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Third Kunai: [Text/Video/Action Celadon] Whoops

[The first several lines of the message are in text.]

See, at first I thought this was really cool. But now, it seems to be stuck on this setting. In fact, it seems to be getting even lighter every time I use punctuation. It's not just me right? It's really doing that?

[It's at this point that the feed switches over to video, and shows him leaned up against his ponyta, who seemed to find it entertaining to eat his chips when he's not looking.]

So some help would be REALLY NICE. How do I make it stop?

(Text translation: See, at first I thought this was really cool. But now, it seems to be stuck on this setting. In fact, it seems to be getting even lighter every time I use punctuation. It's not just me right? It's really doing that?)

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YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU COULDN'T COMPLETE THE NECESSARY FUNCTION TO TURN IT THE FUCK OFF.

If it bugged you THAT BAD, you're fully capable of looking away from my oh so special text. Don't get on MY case because you couldn't help but stare at the pretty orange letters.

I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD OF THE METAPHORICAL TRAINWRECK, HAVE YOU?
SOME SHIT IS SO BAD AND YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD LOOK AWAY TO PRESERVE YOUR DIGNITY AND SANITY
BUT LIKE SOME MASOCHISTIC FUCKWAD, YOU HAVE TO WATCH ANYWAY.
A MOTH TO THE FLAME SORT OF DEAL, THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

I guess I learned better then, because where I'm from, doing crap like that can get you killed.

DOING CRAP LIKE THAT MEANS THAT PEOPLE ARE TOO BUSY LAUGHING AT THE MISFORTUNE TO NOTICE YOU, WHERE I WAS FROM.
YOU JUST SAT THERE AND HOPED THAT THEIR ATTENTION WOULDN'T TURN TO YOU.

Well there you go. I was in a war zone, you weren't. Lucky civilian you are.

WOW, KID.
YOU REALLY SHOULD STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS LIKE A POLE VAULTER.
HUMAN WARFARE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO ALTERNIAN.
EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THE LIFE CYCLE OF A TROLL IS NOTHING BUT A STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE.
FROM THE NIGHT THAT WE EMERGE FROM THE EGG TO THE SAME TIME WE CURL INTO A PUPA, TIME TICKS AWAY.
IMMEDIATELY UPON GAINING LIMBS, WE'RE TOSSED INTO THE FRAY OF BATTLE.
IT'S A MEANS OF WEEDING OUT THE WEAK AND ALLOWING FOR ONLY THE STRONGER ONES TO FUCKING SURVIVE.
JUST TO MAKE IT ALL BETTER
HIGH BLOODS OFTEN MAKE SPORT OF KILLING LOW BLOODS AND YOU CAN'T DO A SINGLE GODDAMN THING ABOUT IT.
YOU THINK YOU HUMANS HAVE IT SO ROUGH.
AT LEAST YOU WOULDN'T BE CULLED ON SIGHT JUST FOR BEING *INJURED.*

Depends where you're from, actually. If I'd been born earlier, the likelihood of my being killed just for straying away from my clan would've been pretty high. Not so much these days. But,you're right, I shouldn't assume anything, but does the bitterness spewing really help give any impression to the contrary? No. So that is mostly line of thought.

I'M A *TROLL*
IT'S IN MY GODDAMN NATURE TO BE IRRITABLE AND OCCASIONALLY BITTER.
WE'RE *ALL* LIKE THAT IN SOME WAY OR ANOTHER.

And how would I have known that? I don't know that I've spoken to any before you.

YOU'RE TALKING TO CAPTOR, THE ASSHOLE WITH THE LISP.
I ALSO GAVE YOU A BRIEF OVERVIEW OF WHAT LIFE IS LIKE FOR A YOUNG TROLL.
AN APPROPRIATE UNDERSTANDING OF CAUSE AND EFFECT SHOULD HAVE CLUED YOU IN ON THE FACT THAT WE'RE A VIOLENT RACE.
VIOLENT RACES ARE NOT KNOWN TO BE THE KIND THAT SCREAM PEACE, LOVE, AND HUG A GRUB AT THE TOP OF OUR PULMONARY ORGANS.

To be honest you just kinda came off as really cranky. Thanks for the details after that though.

NO SHIT I'M CRANKY.
PEOPLE HAVE MADE NUMEROUS JOKES SINCE I'M, AH HA HA FUCKING HA...
A CANCER.
IT SEEMS AS THOUGH I AM DOOMED TO KRABBY JOKES FOR THE REST OF MY MEAGER EXISTENCE.

I think someone needs to just hug you, then you'll feel better, from the sounds of it. You'd probably punch them, but you'd feel better.

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND, THANKS.
COINCIDENTALLY, I ALSO HAVE MY MOIRAIL HERE WITH ME, NOT THAT YOU'D HAVE EVEN AN INKLING ABOUT WHY THAT'S IMPORTANT.

Good! Then this is probably you at your less cranky. My name's Obito by the way.

YOU'RE THE ONE THAT SET ME OFF.
I WAS PERFECTLY CALM AND RELAXED UNTIL YOU STARTED TO GNAW OFF MY NUBS FOR A SIMPLE LITTLE PICTURE RESPONSE YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED.
YET HERE WE ARE, SHARING NAMES DESPITE THAT.
ONCE AGAIN, I WILL NEVER FULLY UNDERSTAND HUMANS AND ALL OF THEIR IDIOSYNCRASIES.
LOOKS LIKE I AM JUST GOING TO THROW MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND SURRENDER TO THE TIDE
WHICH MEANS THAT MY NAME IS KARKAT.

I hadn't actually ever gotten a picture response to anything before so it was a bit jarring. Guess it was my fault for overreacting. What do you mean by nubs?

NUBS IS JUST A WORD THAT CAN REFER TO A NUMBER OF THINGS.
NORMALLY IT'S HORNS, HANDS, AND SOME TIMES ASS.

Oh! I get what you mean now. I figured it was something like that but figured it'd be good to know if it had a specific meaning. Question! Do you still have horns or did they vanish the same way I got my eye back when i got here?

I'M COMPLETELY HUMAN.
THERE IS NOT ONE DNA STRAND OF TROLL LEFT IN ME.

Disappointed or happy about that?

WHY WOULD I BE HAPPY?
YOU CAN'T JUST RIP EVERYTHING THAT I AM AWAY FROM ME AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY WITH IT.
AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ON MY HOOVES AND KNEES BEFORE THROWING MYSELF ONTO THE GROUND AS A MEANS TO WORSHIP THOSE THAT HAVE CURSED MY PERSON?
HUMANS
ARE
**WEAK**

I'll give you that, there's some serious downsides to being here. I mean, I can't even breathe fire anymore. It suuuucks. I can't imagine what you probably lost in transition.

MORE THAN I WOULD CARE TO LIST.

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