post-apocalypticpost-canon series about the husbands, their reluctantly adopted children (ethereal, occult or otherwise) and life in retirement
- golgothasTerror [GT] started pestering timaeusTestified [TT]! -
GT: I think i may have found something strider!
TT: Oh yeah? What'd you find?
GT: You know im not quite sure! I was hoping youd be able to tell me.
TT: You'll have to send me a picture.
GT: Thats what i was trying to do! Hold your horses and dont get your knickers in a bunch im working on it!
GT: Okay here it is.
- golgothasTerror sent weird platform things.jpeg -
TT: Jake, whatever you do, do NOT fuck with the purple one. Fuck with the gold one as much as you want, but don't touch the purple one.
GT: Well why not! Theyre just a couple of weird platforms dirk its not like they can hurt me!
TT: No, but.
GT: In fact i am so curious that i think ill look at what the purple one has to offer me first! So there.
TT: Jake, no!
Your name is JAKE ENGLISH and gosh! Have things gone awry for you!
Whether you've forced down gritty, raw meat first or stomached through sweet, terrible indulgence, neither outcome has been kind to you.
Not to worry though! In this vast space, anything is possible, including a happy ending for someone like you.
The question is, are you willing to work for it?
Jake English loathes Summer Camp. He hates absolutely everything about it, except for this one peculiar, sharp boy who won't stop staring at him before quickly looking away.
And then there's the music.