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snarpThis is just me doing mean things to Karkat and Kankri, it's not actually funny.
The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas Conquerers, Spattered With The Viscera Of Its Weak And Decadent People, Chapter 1:
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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas Conquerers, Spattered With The Viscera Of Its Weak And Decadent People, Chapter 1:
Karkat angrily kicked open a locked Prospitian mop-closet door, having worked himself up to a perfectly rational moment of existential anxiety regarding The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas Conquerers, Spattered With The Viscera Of Its Weak And Decadent People, by Troll Ursula K. Le Guin, and the potential existence of a starving little chess kid locked in there being scared of mops, and oh fuck, that would be so fucking sad.
The door opened to an ocean of his fucking blood on a black shore with mutant red bloodpushers embedded in it.
Okay, yeah, there was pretty much no way LOPAH wasn't going to be behind that door.
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