DIRK: The “about” page at the top of the blog gives some insight into this, but I’m happy to spell it out if it means I get to clown on the fucker holding MY chains.
DIRK: This timeline is not the Homestuck Epilogues.
DIRK: It’s a sort of “fix-it: character assassination addition” of them, birthed into existence by some self-entitled “kinnie” who decided Canon wasn’t good enough for him.
DIRK: You heard it here. I’m the product of the millionth fucking “I could do better” Epilogues ego-rewrite, but that aside?
DIRK: Cosplay didn’t fit my personal villain motif. That weeaboo dipshit decided to half-ass his Ultimate Tier robes when he had the say in what they looked like, that was his choice. (Which, he ended up looking like a gigantic fucking tool. He didn’t even commit to the cosplay, either. A real man would have gone shirtless.)
DIRK: I’m, however, not him.
DIRK: And unlike LORD ENGLISH wannabe over there in the neighbor timeline, I at least have the decency to hide the fact that I’m a massive dweeb under layers of ironic symbolism.
