09-03-2015, 01:56 PM
Gamzee felt like he had just gotten slapped in the face with a slime pie. It burns...SO GOOD! The wordsmith licks his lips. Maaaan... He was doing so good too. He had himself a little bonfire going and everything. The sickest of flows was erupting from his pale lips, floating into the air and encircling the audience. Then...All it takes is one little itty bitty slip up for shit to turn sour. Instead of sick burns, the troll began to spout unwell embers, or some other weak antonym for mediocre rapping/slam poetry.
At first, everything was chill, GZ gets going for a while, and it's all up and someone else's turn get ill, ya know? So he had no problem complying when his fellow rhyme-slayer asked him to drop them beats.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”
'Hornz?' That's a new one. Better than face-paint or polka-dots, he guesses.The teen troll purposely accidentally let loose a beat at this new challenger's behest, and dayum was it a pretty sounding thing. His eyes veer over to his shorter friend, Karkat.
He did not look amused.
That didn't stop Gamzee, though. He just kept on beating, throwing in a little boxing in there every once in a while.
And then, his new opponent, the ninja lookin' motherfucker, turned into a motherfucking dragon. There were flames spouting out everywhere, and the Juggalo had to mentally take cover in order to keep the rhythm going. God DAYUM. It has been a long time since he had heard any rhymes so phat, flames so in need of medical attention. The clown develops a bit of a twitch, trying to keep his beats together. In fact...He hasn't heard such dope being dealt since he had talked to that motherfucker.
Pushing that blasphemous thought out of his head, Hornz returns his focus to not getting lit up. It was hard not to.
Then, shit gets weird.
The crowd man, the audience just gets all up and quiet, right in the middle of the Ninja's flow. They all get on their knees, and go prone to the ground. Gamzee follows the direction of their fealty with his eyes to a funny lookin' shawty human girl, standing in the doorway of that big house. Was she human? It ah...It was kinda hard to tell.
She didn't have fingers.
The challenger, who was a little confused at why his adoring fans had grown quiet, gradually petered out as he realized what was going on.
Karkat stares blankly at the person(creature?) that the townsfolk apparently revere. She was short. And pink. Should he bow? He's really not sure if he should bow. Normally, a respectable troll bows to no one, but a high-blood. Then again, they aren't in Alternia anymore. Then again, no one is on/in Alternia anymore.
Because, you know. It blew up.
Karkat opens his mouth to voice a question, probably something along the lines of "Who are you and why should we care?", but the little thing beats him to it.
“At ease my subjects.”
Oh good, someone in a position of power. A bit smaller than the troll had imagined, but maybe she can-
“For it is time to get down. Hit it.”
And that's when the crabby troll realizes that this universe is going to be a raging headache of crazed, rhythmical, whimsical idiots.
-----
Gamzee had to sit down. His eyes were wide and shiny and glazed over with amazement as he calmly sat down next to his buddy, latching onto Karkat's leg. This results in a hiss from above. He needed a hug. And some cold water. He had played with fire, but he had never expected to have gotten burnt. About half way through the little sister's big smooth flow, he started to kowtow in submission. It was over. He was unworthy of being leader. As per official rules of Law # whatever-the-motherfuck, the clown must now resign from his position as leader. That means the position is open. Considering this raw specimen of pure rhyme and wordplay is the closest thing in his vicinity to an acceptable leader, it is clear where this is heading.
When all was said and done, the clown is kneeling in front of the pink princess.
"Oh mighty Guu-whatever, I plead to thee!" He begins in a formal tone. "I humbly request your patronage, and offer my services to your whatever!"
He attempts to be formal, anyways.
At first, everything was chill, GZ gets going for a while, and it's all up and someone else's turn get ill, ya know? So he had no problem complying when his fellow rhyme-slayer asked him to drop them beats.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”
'Hornz?' That's a new one. Better than face-paint or polka-dots, he guesses.The teen troll purposely accidentally let loose a beat at this new challenger's behest, and dayum was it a pretty sounding thing. His eyes veer over to his shorter friend, Karkat.
He did not look amused.
That didn't stop Gamzee, though. He just kept on beating, throwing in a little boxing in there every once in a while.
And then, his new opponent, the ninja lookin' motherfucker, turned into a motherfucking dragon. There were flames spouting out everywhere, and the Juggalo had to mentally take cover in order to keep the rhythm going. God DAYUM. It has been a long time since he had heard any rhymes so phat, flames so in need of medical attention. The clown develops a bit of a twitch, trying to keep his beats together. In fact...He hasn't heard such dope being dealt since he had talked to that motherfucker.
Pushing that blasphemous thought out of his head, Hornz returns his focus to not getting lit up. It was hard not to.
Then, shit gets weird.
The crowd man, the audience just gets all up and quiet, right in the middle of the Ninja's flow. They all get on their knees, and go prone to the ground. Gamzee follows the direction of their fealty with his eyes to a funny lookin' shawty human girl, standing in the doorway of that big house. Was she human? It ah...It was kinda hard to tell.
She didn't have fingers.
The challenger, who was a little confused at why his adoring fans had grown quiet, gradually petered out as he realized what was going on.
Karkat stares blankly at the person(creature?) that the townsfolk apparently revere. She was short. And pink. Should he bow? He's really not sure if he should bow. Normally, a respectable troll bows to no one, but a high-blood. Then again, they aren't in Alternia anymore. Then again, no one is on/in Alternia anymore.
Because, you know. It blew up.
Karkat opens his mouth to voice a question, probably something along the lines of "Who are you and why should we care?", but the little thing beats him to it.
“At ease my subjects.”
Oh good, someone in a position of power. A bit smaller than the troll had imagined, but maybe she can-
“For it is time to get down. Hit it.”
And that's when the crabby troll realizes that this universe is going to be a raging headache of crazed, rhythmical, whimsical idiots.
-----
Gamzee had to sit down. His eyes were wide and shiny and glazed over with amazement as he calmly sat down next to his buddy, latching onto Karkat's leg. This results in a hiss from above. He needed a hug. And some cold water. He had played with fire, but he had never expected to have gotten burnt. About half way through the little sister's big smooth flow, he started to kowtow in submission. It was over. He was unworthy of being leader. As per official rules of Law # whatever-the-motherfuck, the clown must now resign from his position as leader. That means the position is open. Considering this raw specimen of pure rhyme and wordplay is the closest thing in his vicinity to an acceptable leader, it is clear where this is heading.
When all was said and done, the clown is kneeling in front of the pink princess.
"Oh mighty Guu-whatever, I plead to thee!" He begins in a formal tone. "I humbly request your patronage, and offer my services to your whatever!"
He attempts to be formal, anyways.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
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