1st revelation [video]

[heather_mason]

[Heather is unfamiliar with the network and the image is shaky at first as she fumbles with the device. After a few seconds the picture settles down and reveals the girl's face, which displays an indifferent expression. There is quite a bit of confusion hiding behind the serene look that Heather is determined to keep to herself.]

Uh, hey. Can somebody tell me exactly what's going on here? All I know is that somebody brought me here and they're saying the world got blown up or something.

So what? We're just stuck here like this or... what's goin' on here?

[She looks uneasily down at the ground before returning her gaze to the screen]

So if anybody can tell me anything... yeah. That'd be awesome.

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[hystericull]

The fuckin' master race, dog. As in, the one what all is to be motherfuckin' mine.

[He lifts a lip, baring a few fangs.]

Humans all be fuckin' thinkin' on what everything should all be motherfuckin' get catered to them. Anything fucking different and they all gotta be up ins, like buzzbugs on a pile of motherfuckin' shit. Damn pink-skinned motherfuckers.

[heather_mason]

[Heather isn't quite sure what she did to upset him, but if he wants to piss and moan it's his own problem, not hers.]

Um... okay. That doesn't really answer my question, though, dude.

[hystericull]

[No one is ever quite sure what they do to upset Gamzee. He just sort of gets upset for the sake of getting upset. "Pervert" and "bitch" are sort of his default emotions. Not to mention, he'd take any opportunity he could to insult humans.]

[However, he doesn't really have the greatest memory, either, so his tirade did nothing but make him forget what they'd been talking about not five seconds earlier.]

Uh...

What question?

[heather_mason]

The race question? As in, what the hell are you?

[Her tone is rude and she knows it, but she's not going to put up with some weird grey dude throwing a fit at her.]

[hystericull]

Oh, yeah.

[Her tone didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, she'd reminded him of what they were talking about, so that was good enough for him. His finger made its way back to his nose.]

Besides all bein' your motherfuckin' lord and savior, I be part of the superior race known as the omnipotent trolls.

Would you be desiring the binomial nomenclature on that shit?

[He read exactly 1 (one) book to learn that phrase.]

[heather_mason]

Troll? No doubt about it.

[He certainly is a troll, in more ways than one.]

Wait? Are you serious?

[hystericull]

The fuck wouldn't I be!?

[He lifts his hands up in confusion.]

Ain't you never seen a fucking troll before, Pinky!?

[heather_mason]

[She looks at him a bit uneasily, wondering what the hell he's trying to pull.]

Um... no.

[hystericull]

[He grins.]

Well take a good fuckin' gander, 'cause this be all the perfection you was all being up to have missed out on your whole fucking life.

[heather_mason]

[She doesn't know whether to laugh or be disturbed. On one hand, he has clearly has some sort of god complex. But on the other hand, his nipples are purple. She settles on laughter, starting off small before erupting into an uncontrollable bout.]

Perfection!?

[She speaks between her laughter.]

You're suck a...

[She pauses to catch her breath.]

dick!

[hystericull]

One motherfuckin' perfect dick all at fuckin' that.

[He grins, resting his chin on an upturned palm.]

And a motherfucker ain't even got motherfuckin' started on what he got goin' on down below.

[heather_mason]

[She finally manages to stop laughing.]

Good to know, dude.

[He's such a weirdo it's not even creepy.]