YOUR NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS.
Your wriggling day was a week ago, but you're barely keeping track of the time any more. It's not like your friends care enough about you to have even suggested celebrating it, and you wouldn't know how many candles to put on the gross human confectioneries that EGBERT tries to make.
You were going to lead a team of your BEST BUDDIES into a game, to display your INCREDIBLE LEADERSHIP SKILLS, but you don't have the energy for it. They don't appreciate your hacking, your taste in TROLL ROM-COMS, or ANYTHING YOU DO.
YOU'RE NOT SURE THEY EVER DID.
You're a KNIGHT without anyone to fight for. You gave up trying to be a THRESHECUTIONER long ago, as you know you're incompetent at fighting. It's why the sopor slime in your recuperacoon barely seems to work, and it's hard to distinguish whether nightmares come when your eyes are open or closed.
YOU CAN'T EVEN DEFEND YOURSELF.
YOU WISH YOU HAD YOUR MATESPRIT. DAVE STRIDER, the legend himself, hasn't been responding to any of your DESPERATE PLEAS FOR INTERACTION. He's the only one you know with the same BLOOD as you. The disgusting, saccharine red that makes you want to vomit.
Your trolltag is CarcinoGeneticist, and YOU USED TO SPEAK ANGRILY.
But now you're screaming to no one at all.
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
==> KARKAT: GO BACK TO SLEEP.
~Made by @PlatonicPuppeteer ~
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