The End of the World Meme

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IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD

The Rapture has occurred, and those select few who have been saved have already ascended. You now remain abandoned, awaiting the the inevitable destruction of the rest of the world. Will it end in fire, or will it end in ice--or perhaps an inexplicable zombie infestation? Who knows, anything is possible, the only thing that is certain is that you only have so much time left.

What will you do?

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An open meme! Anyone can join, and feel free to set up your own scenarios on just how the apocalypse comes, or when during it your characters are to be found.

 

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[mirthful]

Gamzee watched the coming of the end with something akin to a wistful smile on his face, covering more sinister thoughts. He spun a club around in his fingers, leaving the fancier weapons tucked away in his deck for now.

He remained, and those that remained with him were his. Theirs. For they were the Mirthful Messiahs, and this was the coming of their dark carnival. The ringmasters, the show stoppers. Blood would spill and pave a colorful path for his tents to be raised on.

A familiar presence drew his - their - attention, and he approached Karkat with the least friendly of smiles. Some matters were best settled first.

"Hey there, best friend."

oh fuck dude your icon is my desktop wallpaper right now

[dungenessmaster]

Karkat heard the indigo troll before he saw him and stopped dead in his tracks, so abruptly he nearly tripped. Shit. Shit. One good thing about this world, he hadn't been seconds away from getting murdered in cold blood by someone he once trusted. So much for that.

He took a step back, then another, and glanced behind him. Mostly open streets with the occasional smoldering pileup of ugly human transportation vehicles. He could run, probably.

"Hey... uh, Gamzee. Still alive, huh. B... best friend?"

Man, that hadn't even sounded slightly believable. Maybe he'd luck out and Gamzee would trip before he split his skull open and drank what was inside, or whatever the fuck people did when they went shithive and started believing they were two clown gods.

oh shit

[mirthful]

"ALWAYS, MOTHERFUCKER."

Gamzee took his time approaching the other troll, club resting on his shoulder. "The ringmaster needs to be there to run his carnival."

He doesn't attack. There was no need for that just yet. Not when he had other ideas in mind. There would be enough red here without him having to spill Karkat's to start it off.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY MOTHERFUCKIN' HERALD?"

it's like a sign. a miracle.

[dungenessmaster]

Karkat leaned back a bit, trying to be casual about keeping some distance between them. Gamzee was bad enough to be around when he was on the slime, but this new sober troll set his teeth on edge. And what was all this about being a herald? Karkat was never much of a believer in anything, and with the world about to end it seemed pointless to be looking for a higher power now. But maybe it was worth finding religion if it meant he got to keep his blood where it belonged for a little bit longer.

He also shared the grim (but comforting!) thought that at least he wasn't the only punchline-blooded motherfucker running loose on this planet.

"Wh... what's a herald supposed to do? I mean, not that it'd be much of a carnival with everyone running around like spooked cluckbeasts."

the beginning of the end.

[mirthful]

"That's where you're wrong, motherfucker." He gestures about, club and all, that crazed grin remaining in place. "ALL OF THIS IS MY MOTHERFUCKIN' CARNIVAL. And the opening act has just gotten started."

Gamzee watches Karkat as he continues to back up. He keeps his own act going for a few moments more before he's disappeared in a blur of motion only to reappear behind the other troll. "WHERE YOU GOIN', MY BROTHER?"