovine carcass purged of its innards. Angus recoiled from the stench pervading his overactive imagination, and realized he was hungry. He could really go for a hamburg- oh hey. Who's this?
Breath
Breath players can manipulate the flow of wind. Breath players are a little naïve and tend to be able to find light in nearly all situations. They also tend to be pushovers, and fond of flight. For some reason, they also tend to be fond of entertainment often considered cheesy and bad, like John with Con Air, Tavros with Pupa Pan, and Rufioh with anime. They seem to attract Light players with their innocence and bright nature when it goes a little darker. All seem incapable of true, undying, never-ending hate. They are just too forgiving to ever truly be able to hold a grudge.
Breath players are naturally able to hold a team together, when they are confident enough to do so and trust themselves to make the right mistakes.
Breath players have excellent lung capacities.
They can also fly.
They are part of the group associated with Life and Blood.
A Breath player's land is likely to have lots of clouds and/or dust and/or moisture in the air. Tavros' Land of Sand and Zephyr has lots of sand in the air, is hot, and is long and flat with little landmarks except windmills, while John's Land of Wind and Shade has lots of dark clouds in the air, is cold, and is very rocky with glowing mushrooms.
Known Heroes of Breath are John Egbert, the Heir of Breath; Tavros Nitram, the Page of Breath; and Rufioh Nitram, the Rogue of Breath.
Blood
The Blood aspect, like some others, has not yet been shown to have a literal or clear-cut meaning. Common theories include affinity, affection and unity in general, such as the word is used in "blood brothers". Karkat, the Knight of Blood, had a reputation among his friends for sympathy, and he was the only one of the trolls in Homestuck to never be on either side of a murder in the alpha timeline (not counting when Jack kills his dream self).
Additional evidence for affection is its use in the form of moirallegiance with Gamzee in order to protect the other surviving trolls. Karkat's obtainment of "cahoots" with his session's Jack Noir may also be a form of this. It should also be noted that Karkat was able to unite the trolls despite their differences (including blood color) in order to reach their common goal: win Sgrub.
Jack's bloodied hand is very similar to the symbol of the Blood aspect.
Another possibility exists that the aspect refers to strong emotion. Some of the evidence supporting this is the fact that Karkat, as a Knight of Blood, is fighting with and getting upset with John. A Knight weaponizes their aspect. Kankri, the Seer of Blood, frequently attaches triggers to everything he says, which "benefits others with [his] knowledge" of emotional responses.
It was stated that both Karkat and Kankri never fully realized their potential as Blood players, however, the Sufferer did begin to realize his powers as the former Seer of Blood. These allowed him to see his alternate reality self living on Beforus which triggered his attempt to reunite trollkind, implying that Blood powers may have to do with alternate selves or, as previously mentioned, unity.
It should be noted that both Blood players were trolls with bright red blood that is considered a mutation. This trait only occurs in trolls as a mutation, but Sburb considered the color to be normal, as proven by the Blood symbol and the blood of the carapacians.
Known Heroes of Blood are Karkat Vantas, the Knight of Blood; and Kankri Vantas, the Seer of Blood.
Life
Life players can directly control the life/health of beings. While a benevolent Life player might heal companions or benefit from the powers of regeneration, a less friendly one could use their powers to shorten or even sever others' lifespans entirely.
The Life aspect is some kind of innate "life force" of living beings, necessary and sufficient for life to exist. Life players displayed the ability to heal teammates by repairing grievous wounds and have even been shown to be capable of resurrecting themselves. The Condesce was able to extend lifespans, and it is shown that her pre-Scratch self, Meenah, is a Thief of Life. If Doom is associated with death, then it may very well be the antithesis of Life.
An alternative theory for Life is similar to the theory that Doom is associated with system rules and structure. As Doom may be associated with understanding the rules, Life may be associated with testing and subverting them. Biological life is known for its resilience – one need only consider organisms that live next to volcanic vents at the bottom of the ocean to appreciate this. Life adapts to find a way to survive, and in the process, probes the extremes of possibility. If both theories are correct, Life would remain opposed to Doom as expected.
Possible supporting evidence for this theory includes the spontaneous revival of Jane's dreamself (not normally possible) and the extension of the Helmsman's lifespan by the Condesce. Meenah demonstrates a very experimental mindset with regards to the way things work (speculating on concepts such as whether it's possible to "double die", as well as wanting to stab Roxy just to see what happens), and as the queen of Derse, the Condesce is perfectly happy to bend the rules by endorsing "tactical shortcuts" in the war against Prospit.
Life players are bubbly and for some reason tend to inherit empires (?). Meenah and Feferi both inherited the troll kingdom, and Jane Crocker, the only human with the aspect of life, is also the only one who inherited the Betty Crocker Empire. However, much like witches, they can be mean when provoked, and can be…stressed. Actually, with Meenah, you don't even have to provoke her. She's just mean.
The land of a hero of life will have one huge rocky mountain. They will not live on an island.
Known Heroes of Life are Jane Crocker, the Maid of Life; Feferi Peixes, the Witch of Life; and Meenah Peixes, the Thief of Life.
Doom
Doom could be related to death. Sollux, as the Mage of Doom, was inherently aware of the impending destruction that would follow the trolls' playing of the game and was plagued by screams of the imminently deceased. He also displayed remarkable skill at using the ~ATH programming language.
Continuing its connotation of death, Doom may also mean sacrifice, since Sollux sacrificed himself to get the trolls to the Green Sun, and Mituna sacrificed his mental well-being to save his friends from an unknown threat.
It could symbolize the absence of hope as in referring to something as 'doomed'. This may be backed up by Sollux's visions and voices in his head foretelling him of imminent doom and death, as well as soon after his introduction referring to the result of the game as "hopeless".
An alternative interpretation of Doom is judgment, or law. In fact, this is essentially the original definition of the word. The Doom aspect could, therefore, have some association with the rules that apply to things, such as Sburb sessions. An analogy could be Sollux's hacking skill: he understands the constraints and mechanisms of the system. Of note is the fact that Sollux didn't merely distribute the Sgrub files; he firstly had to reconstruct the code from two sets of ruins, and secondly, it is stated on his introduction page that he had modified the program slightly. This fits in with the theme of an understanding of system rules and structure.
Both Heroes of Doom seen so far have had two dream selves. Whether this is simply an effect of the Captors' duality theme or a provision by Sburb to players whose aspect deals heavily with death and sacrifice remains to be seen.
Doom players tend to be depressed and occasionally angry. Their sarcastic skill rivals that of Light players.
Known Heroes of Doom are Sollux Captor, the Mage of Doom; and Mituna Captor, the Heir of Doom.