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I'm pretty sure it came up in the Intermission, but it wasn't really "Jack built the green city".  It was just Jack saying to himself "I [you] built this town", as Made Men love to say to themselves.  There was a hint that Jack was one of the "Founding Exiles" on Alternia much like WV on Earth, but I do find it kind of hard to believe that even with three henchmen he would swing a hammer long enough to build a fake New York.

He has to have had a serious hand in building it, because when Dies (I think) put his pin in the doll, the city disappeared. Since Dies'(?) power moves him to a timeline where the target of his pin is dead, but not forward or backward in time, we must assume that Slick had a serious role in making the city. Or is otherwise so intricately tied to the city that he cannot be dead in a timeline, at that particular moment, where the city existed as it did then.

I wasn't arguing the fact that Slick built the city. I know where it says that he did. It's in the first Intermission, near the beginning of the whole ordeal if I recall correctly. I was questioning his motivation for building the city.

Oh, and the green city is not the city Jack built, because Jack was on Alternia, and the green city is on Alternia's moon. The green one.

Quote from: armeggedonCounselor on May 07, 2012, 07:56:39 pm

Was this ever actually stated anywhere? I certainly don't recall it. I don't have an eidetic memory or anything, but I've reread Homestuck ten or twenty times, so I'm pretty certain it was never said there.

I don't recall it either. As far as I can remember, it's never been stated what Spades Slick did in his city or to its inhabitants. You can make assumptions, because of crime lords and prohibition theming, but never anything set in stone.

There was mention in the Doc Scratch marathonologue that if HIC looked closer at the surface of Alternia when she arrived, she would find a city of dead exiles, but I don't take that to mean Spades Slick built the city to lure people in and kill them.

If we take all events in the Intermission as canon, which I think we're supposed to, the city is full of dead exiles because Slick forced English's safe open with Crowbar's crowbar, which unmade the safe and did some seriously bad shit to everything. Of course, I find myself wondering how, precisely, Slick made it to the moon.

Shenanigans, clearly.

Flying Dice, your avatar is weirding me right the fuck out. Just... so weird.

I'm straight enough, I suppose. Mostly I don't care. Well, rather, I do care, but I'm both severely socially inept and lazy enough to not want to get better at it. Combine with self-image issues and low self-confidence.... And I find it's easier to claim asexuality.

In happy news, I don't have to work tomorrow! Yaaaaay.

.... Ah, Hussie. Stay classy.

Awkward boners are definitely the worst part of being 15.

Tell us how to activate your hulk mode!

I suspect it only happened this time because of the specific sequence of events that led up to it. Basically, what set me off was a customer implying that I am untrustworthy. I dunno if it was that specifically, or if it was that and his attitude, or if it was just that he turned around and did it to me twice, and then kinda proved that he was, in fact, the untrustworthy one.

I suppose I should fill in the whole story.

So a customer came into the gas station, I guess having problems getting his credit card to work at the pump. He said to just turn the pump on for him after giving me his credit card, so I assumed he was giving me the card as collateral- which is something that happens a hundred times a day. So I told him that I'd hold onto it until he was done pumping, and he glares at me and goes "hold onto my credit card?" all suspicious like. I said yeah, as collateral, and he turned and stormed out of the kiosk in a huff. I attempted to call him back so we could straighten things out, but he ignored me. I went in the back, punched a wall and kicked the trashcan.

A couple minutes later, he came back in. He wasn't done pumping yet, so I asked him about it, and he muttered something. I stood there awkwardly, wondering what exactly he wanted. Then he told me: He wanted his credit card back. His exact words were what set me off: "Well, you took my money."

I work in a small kiosk, almost entirely unsupervised except for the cameras, which have footage checked about once a month. The company I work for trusts me enough to put me in charge of this fuel station for eight hours unsupervised, but this asshole can't trust me enough to leave his credit card with me for ten minutes.

I will admit, I lost my temper before I was alone. As he was walking out, I threw the keys to the fuel station across the room, then went in the back and kicked a broken shelf, which fell on me.

The icing on the cake was that it turns out I was completely justified in getting collateral (y'know, besides it being fucking company policy) because the asshole drove off without paying.

Part of me hopes he complains about me, so I can express to him exactly how much this whole deal really pissed me off.

Damn Juggalos.

I always knew they would lead to the downfall of our civilization.

It usually is.

Also, I was distracted by cheerful Aradia.


It's always nice when my patron troll is cheerful.

Too bad she's probably dead again by this point, cuz Hussie hates happiness in all of its various forms.

Quote from: Aklyon on April 21, 2012, 08:44:53 pm

Quote from: Truean on April 21, 2012, 08:37:59 pm

Found exactly the case I needed to cite. I sometimes wonder if I'm better drunk.

Are you wondering this while drunk?

Currently? Yes. The logic still fits though.

Everyone's better drunk. It makes it easier to shut down the small voices so you can get a lot of focus. Of course, if you get too drunk, all the focus goes away. There's a sweet spot.